Leaving is always the hardest part ... I was never good at goodbyes and I don't know if I ever will be.
Four - Kennadee
Hell, I had just met Mitchel and when I left it felt like my left arm was being torn off- okay, maybe not that bad but it was bad. With a soft kiss to my forehead and an 'Ill see you soon, beautiful' he closed the door to my car and walked back to his bus.
I sat there blankly trying to assess what had happened and it almost made me sick. I had been all cuddled up with a) a fucking stranger who was, b) a fucking pothead that, c) was really fucking attractive and sweet and kind and-...
Ken stop. You don't know the guy- he could like murder you.
So what? At least I'll die willingly to an attractive motherfucker. Game over. Life won.
When I pulled out of the parking lot, Mitchel and his friends stood outside of the bus laughing and flicking me off, making me laugh and shake my head as I started the road home.
Missed call(s) from : Marissa 😘 (16)
Ah fuck.
"Rissa?" I said warily when I finally called her back. "What the fuck, Ken! You had me worried sick! I couldn't find you anywhere!! It's not funny! Stop laughing!" An angry Marissa grumbled from the phone. "I'm alright, M." I said, trying to hold in my laughs. Why was I laughing in the first place? No idea.
Maybe it was tbe fact that I was perfectly fine and instead of getting killed, I had met
something even better- Mitchel Cave.
After my story on the previous night, Marissa sighed from the other line for what was probably the six thousandth time. "For fucks sake, Ken. Just text me next time" She begged though she knew I'd forget by the time we hung up.
When our 'Coming to Jesus Party' had ended and I hung up, I pulled into a McDonalds and sat down after I ordered and decided I wanted to see Mitty again.
So I looked him up.
On everything.
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Flickr, Lyft, Uber, Facebook, whatsapp, Google+, even things that weren't social media. I was desperate to see him again.
Ding! Buzz.
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Gravity | MITCHEL CAVE
Fanfic_ " It's not what it looks like ! Baby, please!" he begged, dropping to his knees. "I don't fuck with that, Mitchel Cave." I said on the brink of tears, starting to pull my sleeves over my arms. There was no way the others couldn't hear us- so much...
