It Started With A Photo | Mitchel Cave

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Emma's POV

I drove around for a good hour before finally finding the house, the house was pretty big and there were cars parked in the driveway, on the street, even one on the lawn. I found a place to park on the street, quiet far from the actual house. I walked up the long stretch of driveway, i passed a few people on the way, most of them were out there smoking. I enter the house and look around, there were red solo cups littered around the large family room and people dancing and grinding on each other. I make my way to what i think is the kitchen, there isn't as many people in here as there is in the family room. My eyes scatter around looking for Mitchel, but instead i get a face full of chest, and the next thing i know im on the floor. "oh my god im so sorry are you ok" a light skinned dark haired man yelled over the music. The man stuck his hand out and pulled me up so fast my feet almost left the ground, "yeah yeah im ok" i dusted off my shorts and bum before meeting the mysterious mans eyes. " emma right? Im Jesse" we shake hands and he apologizes again. "can i do anything to make up for it" he tilts his head at me.

"yeah, can you tell me where Mitchel is"

"last i saw him he was in the dinning room" he pointed to the room on the other side of the family room. "thank you" i shoot him a smile and push my way to the other room. Mitchel was talking to the older guy i saw earlier, i pushed my way to them "hey Mitchel" i smile at him. "hey Emma" he pulls me into a bear hug, catching me off guard. "Em, this is Pat our basset" he waves and i return the gesture. "well ill leave you two kids alone" he tips his beer bottle and walks off. "so now we are alone" Mitchel grabs my hand, i could tell hes a little tipsy

"actually there are a lot of people in this room."

"Then lets go to another one" he giggles.

"Mitchel i think you need to lay down"

"nah im....im...im..good" his eyelids looked heavy.

"alright come on big boy" i snake my arm around his torso and he throws his around my shoulders.

I finally got him up the stairs, which was a struggle, we almost fell a couple of times but we made it. "ok Mitchel which room is yours" he stuck is finger out in front of him "Mitchel....That's a wall not a door" i sigh and just pick the closest room to us. I lay him on the bed and sit next to him"Thank you Angeline, I...I missed you" the last part came out as a whisper and in the blink of an eye he was asleep. The name Angeline tossed around in my head for a second until someone walked in the room, it was Clinton. "hey whats going on in here" he nods to Mitchel passed out.

"Oh im sorry, is this your room, i didn't know i think he had too much to drink" i let out a nervous chuckle

"Yeah he does that, and its ok ill just sleep in his room" he shrugs and starts to walk out

"hey uhh whos Angeline" i question, he stops walking and turns around with a saddened look on his face. "You should ask him about that when hes sober" he walks out once again and i was left there confused.

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Its been a week since i had met the boys and i haven't heard from any of them. To be honest i was kinda upset, but i guess its for the better.

I had been answering emails and some calls like i normally do on weekdays, then i get a call from an unknown number "Emma Martin, whos this". "Hi my names Riley, Im the manager for the band Chase Atlantic, and the boys have been telling me a lot about your work and we are in need of a photographer. Do you have any times available?" "Oh yes i have 3PM today and 10AM tomorrow" i shift my weight from one side to the other. "Today at three sounds good to me, ill text you the address" we exchange good byes and hang up the phone. The thought of them talking about me made my heart flutter.

I knew i needed too look good since i was seeing them again. I put on a long sleeved black and white striped tight crop top and paired it with a turquoise skirt and white converse. I grabbed my keys and ran out since it was already 2:15.

I got to the place they wanted to take photos at, there was still ten minutes till three so the boys weren't here but Brian was. "Emma?" he asks

"yes that's me" he embraces me in an hug.

"You're adorable! No wonder the boys are talking about you non stop" I can feel the color rushing to my cheeks thinking about the boys talking about me again.

"so what kind of pictures are we taking today" I try to change the subject.

We talked for a good ten more minutes about what he wanted the photos to look like and what his goal was for the new website look. "Emma!" Mitchel runs up and hugs me i give him a questioning look then hug Clinton and Christian. "so what are we doing today" Clinton asks. "Well Riley let me go through your wardrobe and we exchanged ideas and ive laid out 3 different looks for each of you" i point to the stacks of clothes with there names on it. "So go get dressed in the first outfits and we can get started" i smiled. "yes ma'am" Christian exaggerates. i let outa small giggle while fixing my camera.

After i got the last shot they went and got dressed back into the clothes they were in before. "Hey Em, can we talk outside" Mitchel points to an open door. I nod and follow him outside. "so what do you want to talk about" i pulled some hair behind my ear.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did at the party, you didn't have to take care of my drunk ass" he lets out an awkward laugh.

"Its no problem" i shrug my shoulders. "Hey um you accidently called me Angeline at the party, w..whos that, if you don't mind me asking". He looked down, his jaw clenched and his eyes saddened. "Hey im sorry for asking" i grab his hand but he quickly snatches it back. "I just... don't want to talk about her" he storms past me back inside, and once again im left confused and now regretting my words.

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