Gravity | MITCHEL CAVE

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And just like that- my entire life made sense.

Five - Mitchel.

I don't know what the fuck I look like. A hooker? A drug dealer? A crackwhore? All of the above? Hell, maybe I'm the sexiest motherfucker alive.
The lights backstage in the green room were too bright as I squinted to come to my surroundings. Blindly, I felt for my phone, sitting up as I typed in the four digit code to unlock it. Of course my phone was opened to Instagram, it was the only thing I used on it anymore.

When scrolling through my feed gave me no satisfaction, I longed for a conversation. Kennadee. finding her handle wasn't hard- how many Kennadee's do you know? ... My point exactly.

hey, sheila. hope you enjoyed the other night
I typed, biting my lip in thought as to what
i could say. I miss you? No, too soon. Hope you.... No. see you soon x

You could tell me love didn't exist and I'd believe you. Connection- however- was a different g story. I fully believed in connection, thought about it religiously. Like when would i find that one person, yanno? Sure, I'd been with girls. But with her, things were different. I longed for that feeling we had, it was something the weed couldn't give me anymore. Was she the connection I had searched for?

Being all alone in a green room was spooky enough- especially being on tour with Christian. That little bastard and the little blonde worked so well together with all their pranks it was insane. From switching out toothbrushes and making "deserts," life on the bus was crazy.

A rustling could be heard behind the couch and a loud laugh.
"Asshole!" Christians girl laughed still as she hopped over the couch. "So," she smirked quietly as she sat beside my legs, her counterpart quick to follow. "Who was the girl?"
I shrugged softly. "Her names Kennadee- I found her outside before the show...," Rambling on, I hadn't realized how much I said until I looked back at the pair on the couch with me, identical smirks on their faces. "...and uhm yeah....she's pretty great..." I blushed red.
"Cute" she grinned, leaning on her legs. "So like, you're gonna ask her out?"

And that was the question I dreaded. I know ig was a simple question, a mundane one as well- not like they were asking me to sell my soul or anything, but it sure felt like it.
"You should," Kras said as his arm slid around the American. "I haven't seen you this happy with a girl in awhile."

I knew he was right and Goddamn did I hate it. Staring blankly at them, I inhaled sharply. You know what. Fuck it. If there was any sort of connection, we were about to find out.

is there a chance you might be available on saturday?
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woahhh~ i'm not dead. shocking. sports take too much goddamn time you know?

(disclaimer: sheila is australian slang for a lady)