Drive // Mitchel Cave

Chapter Twenty Two ~ Send Him Over ?

I hesitantly woke up and rubbed my eyes. They were thick and throbbed from all the crying I had done. I wished everything was a dream until I finally got my vision in focus. I saw Christian wrapped around me and jumped a little. I then calmed down because I remembered him comforting me last night. He squirmed then opened his eyes, giving me a reassuring smile.

"Mornin'" His voice was raspy.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting up to look at me.

"Well, no. I'm better than yesterday though." I uncomfortably smiled.

"That's good." He patted me on the shoulder.

"Thanks for staying with me Kras, you really helped me out. If you didn't stay than I would have just cried myself to sleep." I laughed.

"I don't like guys who don't consider girls feelings in situations because you are there to protect her and take care of her and if you don't go through with that, you're an ass. I love Mitchel to death but he's confusing when it comes to relationships and commitment." He said with soft words and honest eyes.

"I understand. It's just scary because that's how my last relationship was and I feel something different about Mitchel and don't want it to be like my past issues." I started getting teary eyed.

"He'll come back around, I promise that. He really has never felt this strong of feelings towards someone before and doesn't want to let that go." He wiped away my tears that silently fell.

"You're really are my favorite person ever, you know that, right?" I smiled and giggled.

"I know." He smiled and blushed.

"I should head off anyways. If Mitchel is home, should I send him over?" He politely asked.

"I guess you could. Only if he wants to, though." I shrugged.

"No, Do you want me to send him over?" He enhanced 'you'.

"Yes." I grinned a little and he smiled back.

It was about 45 minutes after he left and I lightly cried the whole time. I kept thinking what I did wrong and that it was my fault. I should have stayed and just had a good time. But no, I have to be an emotional little bitch. Christian texted me and told me that Mitchel was on his way over. I jumped up and slyly looked out my window. My heart skipped a beat seeing him walking up my driveway.

The doorbell rang and I just texted him to come up to my room. I got a knock on my room and the door opened. Seeing his face made me want to jump into his arms and apologize but, he needed to apologize and he knew it. I kept my breathing as steady as I could and didn't make eye contact with him. He came and sat at the edge of my bed, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm really sorry, Hazel. I fucked up and made you feel lesser. I should have just taken you home and comforted you. I put you in a situation that you never wanted to be in. I forced you to do something you didn't want to and never considered your feelings. I just..." He trailed off and wiped his face.

"I'm so miserable without you and seeing you even more miserable than me, fucking kills me, and it's all my fault. I never want to hurt you again and promise, cross my heart, to never again not consider your feelings." He sniffled and looked at me.

The second I saw him crying, I lost it. I hunched over and sobbed into my hands. He came over and cradled me, rubbing my back and planting little kisses on my neck every once in a while. I pulled away and looked at him. He stared at me so straight faced, I smiled.

"I'm sorry for being over dramatic." I giggled, wiping away his tears.

"You're not, this is just a raw moment that we needed for each other." He smiled back.

"I really missed you." I looked down.

"I missed you too, baby girl." He grabbed my chin, making my eyes level with his.

He lightly kissed me and then brought me to an embrace. We sat there in silence, hugging for ten minutes straight.

"I'm gonna make it up to you. We're going out and I'm treating you to whatever you want." He hopped up and grabbed some clothes for me.

"No, Mitchel, it's alright. You really don't have to." I shook my head and awkwardly smiled.

"To bad, I'm doing it anyways.Now, put this on." He threw me a pair of black leggings, a red cropped hoodie, and my red Nike airs.

I put it on right then and there because I was so comfortable around him even more now. You cry with each other, you can do anything with each other, am I right?

He just took me to the mall and bought me anything that I said was cute. I didn't want him to spend his money on me but, I couldn't stop him, no matter how many times I begged.

On our way home from Melrose, he stopped us at a little flower shop. I walked in and was so confused as to why he brought me in here. A minute later, he walked up to me with a dozen red roses and smiled.

"Be my girlfriend, again?" He childishly smiled.

I nodded my head and kissed him, grabbing the roses from him. He took a cute little picture of me on his Instagram and captioned it, "The only rose I'd pick."

He dropped me off at my house and kissed me goodbye. I grabbed the bags of things he bought for me and walked up the driveway. I smiled walking into my house and up to my room. I switched out my dead sunflowers for my beautiful new roses. I flopped on my bed and thought about today. I'm just happy he realized the mistake he made and owned up to it. I might have been vulnerable and forgiven him to early, but this is the first, and hopefully last, time that he'll hurt me this bad.

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I'm having a dilemma.

I want to start writing a Lil Peep book but don't think I should right now. Should I finish this story before I start writing another one or should I write a lot of chapters for this book and start writing a Lil Peep book when I think I've published a good amount for this book ? That sounds so confusing but I think you get the gist. I've just been missing Gus so much lately and have a lot to write and say about / for him. Let me know what you think.

~ xoxo Lilac <3