ROCKIN' N' ROLLIN' - MITCHEL CAVE (Chase Atlantic) ✓

~Crush~

MISTY'S POV*

Mitchel approached me and Dorian out of nowhere.
I could tell he had alcohol in his system, by the sassy way he talked to the boy who tried to dance with me.
Sometimes his behavior makes me think that he may likes me... I can't really understand though.
But everytime I try to talk to a guy he doesn't know, somehow he is always there, or when the boys stare at me, or when they give me compliments, he gives death glares to them.
But maybe it's just my imagination, or maybe he does like me, but only for an one-night stand or something.

Why can't these situations stop being so complicated, why can't boys be like the guys you see in movies, who know exactly what they want, and they are ready to stick up for their own choices anytime?
And why can't I stand by my own decisions...? I didn't want to like him, but it was impossible.

I felt his hands on the lower part of my waist, rubbing against the thin fabric of my dress, while he was pushing my body on his.

I was going mental at this point, I wasn't drunk like he was, so I could feel everything that was happening down there.
And it made me feel nervous and kinda uncomfortable, knowing that this was caused by me, or at least our contact on the dance floor.

He had my back pinned against his body, he slowly leaned his head closer to my neck, and when I felt a little peck on it, I realized I had to stay away from him for the rest of the night... He wasn't sober, I didn't want him to do this kind of things while alcohol ran through his veins, even though his every move was hot as hell.

So I just slowly moved my body away from his, smiled and caressed his chest, then slowly made my way to where Antonia and Adam was.

Antonia had some alcohol herself and she couldn't stop dancing, so she just made me dance with her.
I could feel so many eyes on us.
It was kinda embarrassing and sexy at the same time. If that even makes sense.

MITCHEL'S POV*

She touched my chest and she just left me standing like a fucking zombie in the middle of the dance floor... Did I go too far by pecking her neck.. Or did Meaty scared her away? I know it is as hard as a rock.. But I mean can you blame me?

My eyes followed her beautiful silhouette, and I knew exactly where she was and what she was doing.
At least she didn't go to that motherfucker.

She was dancing with that other girl, but all I could see was her.
Her dance moves made all of my blood travel to my lower body parts.
She is so sexy, so sexy you just want to push her onto a bed, and fuck the shit out of her. But the nice thing about her is that you also want to hold her tight in your arms after you're done, and fall asleep against her soft skin.

What does this girl do to me...?

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MISTY'S POV*

Some hours later, Dom and his friends were about to leave, and I decided that I should go with them, because the boys were having so much fun, and I didn't want to ruin it for them.

A really drunk Mitchel offered to take me back to the bus, but I was sure that this wouldn't end well, so I just made him stay with the rest of the guys.

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When we arrived at the venue, I decided to go to Dom's bus for a little while, cause I had really missed all of my English friends, and Antonia wouldn't be with us for long, so I had to see her as much as possible... I hadn't realized how nice it actually is to spend time with a female friend, until the moment I saw her in the club.

So I just went with them, I was planning on staying there for like an hour, and then going back to my bus to get some sleep.

But little did I know that I'd fall asleep in the back of their bus while watching series with Dom and Antonia.

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CHRISTIAN'S POV*

So we decided it was time for us to leave, cause Mitchel, Jesse, Pat and Finn were hella drunk and they were acting like kids.

We got two taxis to drive us to the venue and then we helped the guys to get into our bus.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MISTY?!?!" I heard Mitchel screaming from the bunks area.

I walked fast and approached him.
"Shhh.. You're being too loud.. Wtf.." I said to him.

"WHEEEEERE IS SHE?!?!?!" all of us were looking at him.

"Well I don't know man... I'll just text her. OK?"

I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Misty, asking if she is ok, cause we didn't even know if she got back to the venue safe.

After a few minutes I got a message back, saying that she is ok and that she is sleeping in Dom's bus.

I let Mitchel know, so that he would stop screaming and looking for her.

"NOOOOO.... I'LL GO GET HEEERRR!!!!! I'LL CARRY HER IN HERE... SHE HAS TO BE HERE." he continued screaming.

"Wtf Mitchel, go get some sleep." I heard Clinton saying.

"Yeah he is right, let's get you in bed!" I agreed and that was the moment I realized that he had a huge crush on her, cause his drunk self had never talked about a girl this way before, plus the fact that he avoided every female at the club.. It was so obvious!

I made him wear his sweatpants and let him have my bunk for the night, since it's the bottom one.

"Kras tell her to come here, pleeeeaaaaaaseeeeee, I want to hug her.." he said to me as I threw a blanket on him. I swear, he made my heart melt.

"It's ok bro, she will be here soon, close your eyes!" I said, and then his words replayed in my head.. Did he really say 'hug her' , instead of 'f*ck her' ..?
I was sure I heard that right, and it seriously made me really happy, cause I knew that my best friend needed a nice girl, and Misty could easily be it!
I had already tried to give them some privacy, by dragging the guys out of the bus regularly...
I just hope Misty feels the same way as he does.

I looked at Mitchel one last time, chuckled to myself and made my way to the fridge to get a bottle of water.