The movie finished but Christian didn't let go of Mitchel's hand. He refused. Mitchel looked down at their intertwined fingers admiring how they fit together so well. Grabbing their stuff the boys walked to the car, hands still held. Hearts still heavy. Mitchel let go as he made his way into the front seat. Christian in the passenger.
"Do you think we can make a small detour before we go home for the night?" Mitchel asked so quietly it was almost a whisper.
"Yeah ofc we can."
"Okay."
Mitchel smiled softly to himself.
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"Anthony, Not My Braids"
Fanfiction"Anthony, hurry up we're gonna be late!" "I told you not to call me that you dumbass," Christian replies, running down the driveway. He looks over at me and tugs on my gedi braids. My heart flutters and I instantly slap his hand away. "Why do you al...
