Too High Christian Anthony Fanfiction

STUCKINMYBRAIN

I watched as Kras picked up the phone, answering it. 

I could hear muffled voices on the other end, but one stood out the most. 

It was Mitchel; though I couldn't make out what he was saying, I could tell that the drugs had definitely managed to take effect. I giggled to myself, noticing Christian's underwear laying on the ground in front of me. Oh.. he wasn't wearing them now.. I didn't even notice. 

I bent down, picking up his boxers.

I heard the line go dead through Kras's phone. He let out a soft sigh, hitting the power button before tossing it off to the side. 

"Mitchel said hi." Kras told me flatly.

I smiled at his words, imagining Mitchel's voice saying hello to me as I offered Kras his boxers. "Thanks." He offered, taking them from me.

I watched him step into his boxers, pulling them up over his hips.

"Tell Mitchel I said hi." I said with a sad smile, clearing my throat and reminding myself not to stare any longer, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Wait what?" Christian laughed in confusion. "You're not going to wait to say goodbye to everyone?" He asked, his brows furrowed together as we pulled apart. He seemed genuinely hurt by the idea of me leaving so soon.

I couldn't stay here any longer.. If I did I'd never leave, but I needed to. Despite the drugs coursing through my veins, and the pounding thought of staying within my brain, I knew I had to go. This night had been incredible already, but I knew there was no point in prolonging it any more. If I did, I'd start gaining hope of a future.. but there was no future to be had here with him.

I shook my head, returning to reality. "I'd rather not.." I said softly. "I'm sorry."

Christian  shook his head.

"Well, I guess I'll go then." I said, forcing a cheerful tone to suppress the overwhelming sadness that was washing over me. I hoped Christian couldn't tell I was faking it.

"Again, it was great meeting you, Kras." I hugged him quick. "And like I said, if you ever happen to be in town again, you know where to find me." I shot him a wink before picking my phone up from off the floor.

With that I turned, making my way back towards the door with Christian's leather jacket and my cellphone clasped between my hands. 

It took everything inside of me to maintain composure a tears began to prick my eyes, my heart crumbling within my chest. 

I wanted to turn back and run into his arms. I wanted him to hold me close and never let me go.. but that wasn't how life worked. He was a guy I just met tonight. A guy I had allowed myself to open up to more than I intended. 

Sure, I looked innocent, and I was to a point; I hadn't ever had meaningful sex with anyone. 

I hardly ever dated, I just maintained casual one night stands here and there with guys who seemed to put up with my average appearance. 

I never wanted anything serious again after..

Fuck. No. I'm not thinking about that now. 

I made my way down the steps of the tour bus, pushing the door open before stepping out. 

The air around me seemed colder than I had remembered it being previously. 

The night sky seemed much more dimly lit as-well, hardly any stars in sight. The moon wasn't even visible either.. It was as if the world had faded just a little. Or maybe the drugs were just fucking with my brain more than I had thought.