Too High Christian Anthony Fanfiction

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY

(a/n: this chapter is from Mitchel's POV, and is heavily inspired by the song just like every other chapter, but this one relates more to it unlike the last one :) Also note, this starts off as sort of a flashback, then fades back to reality (it's also inspired some by the video, which I'm absolutely obsessed with,, it makes me WAY too soft,,,) ENJOY!

I was standing in the middle of a club, with my best friends; I thought it would be a good idea to come here just to get Kras out of the bus for once. 

He's been acting so strange lately, and after our conversation yesterday I was convinced he was depressed, and being the greatest best friend I am, the best remedy for depression is not to think about it too much; being stuck within your brain too long isn't good, so I figured taking Kras out to a place full of new people for him to interact with would be a great idea. 

So far, I was wrong. 

I was standing with Clinton, barely even listening the conversation he was having with some random girl; I was too focused on Christian who was standing with a girl who seemed to annoy him more than anything. 

I should probably go over and save him right about now. 

Nah.. maybe he just seems annoyed because I dragged him out here in the first place, and then introduced him to that girl. After all, he mentioned he wanted someone like I did, but he never specified that she had to be.. good? 

I felt like such a helicopter parent watching him like this, so I turned my attention back to Clinton and this girl he'd probably just end up sleeping with if things went right for him. 

I still wasn't paying any attention to what either of them were saying, I just saw their mouths moving. 

I was just so worried about Kras, that I couldn't really focus on anything else.

"Isn't that right, Mitchel?" Clinton's laugh brought me back to Earth, his voice now audible to me. 

"Uh?" My eyebrows furrowed together, confused as to what he said because honestly I hadn't paid any attention at all. "Oh, uh yeah?" I laughed nervously, not wanting him to know that I really didn't give a fuck about whatever he said anyway. 

I watched as Clinton rolled his eyes, his attention turning back to the sleazy looking girl before him, their conversation continuing. 

I allowed my eyes to wander around the room, looking at all the people who crowded the small dance floor. 

They were all the same; the girls dressed in short, skin tight dresses, and the guys wearing slacks and button down shirts, obviously having come here from work. 

My friends and I were the only ones dressed differently it seemed, and it definitely made us stand out. 

Truthfully, I didn't want to be here; Clubs didn't seem as fun to me as they used to now that I was in a serious relationship with my girlfriend, Jordan. Unless she was with me, it kind of made me uncomfortable being here with sex-craved females, but then again it was my idea to come out here in the first place, for Kras. 

Even Kras didn't want to be here; maybe we should just leave? I mean fuck, the five of us could have fun just sitting around smoking a blunt together! We don't need this! 

Deciding that was best, I leaned over towards Clinton, whispering into his ear so that the girl he was talking to didn't overhear, "Hey! This place kinda blows! Let's get out of here!" 

Clinton nodded in agreement; Obviously he wasn't having as good of a time with this girl as I had thought. 

"Hey! I'm gonna head out, but it was great talking to you!" I heard Clinton say to the girl in-front of him, his words were a lie, and I knew it.