Dandelions & Daisies

12

~Christian's POV~

Later that afternoon,we arrived home from the town,and Astrid plopped on to the couch beside Mitty.

"Kras.." Mitty mumbled tiredly, opening his arms.

I sat beside him and cuddled him so I was little spoon. I looked over my shoulder at Mitty,and he'd closed his eyes and smiled. I put my hands over his and smiled at Astrid.

She put her hand on top of my head and gently mused my hair as she returned the smile. She moved closer and kissed my forehead and nose.

I softly kissed her cheek and forehead. Clinton put a blanket over over us and kissed Mitty's forehead then mine then kissed Astrid's cheek. He went up to his room.

I felt my eyes grow heavy,and fell asleep.

~That evening~

I woke up to the aroma of dinner,so I slowly sat up and stretched. I fixed my hair,and Mitchel walked over.

He leaned down and softly kissed me. "Hey sleeping beauty,Clinton and Astrid made dinner." He said with a cute smile.

I softly smiled and stood up and stretched. I followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a white claw and a plate of dinner. We all sat at the table.

After dinner,we were playing truth or dare. "Astrid,truth or dare?" Mitchel asked.

"Dare." She replied.

"I dare you to kiss Christian." He said.

"Nah. That's cheating." She replied casually.

"Not necessarily cause I'm giving you permission as a dare." He explained.

"Wouldn't that make him Uncomfortable though? I mean I'm fine with you and him being affectionate cause you grew up doing-" she started.

"Oh my God! Take the dare! Kiss him!" Jesse laughed.

Everyone started changing "Kiss him."

Astrid rolled her eyes and laughed. She leaned over and kissed me. I kissed her back.

Before it could escalate,she broke the kiss and sat back beside Mitchel. Everyone wolf whistled.

"Alright Jesse,truth or dare?" Astrid asked.

"Truth." He replied.

"What's your Worst habit?" She asked him.

"I suck at cleaning my bus bunk out sometimes. Just sometimes. But also, I suck at texting and calling back." "Either cause I'm hanging out with friends or laying down drum tracks. Like I get totally absorbed in what I'm doing." "But once I do text back,I leave like a two paragraph apology and explanation then I take that person out to lunch or the beach." "And spend time with them and spoil them,but even then,I still feel really fucking Shitty about not texting I calling back sooner." He explained.

Clinton wrapped him in a hug. "It's okay Horsie. We still love you." He replied reassuringly.

Jesse softly smiled and held Clinton.

"Honestly? I felt that on every level. Let me just expose myself here and now. I fuckin suck at calling back. I have the worst phone call anxiety ever." "Like. I just shut down and cry like a baby. And I never text first. I feel so annoying when I do." "Like I can and will think of fifty thousand plus reasons why I shouldn't.." "and therefore won't text first and why I'm annoying if and when you tell me I'm not." "Is it debilitating? Absolutely. Do I put myself in that constant hell anyway? Absolutely." "Do I make self deprecating jokes to 'get over it' and laugh through the pain? Of course I do." "Only time I didn't feel any of that bullshit was the first time I FaceTime called Mitty on Instagram when I was in uni for that letter writing project." "That was a god enacted miracle and I'm not even religious." I explained.

"FUCKING SAME!" Jesse laughed.

They high fived. "Also Clinton and Mitty. Except when it's you,Astrid. Otherwise they fuckin suck at answering cause of phone anxiety." Pat chimed in.

"HERE'S TO THAT. We're all a fuckin mess! Who cares? NOT US!" She laughed.

We all laughed and shared our drinks till we were all drowsy.

Jesse and Pat took the guest bedrooms. I took the couch. Clinton went in his room and Astrid joined Mitty in his room.

Soon,I dozed off.