Chase Atlantic One Shots

Bed Made for One

✩ Word count: 2275

✩ Written: November 5, 2020

☆ Summary: Kras and Mitty go on a road trip together, staying at a motel along the way. They find some booze and share a drink, making Mitty a little more than just tipsy. He encourages Kras to drive to a gas station, where Mitty starts yelling about how much he loves Kras; however, he soon gets arrested, having to leave the other boy behind. Clinton comes to save his brother but is kept in the dark about what exactly happened.

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POV: KRAS

  I have always loved Mitty, from the first time I saw him, although he has matured and changed a lot since then. As I lay here next to him, watching him sleep, I can't help but reminisce about our childhood adventures.
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His dark hair was short and much neater than it is now. He always wore those sweater vests which made him look like a dork, but he still made it look attractive. His voice was heavenly. It sounded beautiful. Each tone his voice glided over was music to my ears. I couldn't help but befriend him when I first laid my eyes and ears on him. At the time I didn't realize I was attracted to him, but I'd find out soon enough.

We were young. Almost too young. But our connection was strong. When we joined What About Tonight I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with him. We had just become teenagers but we already had a fan base.

   All of the girls obsessed over Mitchel. Something about all the girls flocking over him made my skin itch. I still miraculously called myself straight.

   I would get so jealous over all of the girls that he brought back to his room, that I demanded some alone time with him, you know for 'bros'. We'd visit tourist destinations together. Stay up till morning playing video games together in his room. We would write songs together. But my favorite thing we ever did was our one road trip to Canberra.

He had just gotten his license and wanted to drive everyone everywhere. He wanted to explore the whole world. I found myself falling in love with him even more. I fell in love with his pure excitement and passion for everything he did.

One night, we climbed in his old hand-me-down car. It was a bit rusted but it still drove, which was all Mitchel needed in a car.

   It was about a four-hour trip one way. We told our parents we needed inspiration for songs, so they let us go.

   We turned up the radio to full volume, blowing the speakers out. We screamed along to our favorite songs. I had never smiled harder than when I looked over and saw him singing along to Fancy by Iggy Azalea. He hated the song but he sang along. His long dark hair would sway with each head bop. His laugh made my heart flutter. I joined him, singing to the hit songs on the radio. We sang our young hearts out until we arrived at a motel.

It was almost eleven at night. We needed to rest. We probably should've left earlier, but I wasn't about to complain about a night spent with him.

   I have dreamt of sleeping in the same bed as him. Our warm bodies rubbed up again each other. Hearing his breathing as he slept. Feeling his heartbeat. I've been waiting for this moment since I met him. But to my disappointment, the motel only had rooms with two beds open.

   We grabbed our light bags out of the backseat. Each bag only contained a few snacks, a pad of paper, and a toothbrush. We climbed up the old creaky stairs to our room.

231 was printed largely on the wooden door. Mitchel grabbed the key out of his pocket and turned it inside the door. The room was small, containing nothing but two twin-sized beds and a dresser. The window was small, yet still brought in the bright lights from the building across the street. The bright neon lights flooded into our room.