Chase Atlantic One Shots

Pool party

☆ Word count: 1171

☆ Written: November 11, 2020

☆ Summary: Kras falls into the pool at a party, so Mitty hands Kras his hoodie.

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It was a bitter summer night. The air was cold, snipping at the skin of those at the party. No one in the house knew of the three boys, which was a perfect environment for them to have some actual fun. Clinton, Christian, and Mitchel sat on a couch, with their feet up on a coffee table, watching people crowd around the DJ, dancing and jumping to the beat of each song.
"I'll be right back" Christian said as he started to get up from the couch. He headed towards the bathroom, but he soon saw that the door was closed, and started banging on the door. He heard a long sniff before the door swung open. A short brunette stumbled out of the bathroom, pushing past Christian. He turned to watch her walk away, but she hardly even maked it a few feet before she collapsed, in what he assumed was her friends arms. When Kras turned back around, he saw that the girl had left a pile of whatever it was she snorted on the bathroom counter. So he did what any sane person would do, he took a sniff. It burned his nose as it entered his body, but left him with a rush. There wasn't much left, but just enough to give him a buzz.

"Hey Kras, you in there?" Mitty called from the other side of the closed door.
Christian quickly brushed the remaining powder into the sink, and turned the water on. "Yeah, give me one second." He opened the door, revealing the tall skinny boy in front of him with his arm draped across the doorway. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
Mitchel peaked into the room Kras just came out of, making sure no one else was in there with him, "Come on, you're going to miss this!" He grabbed Kras' arm and dragged him to the patio doors. Mitchel grabbed the handle, and pushed the right door open, dragging Kras through the doorway.
"Dude, you almost made me hit the door" Kras angrily said.
Mitty shrugged as he continued to drag the other boy to a circle of people. The two boys pushed themselves to the center of the circle to see Clinton, laying on the pavement.
"Is he okay?" Christian started to worry. He bent down and checked Clinton's pulse. Still alive. "What happened?!" he almost screamed as he turned to Mitchel.
"He was downing a bottle of whiskey."
Kras looked back at the boy on the ground, and saw a mostly full bottle next to him. He released a sigh of relief, he wouldn't know what to do if something happened to him, Mitchel would've been devastated.

Christian nudged Clinton with his foot, trying to wake him, causing the man to became conscious again.
"What happened." Clinton moaned as he slowly sat up.
Kras extended his arm towards Clinton, helping him back up to his feet. "Dude you scared me, what the fuck" Kras jokingly jabbed Clinton in his side. Clinton retaliated and pushed Kras back. "Sorry" Christian said as he backed up, holding his hands above his head.
Kras could hear Mitchels laughter in the background right before he heard someone scream "get him" Clinton charged after Kras, knocking him onto the ground. The two boys laid on top of one another, play-wrestling until a girl caught Clinton's eye. The older boy got off of Kras and walked to the brunette Christian had seen earlier.
"Here" Mitchel held out his hand for Christian.
The boy clasped Mitchels hand, sparks exploded between the two, causing Mitchel to let go. Kras stumbled backwards, falling into the cold pool.
He was soon submerged by a pool full of bubbles as he sank to the bottom of the pool. The only thing he could make out was a blurred image of Mitchel staring down at him. Christian's body froze. He was unable to lift himself out of the water.  He saw Mitchel walked away, leaving a hopeless feeling overcome the boy.
Mitchel had stepped away from the pool's edge, and quickly took off his hoodie. He started running towards to pool and jumped in.
   Kras heard a splash, and saw Mitchel next to him. They stayed there for a second, just looking into each others eyes, before Mitchel realize the urgency of the situation. He quickly grabbed the other boys arm and brought him up the surface. He interlocked his arms with Christians when they reached the pool's staircase. Mitchel stained to drag the other boy onto the pavement, falling to the ground soon as they were both safe. The boys coughed in unison, on the cold tile pavement, as they tried catching their breath.
   "Are you okay?" Mitchel started to panic.
   "Yeah I'm f-fine" Kras shivered in the cold night air.
   "Come on, let's get you dried off"

   The two boys walked into the bathroom and started rummaging through cabinets looking for a towel. Mitchel found a grey towel and handed it to Christian.
   "Thanks" Christian said sheepishly as he started to dry himself. He watched as Mitchel walked off into the bedroom attached to the bathroom, "Where are you going?"
   Mitchel came back into the room holding a black hoodie with 'Don't Do It' written in big white letters across the front. "Nothing I was just looking." Michel noticed the hoodie in his hand and held it out for Kras, "Here, something dry to wear"
   Kras took off his own soaked shirt and took the hoodie out of Mitchel's hands, slipping the hoodie on over his head. It was warm from Mitchel previously wearing it.
   "Thank you"
   Mitchel blushed at the sight of the boy wearing his clothing, "You look good"
   Kras' face heated up after hearing those words come out of Mitchels mouth. He extended his arm forward, grabbing Mitchel's hand, pulling the two boys closer together. Their lips collided in sparks of passion, as they stood holding each other. Mitchel pulled away, admiring the handsomeness of Christian. He leaned forward, cupped Kras' head in his hand, and planted a firm kiss on his forehead. Christian melted at every touch from the other boy.
   The door to the bathroom unlatched.
   "There you two are" Clinton slurred, "Imma head back to his fine lady's house tonight" He glanced back and forth between the other two bandmates, "What was going on here?"
   Mitchel and Christian quickly separated before saying "nothing" together. The door closed behind Clinton, leaving the couple alone again.
   "That was close." Kras whispered.
   "I know baby" Michel said brushing the damp hair out of Christian's face, "We can't get caught like they again."
   Christian nodded, leading his cheek into the palm of Mitchels hand. Christian turned his head, kissing the other boys hand, "Thank you for saving me."
   The boys separated, grabbing the wet clothes off the floor before walking out of the room.