Mitchel's POV
"Why are you so nervous? We're going out with friends." Clinton says annoyed.
"I'm not nervous." I snap while I sit down on the empty seat next to him.
"Bro, you can't stop fidgeting and you're pacing the house like your ass is on fire." He huffs. I roll my eyes and continue to stare at the blank TV.
"Christian's going, right?" I ask. He shrugs and likes a picture of some girl on his Instagram feed.
"That's why you're nervous?" He mumbles.
"Yes! I don't know. Maybe?" He glances at me but doesn't make full eye contact. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at the time.
5:30
We were being picked up to go to a random club I didn't think I had been to.
"Mitchel! Stop shaking your damn leg!" Clinton sighs and puts his phone down while turning to face me.
"Look, it's like every other night we go out. The only difference is that you're dating Christian. Every body knows but Riley and Jordan." He shrugs and I let what he says sink into my brain but it didn't work. I shrug and give him a hopeless look.
"Come on. They're here. Don't be such a wuss." I narrow my eyes at him and we both get up to head out the door. I take a breath and open the door to Riley's car.
"Mitchel can sit next to me." Christian says. I awkwardly wave at everyone and climb in the backseat next to Christian. Clinton sits next to me and I rub my hands on my jeans, hoping they would stop feeling so clammy.
"Hi." He whispers. I give him a small smile and continue to look ahead of me. I feel him grab my hand and I only worked myself up more as the seconds went by.
"Are you okay?" He whispers. I could hear the concern in his voice.
"I'm fine. Why?" He shrugs but doesn't let go of my hand.
"I thought we weren't going to be exclusive when we went out?" I ask.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." He let's go of my hand and I look down. I felt bad for making it seem like I cared that we were holding hands but I didn't think changing my mind and confusing him would be helpful. I feel Clinton nudge me and I glare at him.
"What." I mouth. He looks down at my hand and I give him a confused look. He rolls his eyes and connects his hands together. I was still confused by his gesture and he grabs my hand and Christian's and puts them together.
"I-" he holds his hand up in my face and stops me from talking.
"I swear you're stupid." He mutters.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Jordan asks looking at us through the rear view mirror. I let go of Christian's hand and instantly miss the feeling of his touch.
"You guys were talking about putting a lamp together and I was bored so I made up my own conversation." I lie. I felt bad for not telling them about Christian and I, since they were one of my closest friends but I was doing my best in keeping Christian's wishes of keeping it between the band and ourselves. Even though the fans already knew somehow.
"My lamp and I are offended." She says crossing her arms. We pull into the parking lot of the club and I notice it was full of people. We all get out and quickly look around to make sure there weren't any paparazzi following us. Once we figured we were in the clear we walk in and my breathing hitches for a moment.
"You okay there, Mitty?" Pat asks. Clinton shoots me a look but I ignore it. At first I hadn't recognized it but walking inside and remembering the familiar scent of the club, I remembered it was the one I had met Matthew in.
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All Because Of You (Manthony)
Fanfiction"You don't understand and maybe you never will. You have every piece of me; you could break me into a million pieces and I would still love you the same way I did yesterday, the day before and nothing could ever change that...but maybe that's why th...
