Drunk ~ 025

                                    

                                          
Chapter 25:
November 13th 2019: 
"El." Awira said, flopping down on the couch beside me. 
"Hm?" I put my phone down in my lap.
Awira's been talking to me about Mitchel ever since they got back yesterday. How he looks at me, his body language whenever I'm around. 
Which I honestly don't mind..
"I" she paused, adding to the tension. I hate when she does that. "..have to tell you something." she said with the most annoying smile ever. I rolled my eyes. 
"What?"
She smirked, looking into my eyes. "Don't freak out." 
"I won't, oh my god, just tell me." 
She giggled slightly, only making me want to punch her even more. 
"You know when you got punched in the face?" she snorted lightly, making me roll my eyes again. I'd personally want to forget that already. I mean, it's not like I'll ever want to bring up a memory of a girl who made everything between me and Mitchel break down to pieces. If only she hadn't been there with her fucking phone in her hand I could have explained that I thought the guy I was kissing was him. 
"Well, *Mitchel* didn't come home when the others did.. he came home from Australia the exact day you got punched." 
I froze. What?! 
"What are you saying I-" I said but before I could finish Awira cut me off. 
"Elianna, he took a flight, to go see you when you got punched. Just a punch." she said. 
She got off the couch, slipped into the kitchen then a few minutes later came back with some Malteesers in her hand. 
"Here, eat these. I'll leave you to let it sink in. And-" she paused, "If Mitchel comes home from the studio, please, talk to him."
I sighed, as she walked off, hearing the front door lightly slam.
I guess I'll have to talk to him. I mean, if I don't, how will things ever fix themselves?

Third person pov: 
November 13th 2019:
"Is he seriously gonna be like that all day?" Christian said, taking another drag of his cigarette between his fingers. It made him slightly wince as he did, cause he's cut his finger on lyric-papers before. Stupid.
"He'll probably die before he even realises what he's doing." Jesse chimed in, grabbing the ciggarette from his fingers and taking a drag himself. 
Mitchel, was laying on the studio couch, a joint in his right hand, and half a bottle of Smirnoff vodka in the other. He'd been multitasking , swapping between smoking and drinking for the past hour, not getting anything done for any upcoming albums. 
Suddenly he was tapped on the shoulder by Michael, or Plvtinum for that matter. 
"Come on, Mitty boy, we gotta work on "Hit My Line"." He said, just getting a groan from Mitchel in response. Michael sighed going over to Clinton. 
"If he's gonna be like that all the time we'll get absolutely nowhere." He said, making sure to keep his voice down so Mitchel didn't hear.
The fans had noticed in Mitty's recent Twitter posts that he'd been a little bit too depressed lately. 
Like, what is "There's beauty in death sometimes" supposed to mean. 
Well according to Mitchel, it meant that he'd die so in love it'd be beautiful.  
"It's Elianna. He's been like this since they messed up, both of them." Clinton explained, letting out a light sigh. 
"How?"
Clinton raised his eyebrows, "How? Well, mate, it's a long story." 
"It's 'aight.. something tells me we're gonna be here for a while.."


The door to the house flung up with Christian, Clinton, Pat, Jesse and Mitchel welled in. Mitchel was leaning on Kras, too drunk to walk himself.
Elianna got up from the couch, seeing them walk in. As she saw Mitchel, something in her broke. 
"Have y'all been out or something?" She asked, going over to Christian and taking over Mitchel.
"Nah, he got like this at the studio." Jesse said, kicking off his shoes. 
El's eyebrows furrowed as she could smell the alchohol from Mitty's breath. 
Suddenly he mumbled something, too quiet for anyone to hear.
"What?" Elianna asked, looking down at him leaning on her shoulder. 
"El.." he mumbled. "I love you.." 
She sighed, not beliveing that he could possibly love her after everything. 
"Just how drunk are you..?" she mumbled, doing her best to carry him up the stairs. 
She dropped him on the bed, taking off his shoes and socks, then unbuckling his jeans to drag them off. 
She sighed, looking at him laying there, his eyes half open, and his face all squished up against the pillow. He looked so cute she could almost scream. 
And then before she could leave, Mitchel grabbed her wrist, pulling her down beside him. 
"Stay.." he mumbled, his arm going around her waist. 
"Mitchel-" she started, only to get cut off by the sensation of his arm tightening, making her breath lightly hitch.
"I said.. stay." he mumbled again, his tone slurring. 
Elianna sighed, relaxing in his arms.
"okay.. okay.."
WORD COUNT: 898
A/n: HEYYYYY GUYS !! I'm so sorry for not posting a chapter in so long. I've been literally BUSY BUSY, and I fell back into another wave of my ed so I've been super tired lately. 
Well ! I'm trying to write more as much as I can and when I can. 
ILY !!