apartment 23 // mitchel cave

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mitchel's p.o.v.

i woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off on the bedside table next to me. groaning, i sat up and stretched my arms out. angeline was beginning to wake up from the alarm. she always looked beautiful when she woke up, despite how often she claimed she wasn't.

"good morning love." i said to her. she smiled. god that smile.

"good morning mitty." she said quietly as she sat up to face me. i admired her face for a while. i felt like i had to take in every single feature; this was the last time i was really going to get to take in every aspect of her until i got back from tour.

"today's the day..." i said softly, grabbing her hand gently. she pouted a tiny bit and looked at me with sad eyes.

"i know..." she mumbled as she moved her hair over her shoulder. my heart ached. the air felt tense between us; we both knew what has coming but we didn't want to be the one to mention it. i cleared my throat slightly before shifting off of the bed.

"breakfast?"

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breakfast hadn't seemed to relieve any pre-existing tensions. we both spent most of our time staring at our plates, too scared to say anything. we were currently in our bedroom. angeline was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me as i sorted through clothing.

"what about this shirt?" i asked, holding up a red ringer style tee. i knew she always loved it when i wore it.

"i like that one." she stated simply before turning her attention to the window. i couldn't take this anymore.

"angeline, are you upset?" i asked, sitting down next to her. she sighed.

"everything is fine mitchel."

"i hope you aren't upset about last night..." although i was almost positive this tense mood was because of the tour, i still worried. maybe i should have waited. maybe i shouldn't have even drank at all last night, even if it was only a small amount.

"no no, it's not that mitchel... i just- please don't forget about me on tour..." she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with me.

"why would i forget about you?" i persisted.

"i don't know... i'll be back here in la and you're going to be traveling the country. there's so many other girls you could fall in love with."

"please trust me babe. there's no one that could ever possibly compare to you. i could never forget about you." i assured her. i understood exactly why she was so insecure about tour; she definitely wasn't that oblivious to all the stories and rumors about previous tours. from all nighters fueled by drugs and alcohol to numerous one-night stands with nameless women. i can't blame her for this.

she smiled a little at my response. i gently wrapped my arms around her and brought her close to my chest.

"i love you so much angeline. don't forget that."

"i won't."

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angeline's p.o.v.

i sat in the back of jesse's van as we headed to the airport. mitchel sat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh lightly. i could feel him tracing tiny shapes with his finger which helped ease my nerves a little bit. i felt bad for feeling so insecure earlier; i knew i should feel excited for the boys. this was everything they had wanted. this was everything i had wanted for them.

"i cant wait to spend the next six hours on a plane." christian said sarcastically from the passenger seat causing alexa to laugh next to me.

"you'll be fine christian" she assured him.

"i hope." he replied, turning around to look at her. they both shared this undeniable chemistry. i couldn't help but wonder if alexa worried about christian the same way i was worrying about mitchel.

before i knew it we had arrived at the airport. we began filing out of the van and tried to grab as many suitcases and bags as we could. i tried helping out mitchel the best i could buy he insisted that he could handle himself.

they managed to get through the security and the bag check rather fast, which left us waiting in the seating area much longer than we had planned. christian made frequent runs to the small little store for snacks while the rest of us waited around in the seating area.

"i wish you could come with." mitchel said to me.

"yeah, me too." i pouted, pulling the hood of my, or rather mitchel's, sweatshirt tighter around my head.

"i'm not gonna have as much fun without you there." he said, frowning slightly.

"oh shush, you're gonna have an amazing time." i laughed, slapping his arm lightly.

"it would be better with you." he insisted.

"you know i cant come mitchel. i have my career back here in la."

"i know. you can't blame me for trying." he laughed.

"now boarding for jfk"

the voice came over the speakers. i looked at mitchel and i knew instantly that the moment i had been dreading had just arrived. it was time for him to leave. i slowly stood up and adjusted my sweatshirt, already feeling the tears brimming at my eyes. i could feel every emotion i had been suppressing build up behind my eyes, begging to be set free. a small tear streamed down my cheek.

"baby, please don't cry." mitchel whispered to me as he gently rubbed up and down my arms. that's when i lost it.

"i'm gonna miss you so much." i felt like i couldn't stop the tears.

"i know baby, i'm going to miss you too." mitchel comforted me. his voice sounded weak. he brought me in close to him and embraced me.

"i want you to stay."

"we can't always get what we want, babe."

hearing him say that felt like a dagger straight into my heart. it stung. but he was right.

"i love you angeline." he whispered in my ear as he held onto me.

"i love you more mitchel." my voice cracked. i could feel his grasp on me loosen and i wanted more than anything to grab a hold of him again and have him hold me forever. but i knew that plane would take off with or without him and he needed to make that flight.

"see you soon, love." mitchel said before placing a kiss on my lips. he pulled away and i placed my hands on the side of his face. a small tear formed and rolled down his cheek. i gently wiped it away, feeling my eyes water even more.

"see you soon." i said, letting go of him. he placed one final kiss on my lips before leaving me. it took everything i had in me to let him walk away. he looked back at me and waved goodbye before he got too far off in the distance.

and then, he was gone. off to another city without me. off for the next two months, leaving me feeling emotionally unprepared for whatever lay ahead.