Welcome to Hollywood [Drabble]
Welcome to Hollywood, Drabble~
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It's a night at the club and all Mitchel can bother to do is look for cute guys.
Mitchel sees him across the dance floor. He's obviously over eighteen years old, maybe even twenty just by his looks. He has the sweetest smile that Mitchel's ever seen on a boy, just one that makes him want to coo like a girl about it. His hair is a complete mop of golden blonde, combed loosely into a respectable shape.
Mitchel avoids eye contact when the boy looks over towards him. He's not embarrassed, but he just doesn't want to be ogling some boy when there might be people snapping pictures, working for tabloids, starting scandals.
Mitchel indirectly moves closer towards the kid, being bumped into by other A-list stars and celebrities. Thankfully he doesn't have to worry about anybody bumping into him and screaming out of shock. He purposely comes to this dance club for a reason. It's also one of the few where they don't serve alcohol, so Mitchel never has to worry about people being drunken jerks.
At a closer look, Mitchel can see his nose, absolutely perfect in its own little way. The boy bites his lip as he smiles at one of his friends and all Mitchel can wish for is to see that smile up close. The boy looks at his friend before he catches eyes with Mitchel, who is lamely standing in the middle of the dance floor, staring at him. He'd tried to be discreet at least.
The boy looks at his friend before he moves away and towards Mitchel. Mitchel can't help but panic, because it's awkward and what is he supposed to do? Stand there and look stupid or walk away and look like an asshole?
He ends up being stupid because once the boy moves away from his friends, Mitchel can see that he's wearing a nice suit. It's black with the faintest design on the jacket. Mitchel's standing in his signature black skinnies and black t-shirt; he feels underdressed.
When the boy comes closer, Mitchel can see that his eyes are the softest shade of grey, just bordering blue. He smiles at Mitchel because Mitchel can already tell that the boy knows who he is, even if he doesn't know who the boy is. "Hey."
Mitchel replies, "Hey." He sees the boy's eyes flicker upwards, towards the door. Mitchel nods and pulls him away with his mind. The boy follows him.
They end up in the bathroom instead because it's probably more dangerous outside for them than inside the club. They immediately walk into the handicap stall and the boy locks the door before he leans in and kisses Mitchel.
Mitchel's not exactly sure how the boy knew, maybe it's because Mitchel has a reputation as this or something, but he doesn't even care if it gets him boys like this.
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JammyRabbins: @mitchelmusso congrats on the show buddy!
Mitchel is puzzled where he'd heard that name from before. He clicks on the username and takes one look at the background before smiling and realizing where he knew the boy from.
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A/N: Also, Shiny Tin Hat time, because I'm ignoring that they went on tour together this summer. Lalalalala.
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It's a night at the club and all Mitchel can bother to do is look for cute guys.
Mitchel sees him across the dance floor. He's obviously over eighteen years old, maybe even twenty just by his looks. He has the sweetest smile that Mitchel's ever seen on a boy, just one that makes him want to coo like a girl about it. His hair is a complete mop of golden blonde, combed loosely into a respectable shape.
Mitchel avoids eye contact when the boy looks over towards him. He's not embarrassed, but he just doesn't want to be ogling some boy when there might be people snapping pictures, working for tabloids, starting scandals.
Mitchel indirectly moves closer towards the kid, being bumped into by other A-list stars and celebrities. Thankfully he doesn't have to worry about anybody bumping into him and screaming out of shock. He purposely comes to this dance club for a reason. It's also one of the few where they don't serve alcohol, so Mitchel never has to worry about people being drunken jerks.
At a closer look, Mitchel can see his nose, absolutely perfect in its own little way. The boy bites his lip as he smiles at one of his friends and all Mitchel can wish for is to see that smile up close. The boy looks at his friend before he catches eyes with Mitchel, who is lamely standing in the middle of the dance floor, staring at him. He'd tried to be discreet at least.
The boy looks at his friend before he moves away and towards Mitchel. Mitchel can't help but panic, because it's awkward and what is he supposed to do? Stand there and look stupid or walk away and look like an asshole?
He ends up being stupid because once the boy moves away from his friends, Mitchel can see that he's wearing a nice suit. It's black with the faintest design on the jacket. Mitchel's standing in his signature black skinnies and black t-shirt; he feels underdressed.
When the boy comes closer, Mitchel can see that his eyes are the softest shade of grey, just bordering blue. He smiles at Mitchel because Mitchel can already tell that the boy knows who he is, even if he doesn't know who the boy is. "Hey."
Mitchel replies, "Hey." He sees the boy's eyes flicker upwards, towards the door. Mitchel nods and pulls him away with his mind. The boy follows him.
They end up in the bathroom instead because it's probably more dangerous outside for them than inside the club. They immediately walk into the handicap stall and the boy locks the door before he leans in and kisses Mitchel.
Mitchel's not exactly sure how the boy knew, maybe it's because Mitchel has a reputation as this or something, but he doesn't even care if it gets him boys like this.
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JammyRabbins: @mitchelmusso congrats on the show buddy!
Mitchel is puzzled where he'd heard that name from before. He clicks on the username and takes one look at the background before smiling and realizing where he knew the boy from.
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A/N: Also, Shiny Tin Hat time, because I'm ignoring that they went on tour together this summer. Lalalalala.