Chemical Love (Craig Mabbitt Fanfic)

Chapter 6

~I'm going to dedicate this chapter to HPhillips because she's the one that gave me the courage to post this story in the first place. So here you go Sarz, the next chapter, so get off my back. Anyway, comment, vote and ENJOY :)~

*back on the bus, still Craig’s POV*

OK, I’m going to talk to Anastasia. I need to see if she likes me back. TJ has said something to me about it but he didn’t look too happy. We were all sitting in the main room. Kevin and Robert are playing COD, Emily yelling at them every time they die. TJ is lying on the floor, I have no idea way. Anastasia is on her phone. I thought I should text her, I’ll know she’ll get it straight away. I got my phone out and quickly sent a message. Her phone buzzed and she gave me a side glance with an eyebrow raised.

Text conversation:

Craig-hey, I need to talk to you.

Anastasia-and your texting me why?

C-because I didn’t want the guys getting suspicious

A-OK…what did you want to talk about?

C-Do you have feelings for TJ?

A-no, why would you think that?

C-I don’t know, I saw you two kiss at the club the other night.

A-well, he’s not the one I have feelings for. Honestly I thought you would’ve figured it out by now.

C-so, it is me?

A-yes dumbass!

End text conversation

I didn’t reply. I saw her roll her eyes, as I got up and walked to the bunks without a word. I needed to sleep.

*TJ’s POV*

I noticed that Emily kept stealing glances at me. I knew that she liked me, I just don’t know if she realised how obvious it is. I got up off the floor. What was I doing on the floor? I sat next to Emily on the couch and put my arm around her shoulders. Just for a tease, but as soon as I made contact with her skin tingles shot up my arm. God, that sounds so cliché. I just ignored it and continued watching the guys play COD.

It took a while for Emily to relax under my touch, but once she did, she cuddled into my side. It felt as if we’ve known each other for years. There goes the clichés again. She eventually fell asleep on me so I picked her up and laid her down in my bunk. I looked at Craig sleeping in his bunk and a mischievous grin appeared on my face. I walked back out and whispered into Kevin’s ear.

‘Craig’s asleep, wanna wake him up?’ he smirked, paused the game and shot up.

‘Let’s do this!’ we smiled at each other and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a bucket on the way. We filled up the bucket to the brim with ice cold water. We chuckled quietly as we walked to the bunks again. We counted down.

‘One…two…THREE,’ we poured the water on the sleeping beast, drenching him and the sheets. Kevin and I busted out laughing, waking up the other sleepy-head in the process. Then we saw Craig’s face.

‘Oh. Shit.’ Kevin and I both exclaimed simultaneously. Craig looked pissed; well that’s what you get when you disturb his sleep. I ran out, pushing Kevin to the ground so I have an advantage. I ran into the back room and locked the door. I guessed that Craig tackled Kevin due to the THUD. I panicked when I realised that Craig has the master bus key. I saw the doorknob jiggle then Craig burst into the room. I started laughing as I tried to run off the bus with no luck. Craig got off of me when Anastasia yelled.

‘Guys! Stop being immature and go find Robert!’ Everyone walked into the main room and looked at her.

‘What do you mean?’ Craig asked, furrowing his eyebrows

‘I mean! Robert just walked out slamming the door. He walked away without an explanation. We gotta go find him,’ she replied pulling on her jacket.

We walked out, heading in different directions. I really hope we find Robert. He’s never this sort of thing; usually he’s really calm. Something big must’ve happened; he won’t even answer his phone. I checked the parks closest to the venue. What? Usually that’s where people go to think and shit. Isn’t it?

Anyway, I was about give up looking. I had no idea what else to do and maybe he’s already back on the bus. I turned a corner and there, sitting at a bus stop, was Robert. He had his head in his heads and his shoulders were shaking. Was Robert Ortiz crying?!

I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and looked up staring at me.

‘I’m not going back,’ was all he said before running off again.