How it Happened is Irrelevant (Mabbell)

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A/n: I'm writing this story as chronologically as possible. Currently, it's February 1 in the story, and we're in Worcester. But, in the story, it's also my 8th birthday on February 1, 2014. Happy birthday to eight-year-old me. I hope you're proud of how far your writing really has gone. I know telling stories to yourself at night is cool and all, but imagine what could happen if people are reading things like that in the future. Trust me, you don't wanna be a veterinarian.

Also "SoMEbODY cAlL a TOwtrUCk 'cUZ thIS iS a FUCkiNG bREakDoWN" -Chris Motionless

Craig's POV:

"Merry unbirthday!" I told TJ the following morning when he entered the front lounge. For the majority of yesterday, he was pretty emotionally unstable. It was physically painful to see him so upset. He's not really an emotional dude. Although for the fans and on stage, he did fairly well to hide anything he was feeling aside from the usual cocky-but-really-happy attitude.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow. "What's an unbirthday?"

"Alice in Wonderland!"

"Oh, I think I might've slept during that part." He recalled the stolen movie that we'd watched not too long ago.

"It wasn't in that one." I shook my head. "Never mind."

"No, no. Now I'm curious. What's an unbirthday?"

"You have a birthday right?"

"Last time I checked?" He sounded almost unsure of himself.

"But there are three hundred sixty-four, sometimes five, other days in the year. That leaves a lifetime of unbirthdays to celebrate."

"That's so dumb!" He was practically laughing as he spoke though. "That's literally the most fucking egotistical idea I've ever heard in my life. Basically, we're celebrating ourselves every day of the year!"

"Then it's perfect for you!" I teased.

He put his hand over his chest, faking taking a bullet. "OUCH!" He came closer to me, getting this look on his face that gave me pause. "So if it's my unbirthday, then where's my present?"

I swallowed hard. "You'll get it soon," I assured him.

"But I already told you. It's an egotistical holiday, and I'm not feeling so special by waiting even longer."

"You didn't even know it existed until about three minutes ago," I pointed out.

"Well, now I do." He parted his lips expectantly.

"Well it looks like another early morning- I'll be leaving," Max's voice rang out through the bus as he walked out to the front and returned to the back.

"Your timing is amazing!" I said, giving him the finger even though he couldn't see it. I looked back at TJ, who was still waiting expectantly for me to kiss him. I ran my fingers under his shirt and let him believe that I was going to give him exactly what he wanted, but instead pulled it off and ran away screaming. "Catch me if you can!"

"Wait! Wait! It's too early for people to see me like this!" He called, chasing me off of the bus. At least he was wearing jeans.

I ran away, shrieking and dodging people who either wanted to talk to me or were looking at TJ and I like we were absolute hooligans. Something caught onto the back of me and I stopped running. "You.....caught.......me," I said, breathless.

TJ took his shirt back as soon as he could, slipping it over his head. "Merry unbirthday indeed," He gasped.