Gay Band OneShots

Cronnie: Bury the Hatchet

This was requested, sorry if it's a little short.

Ronnie POV

I sang my heart out on stage. I could feel someone's gaze burning holes into the back of my head. I took a quick look back and saw ETF's frontman, Craig Mabbit. The glare on his face was unmistakable.

Way back when, I hated Craig with everything I had. I had just gotten out of prison and expected to run back to my beloved band, only to find that I was replaced by a spunky kid with a big voice.

My favorite thing to tease him about was his teeth. I knew it drove him nuts so that's what he would go by. Later on, he got his teeth fixed. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, he probably could've lived with them if I hadn't made such a big deal about it.

I was long over the feud that our bands had grown custom to. I was thankful that Craig took over. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have created Falling in Reverse.

Currently, we were on the bury the hatchet tour. All of our bandmates made up besides me and Craig. Everyone didn't think we would, that's how strong our hate was. I was ready to make up, but Craig wouldn't give me the time of day.

We had a week left of touring, and I'd be damned if I was going to let us end it still fighting. I've spent three months on a tour bus trying to fix things!

I ended my set and started heading back to the bus. I was almost there when a familiar voice rang out.

I ran over to the man and took in the situation. He foot was trapped under an amp that had fallen. He was whimpering in pain and I jumped into action.

I lifted the amp with all the muscle that I had build up over the years. He pulled his leg free, but still sat on the ground inspecting it.

"Will you have TJ come and get me?" He asked.

"All the guys left to party. I can carry y-"

"No! I'll just wait till they get back then." He said stubbornly, crossing his arms. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders.

"Fine. But I'll stay and keep you company." I stated, plopping down next to him. This was the perfect opportunity to confront him.

"Why won't you give me a chance?"

"Why?! Why wouldn't you give me a chance back then Ronnie? You fucking hurt me. I'm done with this conversation. I already know you're bullshitting me."

"I'm not bullshitting you. I didn't realize how well it would work out. I needed someone to blame and you came along. I'm sorry." I said in a small voice, standing up to leave.

I heard a sigh and Craig called me back.

"Damn it Ronnie. Just carry me back to my bus and we'll talk about this later."

I scooped Craig up in my arms and carried him to his tour bus. I sat him on the couch and decided to look at his ankle.

"Can I look..." I trailed off, he nodded and I examined the injury, noting that it was swelling and turning purple.

"For now we can lay some ice on it, but you need to see a doctor."

I fetched him the ice and something to drink and he motioned me to sit with him.

"You still stink from the show." He said, his nose all scrunched up.

"You love it." I laughed, pulling him closer to me.

"So we good?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Little did we know, that this night would reflect on the rest of our lives. Together.