CRAIG.
FUCKING.
MABBITT.
"Umm... Pick that up please!" I frantically pointed my finger towards my earbuds laying on the ground.
This guy STILL HAD ME PINNED!
Craig picked them up, I felt a small tug in my back pocket where the headphone jack was in my phone. He put it to his ear and smiled real big.
At this point there was no use in getting any sentences out.
"Y-e-s?" I stuttered. Apparently he was supposed to know what that meant.
"What do you mean?" He asked me.
I cleared my throat at the guy holding me against the wall. He looked at me confused.
"Can you let me go now?!" I asked him.
He looked at Craig. Craig nodded, as if telling him it was okay.
The guy walked away and sat down in a chair.
I looked back at Craig. "That's uhh- that's you?" I said pointing at the earbud in his hand and trying to force a sentence out. I didn't have any luck with a full one but I managed.
"Ohhh..." He started laughing. "...Yeah thats me."
"Hey!" a voice said from behind us.
At this point I noticed I hadn't taken my eyes of of him a single time.
I turned around to look at the table behind us.
Robert Ortiz, TJ Bell, Monte Money, and Michael Money were sitting there.
"That's you?" TJ asked sarcastically.
"I mean that's us." Craig rolled his eyes
I squeaked. I don't know why. Maybe that was my lack of words slapping me in the face.
I looked at Craig and he just started laughing.
I laughed awkwardly as walked up to the table where they were sitting. Craig followed me.
"You definitely have a set of pipes on you." Craig said.
"Wow, that means a lot coming from you." I replied.
He chuckled.
"Here." He handed my earbuds back."I literally can't believe this right now..." I said raveling them up and putting them in my pocket with my phone.
FUCK YEA! Sentence number 1.
"I've literally been such a huge fan since the Dying Is Your Latest Fashion album! Obviously theres Tons of controversy over the band but I like what you guys have been doing differently since Ronnie left."
They just stared at me.
"It's new and unique and I love it! Annndddd I'm rambling." I said embarrassed.
"That's okay..." Craig said laughing. "...What's your name?"
"Salem." I said shaking his hand.
"That's literally the coolest name ever." He said with a light laugh.
And we kinda just stood there and stared at each other and I was still shaking his hand apparently.
"We're actually here to meet with Allen Kovac. Do you know where he's at?" Rob broke the silence.
"Uhh... No actually I didn't see anyone here when I came in." I replied with angst. Rob is a little intimidating.
A man walked down the hallway.
"Okay guys I'm sorry I'm late. I had some important phone calls to make.""Oh, I hope she's not bothering you guys..." Allen said through a nervous smile.
Dude. So unprofessional.
"Uhh, no she's fine." Craig said confused.
Exactly Craig! I'm annoying?! Please, at least I don't look like a huge douche when I walk down a hallway.
I laughed to myself.
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Escape The Fate's Photographer *A Craig Mabbitt Fanfiction*
FanficSalem starts a new job at Eleven-Seven Records. Obviously she knew she'd come across some bands while working there but her ABSOLUTE FAVORITE?! wow. *Includes Craig's POV*