Escape The Fate's Photographer *A Craig Mabbitt Fanfiction*

Part 6

"Honestly whatever's easiest for you guys, But I'm not taking anyone's bunk from them." I said seriously as I plopped down on the couch next to TJ.

He held his chip bag near me, offering me some.

I grabbed one.

"The back lounge will eventually get completely destroyed with Robs nasty B.O, and people are coming in and out of the front lounge almost 24/7 you wouldn't get any rest either way." Craig said.

Rob looked offended, but he didn't deny it.

Craig continued. "If your comfortable with it, you can bunk with Me or TJ.

"Honestly I don't mind." I said with a smile.

Maybe Craig is into me.... I couldn't help my thoughts at this point.

"Aye don't be signin me up for shit Craig!" TJ said jokingly.

"Well Rob is married, and Thrash has a girlfriend, so get over it." He smiled.

"Not that it's any of my business, but don't you have a girlfriend too Craig?" I asked.

He looked confused.

"Sam was asking about you yesterday before we left." Kevin told him awkwardly.

"Yeah, and she gave you a kiss, she was all over you, and she was asking if she was coming on tour with us." I added.

"Ohhhh Sam. Not at all, it's really complicated but we're not together." He said reassuringly.

"Fair enough." I said and continued sharing chips with TJ.

"Oh wait! Before you guys get settled down and comfy, Do you mind if I get some pictures with y'all?" I asked.

"Oh Yeah, I told her we could take some pics today." Craig told them.

"After all, you guys are my favorite band." I said, maybe trying to persuade the other guys just a bit.

"Fiiiiiine" Rob said with a smile.

They all got up and we took pictures.
There's was something about Craig's arm around me that made me tired.

That's weird. I thought to myself.

Me and TJ sat back down where we were and talked about music and stuff.

Craig on Rob settled on the couch in front of us and played Warzone on the flat screen. Kevin sat in the far end of the same couch as me and TJ practicing his guitar.

"So why aren't Monte and Michael here?" I asked TJ quietly.

"I think they had some beef with the band we're touring with. We were all supposed to stay at Craig's last night but they didn't show. We finally got a hold of Monte this morning, he didn't give much of an explanation. Just said they weren't coming." He said.

"Dang that sucks. So how did y'all find Thrash?" I asked.

"We had been talking to him for a while now. Always had some problems with The Money's. Rob figured it was only a matter of time so we were prepared." He said.

"We're you and Money close?"

"I got along pretty well with the them. Monte and I were closer than Michael and I though." He replied.

"Oh, this must be pretty hard for you guys." I said sadly.

"Yeah a little. Thank God Kevin came through, he learned our set list so fast it's insane." He said.

I gave Kevin a fist bump, he was sitting beside me.

TJ got on his phone and we stopped talking. I was already tired enough. The sound of the drive, Kevin's guitar, and Craig's sporadic blurts of "Your fucking spawn killing bro." Directed at Rob was somehow soothing and exhausting.

Soon enough I leaned back on TJ and fell asleep.