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

Part 18

They all squeezed down the small hallway to try and beat one another to the shower.

"Damn it TJ!" Craig expressed as the bathroom door slammed.

"Fuck you TJ!" Thrash yelled as he trampled back into the front lounge.

The hall went quiet after a few seconds. Footsteps receded towards the back lounge.

Thrash opened the freezer and pulled out a small tub of ice cream.

"Put it back." I said in a monotone.

"Whyyyyyyyy?" He whined.

"Because it's mine!" I defended.

I saw him pull something off the tub and drop it behind him discreetly.

"I don't see your name on it." He said with a snide smirk.

"I just saw you throw the sticky note behind you!" I laughed.

He tried to walk off with it. I got up and he stopped in his tracks.

"Gimme my shit you Ice Cream whore!" I said posting up in front of him.

"No." He said quickly and tried to dodge me.

I tackled him to the ground and sat down on his stomach. I pried the ice cream from his hand and a sad look struck his face.

"I'll give you a bite." I told him through a laugh.

"Fine." He mused rolling his eyes.

While still sitting on him I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer next to me. I scooped some out and I fed it to him.

I got off and helped him up.

"You good now?" I asked jokingly.

"Your not you when your hungry." He said with a dazed look in his face and walked to the back lounge.

"What?!" I bursted out in laughter.

I sat down on the couch with the ice scream and started scrolling through instagram.

A little while later. 
After finishing about half of the small tub of ice cream, I put the lid on it and walked to the back lounge. TJ and Thrasher were sitting on the couch. Thrasher was drying his hair with a towel while simultaneously complaining about whatever they were watching.

"Dude this is so interesting your just a hater." TJ said pulling the TV remote out of his reach.

"No one gives a shit about alchemy dude! This is boring." Thrasher whined.

"You whine too much Kev." I said, tossing the ice cream and another spoon in his lap.

"Really?! After you beat me up in the kitchen over it?" He yelled.

TJ and I started laughing.

"Fine I'll gladly take it back." I said reaching for it.

"Fuck off." He said in a monotone and pulled it away.

"Is Rob in the shower?" I asked.

"No he's in his bunk." TJ said giving his full attention to the TV.

"He's usually too tired to take a shower after a show." Kevin laughed.

"Gross." I laughed as I walked to the junk bunk to grab my bag.

I pulled a oversized T-shirt and some shorts out along with a towel.

"Where ya goin?" Kevin asked with a confused expression.

"To take a shower." I said with a smirk and opened the bathroom door slightly.

"Craig's in there." TJ added,  pulling his attention from the tv.

"I know." I stated, and like magic both of their jaws dropped as soon as the words left my lips.
I winked at them playfully before closing the door behind me.