You Feel Like Home~Craig mabbitt FF~ [Completed]

FOOT..

*1 month later*

Shane P.O.V.

"So, you gonna come watch us practice? Your only visiting and you don't need to stay in the hotel room the whole time.." Max trailed off. "Max, you know I can't stand...him...I don't want to start fighting with him and then ruin your guys practice." I mumbled. He wanted me to see him and the band practice before they preformed their last show of their tour then they go into the studio but Craig's in the band now and he's a total asshole. We constantly fight and bicker. He calls me names and says stuff about me. I remember one time he kept calling me a band slut and I couldn't handle. I just went home and cried. The reason I was actually seeing the guys is because I'm moving... My mom and dad don't approve of the guys anymore since they actually found out about Ronnie. So they kicked me out and now I'm moving to Los Angeles. The guys don't know because I think It'd be best if I wasn't in their life's. I put my thoughts aside and continued my conversation with max. "Sj, just pretend he's not there...for the band...please...I really want you to go and see us in action. Last time you seen us we...never mind...but please?!" Max pleaded. I hesitated until he gave me the puppy dog eyes. I stood up and he smiled. He pulled me outside and down stairs. I seen the rest of the guys in a rental car. "Wooooooo!" Monte cheered as I got into the car. "Tonight's gonna be awesome! We barely see you anymore!" Monte cried with a fake sob at the end as he put his head on my shoulder. "Ok, so what's the plan?" Craig asked max. "Well, we're gonna do sound check and practice a little, then we're gonna preform and do the signing, and FINALLY, we're gonna go to the party we got invited too." Max said and cheered at the end. Everyone else cheered as I sat there. "Oh, did I forget you don't drink Sj?" Max said deviously. "What? She doesn't drink? We aren't taking her if she's just gonna sit there and be weird." I heard Craig whisper to max. Before max could say anything I interfered. "He was just joking Craig. I drink, more than you could ever." I challenged him. Max, Monte, and Robert(he even took his sunglasses off) looked at me with bulging eyes. Craig parked in front of the venue and looked back at me. "You, looking for a challenge?" Craig sneered. "If you're willing to give one." I shot back. Oh no, what am I getting myself into?

**few hours later; Shane P.O.V.**

I sat across from Craig at the table. We of course were at some party and Craig and me made a bet that if I beat him in a drinking contest, He would leave me alone. But if I lost, I had to let him throw slime all over me. And the guys have to record it...IN FRONT of everyone. I shrugged off my thoughts as max and Robert poured the alcohol in the shot glasses. "Are you sure about this? Slime isn't so bad...and we probably won't post the video anyways..." Max whispered. "Sit down and watch." I hissed. "30 shots each. If one forfeits then the other automatically wins. Who ever finishes first will win as well. Remember, no cheating." Monte explained. "GO!" Everyone shouted. Me and Craig started to drink quickly. I wasn't paying attention to how many he had drank or I had drank. I just kept drinking. I felt so sick. My throat burned, but I ignored it. I went to pick up another shot glass but it wasn't there. I looked up and Craig had two more left. Everyone screamed and max picked me up. Craig sat there awestruck as he finished his two shots. I cheered, but quickly stopped when I almost fell over. Craig got up and stormed off. I don't know why but I got up and chased after him. I felt bad for some reason....why? I found him outside smoking a cigarette. "Hey, why'd you leave like that?" I asked. He jumped at the sound of my voice. He turned and looked at me. "Because I can." He spat. "You can't be mean anymore. That was our bet." I said. He put his cigarette out and stood face to face with me. "The bet was, I had to leave you alone. Not be mean to you when you don't leave me alone." He hissed lowly. He smelled like cigarettes and cologne. To be honest he didn't smell bad. He went to walk away when I pulled him around. I stumbled back wards, prepared to fall on my ass and embarrass my self but instead I landed on something...or someone? I looked down to see Craig inches away from me. He just looked at me. "Oh my god, did I kill you?!" I shrieked. "No, but I think you broke My foot." He groaned. I climbed off him. "I'm so so so so sorry?!" I slurred. I almost threw up on him but I turned and threw up on some dudes shoes. "Eww! Gross?!" The dude shrieked and stormed off. I wiped my mouth and turned back to Craig. He was laughing. "That dude just got puked on...awesome." He laughed. My face wen a deep shade of red. Craig went to stand up but fell back down and hissed. "Don't." I told him and slipped off his shoe and sock. His foot was swelling and started to look a little purple. "I think it's broken." We said in unison. I looked at him. "Let's get you to the hospital." I slurred and dialed a taxi since I wasn't to great to drive. It arrived and I helped Craig up and into the taxi. I almost fell out of the car when we arrived at the emergency room. I stumbled as I helped Craig and now his alcohol was kicking in so he was stumbling every where as well. He kept cursing under his breath as he tried using his messed up foot to  keep his balance. It felt like hours before we actually got in the emergency room. I filled out paperwork as Craig sat in the chair drunkenly looking around. I could barely see to write. I handed the paper back to the nurse. I was falling asleep when a doctor called Craig's name. We sat up and raised our hands. The doctor helped Craig in a wheelchair. "Would you like to come along Miss?" The doctor asked. "Yes." Craig slurred. I stood up and walked as best I could while following the doctor. We made it into a room and they helped Craig onto a chair. "Hello, I'm Doctor Carlson. May I ask, But Have you been consuming any alcohol Mr. Mabbitt?" He questioned. "Yes." I told him. Thank god I was sobering up. "Well, you said you might have broken your foot. May I take a look?" The doctor asked. "Yesssss." Craig slurred. He never put his shoe on so his foot was still showing. The doctor examined it and determined that Craig needed X-rays. I hope we aren't here for ever. I'm still drunk...