Escape the Fate and Falling in Reverse One Shots

I Love You, I'm Sorry

(Craig X Monte)

Monte's POV:

I let out a heavy sigh as I watch Craig take his shirt off. He's too beautiful. Looking down at my guitar, I can't help the feeling that, if I ever told him how I felt, he'd hate me. We were about to began the next song, though, so I have to snap out of this depressive state.

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Later that night, at the meet and greet, it felt like Craig was watching me. Waiting for me to say something to him. But what? I can't tell him how I feel, what will the fans think?

"Craig!" One very obnoxious fan shouted for the thirtieth time tonight, trying to get Craig's attention. "CRAIG!"

"Please, don't shout," I try to say, politely. "There are a lot of people here, tonight and we're all doing our best to get to each of you." I turn around, only to come face to face with a girl, maybe about eighteen, dressed in a crop top and a skirt so short, it might as well have been a belt. What got me, though, was not only the amount of makeup she had caked onto her face, but her horrible fake tan that gave her a bright orange glow.

"Excuse me?" She said, rudely. "There is, maybe, twenty people here. And, I don't see a Team Monte Money anywhere! Why don't you do us all a favor, Monte. Go Kill yourse-"

"Hey, pumpkin tits," I hear Craig nearly shout from behind. "How about showing a little respect, if you know what that is. Run along, little girl. Besides, telling someone to 'kill themselves?' Real mature, sweetie. Real mature."

"I just wanted you to notice me." She began to cry, her ten tons of makeup starting to run down her face as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Well, guess what? I did notice you. But, not because you shouted my name twenty thousand times. It's because you nearly told Monte to commit suicide. Now, get the fuck out of my meet and greet." With that, the girl stormed off, crying. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave. Running out the back door to the venue, all I could think about was how right she was. I passed the bus, wondering about it. Thinking how they would all be better off if I did actually kill myself. I ran far away from the damned place, despite the screams of my own name as someone chased me. I didn't look back to see who it was. I didn't care. I ran until my legs felt weak, then I ran some more. I reached an old, abandoned railroad bridge, collapsing near the edge, crying. I take the switch blade out of my pocket, flipping it open. "MONTE!" I hear Craig shout.

"What do you want?" I nearly whisper as Craig takes the knife from my hand. I give no resistance, I just let him.

"I want to know what happened back there."

"YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?" I scream out, standing over my friend. "WHAT HAPPENED IS I FUCKING LOVE YOU, CRAIG! I LOVE YOU, BUT YOU DON'T LOVE ME! AND, YOU KNOW WHAT? IT HURTS, CRAIG! IT FUCKING HURTS!" I was cut off by Craig's lips colliding into mine. I was shocked. All I could do was stand there for a minute, paralyzed. I eventually snap out of my trance, kissing him back as he moves his hand down my back, stopping half way down.

"I love you, too, Monte." He whispers softly. "Never forget that."