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Harassed (TJ Bell, Craig Mabbitt, & Max Green)

(From Left To Right In Picture) Max Green, Craig Mabbitt, & TJ Bell.

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(TJ's P.O.V.~)

Okay, some weird shit has been happening ever since I left Motionless In White, and joined Escape The Fate! I had joined because ETF's bassist, Max Green, left cause of his drug addiction, and I filled in for him. But he recently just came back to ETF, and is completely sober. Which is a good thing, but that's not why things are weird. Ever since I've joined, Craig has been flirting with me. Slapping my ass before we go out on stage, hugging me longer than usual, squeezing my thigh with his hand...It's just awkward! And ever since Max came back, him and Craig have been coming on to me...And they don't back down. When Craig first flirted with me, I figured it was just cause I was the new guy and that he knew I was a fan of his, but now, all they wanna do is try to get me. I've told Robert and Thrasher, but they just said they like to mess around and that they'll get over it, eventually...Ummm, they obviously haven't!

And what sucks is they mess with me while we're playing on stage...And none of the fans notice!! They're completely oblivious of what they do to me! We have a sold out show tonight...Let's hope they give me a break tonight, cause I gotta focus. I walked into the back area of the lounge as the rest of the guys were getting ready for the show. Robert was drumming on the wall with his drumsticks, Thrasher was messing with his hair and admiring his reflection in the mirror, and Craig and Max were laughing about something. 'Maybe if I moved quickly, they wouldn't notice me.'

I thought to myself. So I quickly walked in and grabbed my guitar, being careful not to make a sound. I quickly walked towards the door and saw my chance at freedom ahead. "Hey TJ, where's the fire?" Thrasher said, making me freeze in my spot...Dammit Thrasher, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I slowly turned around and saw them looking at me...All of them. I swallowed and said "N-Nothing um..I uh, I-I was j-just gonna...N-Nothing, n-never mind." Way to play it cool, TJ. My gaze quickly shirted from Thrasher (whom I was giving death glares) to Craig and Max, who were just smiling with amusement all over their faces. Craig looked me up and down and said "Hey TJ...Something wrong?" I bit my lip and said "N-No, I-I'm fine, thanks." Max scooted over away from Craig and said "Come sit with us, T...We don't bite." I swallowed and said "N-No um...I-I'm good." He pouted and Craig said "Awww, come on buddy...We just wanna hang before the show, that's all." I sighed and said "Fine." I put my guitar down and walked over to them. I sat down in between them, but looked straight ahead. I wasn't gonna let them get in my head. Craig put his arm around my shoulders and asked "So...how are you, TJ? Everything okay?" I nodded, not looking at him and said "Yeah, I'm fine." Max said "I like your outfit, dude...Looks good on you." I said "Thanks." "But Craig and I would rather want it off of you..." He said, lowering his tone.

My breath hitched and I could feel my body start going against me. I could feel the bulge in my boxers, press against the fabric of my jeans. Craig noticed I was squirming a little followed his gaze down, eyeing my crotch. I crossed my legs, hoping it would hide my problem. They weren't even trying that hard, but Jesus. Craig looked up at Max and smiled. Max put his hand on my thigh and asked "You okay, bro? You seem a little tense." He squeezed my thigh and I took a sharp intake of breath. "I-I'm fine." I lied. I'm not a good liar. He moved his hand up a little, inching closer and closer to my inner thigh. Why was I getting hard?..'Please his stop..I don't want either of you..' I pleaded in my mind. And just like that, he took his hand away.

They stood up from the couch and disappeared out of the room, Allowing me to finally breathe. looked at Thrasher and said "I'm gonna fucking kill you, you know that right?" He looked at me through his reflection, and asked "What? Why?" I stood up and said "I was trying to avoid them! But you just had to talk, didn't you?!" Robert said "Dude relax, they're just messing with you-" "No they weren't, Robert! Max was groping me! No guy doesn't do that, unless they want to fuck them! And they clearly want that!" Thrasher said "Just..I don't know...Just relax and don't let them mess with your head, dude. Focus on the show, not them." I rolled my eyes. Geez, thanks for the advice. "Whatever.." Our tour manager poked his head in and said "ETF, on in five."