Breric l One shot's (Bruce Kulick x Eric Carr)

Drunk

Eric's PoV
I was destroying the drumset in front of me. We played another show in New York. I looked over at Bruce as he played his solo of our last song
Rock 'n roll all nite. He's so amazing..

Paul screamed something into the microphone but I ignored him and still stared at Bruce. He turned around and looked at me. I blushed lightly. He smiled at me and I immediately smiled back. I stood up and walked over to my bandmates.

I saw a little girl in the first row, I guess she was around 8. She smiled and looked at me. I threw on of my drumsticks in her direction and a tall man who i assumed was her father caught it and gave it to her. She jumped out of joy and it made me smile.

Suddenly I felt an arm around my waist. I turned my head and saw Bruce smiling at me.
"You're really kindhearted, aren't ya?"
I smirked and nodded.

We bowed down and left the stage.
Some managers came to us and took Pauls and Bruces guitars and Genes bass. We sat down on the couch and talked about the show a little. 

After about 5-10 minutes, we went to our dressing room. Bruce, Gene and I looked at each other. "I never understood why he always wants his own dressing room.." Gene said. I shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't wants to get undressed in front of us." Gene replied.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock." Bruce laughed. I laughed along with him and Gene gave him a glare. I tried to pull down the zipper of my overall but couldn't reach it. "Need some help, Foxy?" I heard Bruce say. I blushed and nodded slightly. 

I felt his hand on my back as he pulled down the zipper. I looked at Gene and he gave me a knowing grin. I just shook my head. Bruce let go of me. "T-Thanks.." I said still blushing. "Anytime." He replied winking. I blushed even more and turned away from him.

I waited until Bruce and Gene left the room and changed into a black jeans and a gray shirt. I opened the door and wanted to sit down on the couch again. But I heard Paul talking to Bruce and decided to listen. 

"Are you blind or just dumb? You can't tell me that you've never noticed how he stares at you all the time." Paul whisper-shouted. Who stares at Bruce all the time? A guy? Does he like him? "Well.. I noticed it but I never thought he would like me." Bruce replied.

WHO? 

"Well he obviously does. He stared at you at the show the whole time!" Wait.. show? Is it Gene?!

"Oh.. yeah kinda.." Bruce mumbled. "No not 'kinda' when he talks to me or Gene he's perfectly fine, when he talks to you he's like: 'Oh.. H-Hi  B-B-Bruce..' Paul twirled his hair and looked at Bruce with an innocent face. 

Not Paul.. not Gene, he couldn't possibly like himself. So.. wait, show, not Paul not Gene.. Oh no.. No no no no NO NO NO!! WHY?!! 

"Eric likes you Bruce, face it." I gulped and bursted into tears. "I'll talk to him." Bruce replied. 

3rd Persons PoV

Bruce stood up. 'Oh no.. he'll beat me up.' Eric didn't know what to do so he just ran away. Out of the room, out of the arena and out on the streets. (for a liviiing, i'm sorry..)  His sight was blurred and he just ran into a random direction. 

Bruce opened the door of the dressing room.  "Hey Eric can I ta-" Bruce glanced into the room. "Eric?" He was confused. "Eric where are you?" He said, slightly worried. "Paul?" Paul turned his head. "Eric isn't in there." Paul cocked an eyebrow. "What do mean he's not in there?" 

"Wait, Eric is missing?" I heard Gene asking. I nodded. "Shit, I saw a dude with long black hair running away!" He yelled. "W- Why didn't you run after him?" Paul asked. "How was I supposed to know it's Eric?" I looked at him. "Have you ever seen a guy with hair like this?!" I shouted.