You Just Love to Hate Me

The fangirls screamed as I stepped closer to the crowd. Fervently I played my guitar; quick fretwork of the opening rifts of Situations. This was our last show of the tour in London, and the Londoners seemed to be just as excited as I was. Our large banner emblazoned with the words This War Is Ours and the Escape the Fate logo faded to black as the lights were dimmed. Max was situated on the other side of the stage and Robert took his seat at the drums behind us.

Craig walked slowly up to the mic, and I couldn't help but watch his ass as his hips swayed. The screams got louder as people were getting impatient. They didn't like the fact that they couldn't see us. If I wasn't so used to the uproar in the music studio, I would've been knocked back with the sheer amount of decibels these guys were cranking up.

"Hello London!" Craig called out, resting one foot on the speakers at the front of the stage The spotlight bathed him in a halo of light. I continued playing, without even breaking a sweat. I grin at the crowd and stick my tongue out at them; the raw energy in the room is amazing. Besides the screams and roars of the crow, the only sounds in the place were my guitar and Craig'ssexy voice.

"How're you all doing? Good?" More screams of agreement; what they were actually saying couldn't be distinguished.

"Alright" Our lead singers voice purred seductively. "I'm gonna start with a a little song you all know...Situations!"

Craig seized the mic and held it up to his mouth. He licked his lips and the crowd went absolutely mental. Dark brown hair covered his face. With his free hand, Craig smoothed his fringe down. A mischievous grin crossed hisgorgeous features.

I couldn't help but stare.

Wait...what on Earth am I doing?

I'm not supposed to have a crush on my best friend!

Let alone a gay crush!

I'm 100% straight...aren't I?

C'mon, I'm Bryan "Monte"! I'm not as loud as Max, or as bad-ass as Robert, or even as handsome as Craig. I'm the quiet one, the one that stays at home playing guitar instead of going out and having fun with the guys. I like the beach, working out, chick's asses....I''m not gay!

I can't be.

I just...admire Craig. Yeah, that's it. I just admire his work, nothing more.

I didn't realize that I was still watching him until he looked at me, a piercing gaze that caused my stomach to churnwith butterflies uneasily.

Then he turned around to face the back and raised one arm up in the air, swaying his hips a little provocatively. He turned his head to look at the crowd over his shoulder and began to sing:

"The Situations are irrelevant now! She loves the way that I tease..." To my surprise, at the word "tease", he lifted his shirt up a little bit, revealing his flawless skin. This wasn't like Craig...the Craig I know just doesn't do that kind of stuff at shows.
"I love the way that she breathes" He'd dropped his shirt by nowto my disappointmentand spun round. He strolled over to Max.
"I touched her ooh"Craig put his hand where, if Max was a girl, his boob would be.
"She touched my aah" I watch jealously as Max put his hand over Craig's crotch. "It was the craziest thing!"

Damn straight it's crazy...I focus back on the adoring fans and my fretwork. I didn't need to concentrate on my guitar because -without sounding big-headed- I was good enough that I didn't need to, but I needed a distraction from what was going on beside me. All of a sudden, our singer was crouching on the speaker near me...too near for my liking.

"I love the girls who love to hate because they're just like YOU!"A random girl screamed as Craig pointed at her.

Craig got down and resumed his earlier position; standing with his foot resting on the speaker that he'd just been crouched on.

"A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh." He stroked his hand slowly up his inner thigh.I was beginning to like this new, more confident Craig...who's abducted him now? Jeeze, I'll get those aliens someday...

"She licked her lips and pulled my hair" WHAT? Who just did that?! C'mon own up, I just felt someone tug my hair....Craig; I shot him a glare mentally.

My turn. I poured my energy into the words:
"She can't behave and I'm just a slave..." I felt somethingnice move against my back...What's Craig doing this time? I turned my head slightly... OMG HE'S HUMPING ME!!

"Don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes!" The sex fiend lept away and I was more than a little relieved...he was beginning to scare me. "Darlin', what is going on?"

"Honestly that never happened!" Max and I echoed.

"Lying is your favourite passion! Leave me, go where you belong"Our lead singer began to head bang enthusiastically. Maybe he really has been abducted by aliens.

"Higher heels and lipstick napkins" Max joined me and sang into the same mic."Dying is your latest fashion!"

"The frustration, it's a regular thing"For some weird reason, I felt someone slap my ass and I'm pretty sure I know who the culprit is. Sexual frustration by the looks of things more like.

"I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me!" Craig pointed to himself. How on earth he got over there so quickly I will never know, nor want to know.

"A certain girl, she took her hand and put it in my lap" Great. Now it was Craig that was groping Max's crotch.I couldn't help but feel jealous "It's way too full!" The bassist sung; Craig's hand was still on his crotch.
"Once you've had me you'll always come back"

By this time our front man was practically bouncing off the walls. I dread to think what he'll get up to next. Ismiled shuddered at the random thought of Craig getting completely starkers and running around like a little kid.

"I know, you love to exist"
"And all it takes is a kiss"I sung, as Craig kissed Max full on the lips. Was that really necessary? Here he was, practically dangled right out in front of me, and I couldn't have him.

Yeah, maybe I am gay after all.

Well, this tightness in my jeans says so.

"And you just love to hate me!"I do Craigifer Mabbitt, I do...I answered in my head silently.I just love to love you

"You know, you love all the lies, so don't act surprised" An arm snaked round my neck; no prizes if you can guess who's.
"That I just love to hate you!"

"I kissed your lips..." Now it was my turn to be kissedwhich wasn't entirely unpleasant . The crowd went even crazier (is that possible?), as Craig casually walked away singing the next few lines as if nothing had happened.

"I love the girls who love to hate,,," Oh god....time for Craig's latest trick. He was sitting on the speakers and moving in a rhythmic motion, breathing heavily into the mic as he did. This WAS part of the song...but it was still freaky-ass to have some humping an inanimate object in front of you.

"Woah!"

Craig flicked his head, causing his hair to fly aboutsexily wildly and leapt up.
"Darlin', what is going on? Honestly that never happened. Lying is your favourite passion"

We were all headbanging in time to the beat, and I think I saw a few mosh-pits too.

"Leave me, go where you belong. Higher heels and lipstick napkins. Dying is your latest fashion!" The chorus repeated itself again

"Dying is your favourite PASSION!"

As the lights went out, I was left a very confused 23-year-oldwith jeans that are too tight