Ranboo pov:
The set went well and the crowd went wild. But I could only focus on the boy in the vip sitting area, jumping along with everyone else. It was so relieving.
The second the show ended I rushed to V.I.P section, to see if Tubbo was there. That it wasn't just an extremely vivid hallucination caused by the aftermath of the drugs and alcohol I'd been on the night before.
I finally made it to the designated area and was swarmed by mountains of Fans, but as sad as it was I didn't care about them.
I used my height to look over the people and still couldn't see him.
I sighed a couple autographs and then slowly headed back to backstage with my head held low. It must have all been in my head.
I continued to believe that until I felt a tap somewhere around my lower back, I turned around stating "I'm not giving out any more autographs" only to see a small petite boy who I never got over
"How many times do I have to tell you I don't want your autograph" he laughed
I didn't say anything, I only looked at him for half a second before I practically grabbed him. Forcing him into a hug and spinning him around.
There were a few weird looks from the swarms of people around.
I quickly rushed Tubbo and dragged him backstage where he was came face to face with his old friends and my band members.
"Hey guys" he said timidly holding his arm whilst he did it.
"Tubbo my friend! How've your been man? God I'm glad you're here!" Wilbur greeted
"You are?" Tubbo asked in clear confusion
"Of course! Here's hoping you can get this lanky bastard out of the rut he's been in"
"I thought you guys would hate me. And I saw that one of you was in hospital and that's the reason I came"
"We could never hate you Tubbo . We told you you're family"
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Tubbo POV:
"Wait... you came because of a news heading. Not because you wanted to see me?" Ranboo said
"Well if I'm honest I had a feeling it was you. So I rushed down to your next show hoping you'd be alive. Well I HOPED you'd still be in hospital but I guess you're fine"
"Oh ye-" I cut Ranboo of by slapping him as hard as I could across the cheek, not in a 'Hey I hate you' kind of way however
"What the fuck were you thinking!
Overdosing on drugs! It's not you Ranboo, the drinking I understand I've been doing that. But fucking drugs, I don't want to see you dead on the street"
"You won't Tubbo"
"But I will!
If You keep doing this. I care about you too much to let you do this to yourself. Homophobic manager or not" I screamed not thinking about the rest of the band, I quickly scanned the room to see everyone else's reaction, only to have Wilbur nod his head.
"We know" he whispered
"You still care about me?" Ranboo asked
"I- of course but I just- I dont know if I- gimme that" I said reaching for a guitar.
I started strumming it and began playing
I think about when you were here
When you'd wipe away my tears
And let me weep in peace
Can't escape your long gaze
This won't be just a long faze
And you do it all with ease
Your lanky legs, fluffy hair
Your lovely eyes, the skin that's fair
The disguise you use to hide your face
That I see through when I'm at your place
Remember the nights with the golden view
The guitar you'd play when it's just us two
I loved
It
All
The studio sessions when it's you and your kit
Or
The after parties When I feel too sick
I loved
It
All
Cause you were my drummer boy
My precious little drummer man
My silly little drummer guy
But you forced me to say goodbye
The hours I spent crying lonely tiers
Or the lies I made to tell my piers
So our secret didn't spill
The apologies made to my Mum and dad
To make up for the love I wish we had
Oh if looks could kill
Now it's me just writing a song
As a stupid attempt to prove you wrong
Even though you believed in me
Creating the lyrics for me to sing
Just to rip me back and overthink
That we can never be
Cause you were my drummer boy
My precious little drummer man
My silly little drummer guy
But you forced me to say goodbye
I opened my eyes and looked at the band, and then at Ranboo, who quickly walked away.
