The Truth in Cliche (Falling in Reverse and Escape the Fate FanFic) Sequel to Not Good Enough

17. Old Habits Die Hard

Carter's POV:

Pretending to still be together with Ronnie proved to be easy.

Guess we've been doing it longer than we thought.

"You guys are so cute, when is the wedding gonna be?" a fan asked as Ronnie and I fought our way to the door of the venue. We were in one of the Dakotas. I think. Ronnie tightened his grip on my waist and I smiled big.

"I always wanted a summer wedding. So maybe sometime after Warped. But who knows, it could be during," I winked at the girl and walked through the venue doors.

"I can see that one spreading all over the internet," Ronnie chuckled, I just nodded and pulled away from him.

"Gotta go get ready," I mumbled as I scurried away from him. A person can only take so much pretending, no matter how easy it was.

Once situated in the green room I breathed a sigh of relief. I saw Zizzy sitting at a vanity, seemingly fixated with something in front of her. I walked to her side to see what it was.

"Too fine to be meth, too much to be coke. Oxycodone?" I asked

"Close. Oxycontin," she said, not glancing at me.

"Where the fuck did you get that?!" I whisper yelled

"Come on babe. We're on tour, and I'm hot. Naturally a roadie gave it to me," she answered, finally glancing at me.

"Impressive," I shrugged and then asked, "Why haven't you done 'em yet?" We were both staring at the perfectly ground white lines of heaven out in front of her.

"Too much for just me, and I don't want it on me when I go on stage. And I sure as hell ain't leavin' it here," she answered, her eyes fixated on the stuff as if it'd vanish right in front of her.

"I'll help," I offered. Hey, I was doing as a favor for a friend, okay?

"But you're-" I cut her off by pulling out a bill and rolling it. She smiled and took it from me. She quickly rid the surface of two lines. I took the dollar and did just the same. My body felt relaxed. My mind cleared. Why did I stop? Oh yeah. Ronnie.

'That was a dumb reason,' my inner voice told me. I nodded, agreeing with... myself??

I reached toward Zizzy to help her up, and ended up jabbing her in the eye. It made me giggle.

"Sawwy," I said, reaching again and getting her successfully to her feet. We stumbled a few feet and threw ourselves onto the couch. We sat there and giggled until I asked

"Why today?"

"Tomorrow is my birthday," she smiled.

"Oh my god! Tomorrow IS the 10th!" I laughed

"Yeah, and it's cold as shit outside. I hate February," she said randomly. I stared blankly at her. I couldn't control my facial muscles.

"But that's your birthday month," I was confused

"Exactly," she replied. I stopped talking. The clock on the wall mezmerized me. When the little hand hit the 6 Jacen and Runt walked in. Everything moved too slow, and I was shaking a bit. Runt took notice.

"What are you on?" she asked, unphased.

"Oxytcontin," Ziz answered.

"Got more?' The question itself didn't surprise me, it was who asked it.

"Why? Want some?" Ziz asked

"Maybe," Jacen shrugged, swinging her long purple hair over one shoulder. I smirked. Little miss perfect, finally succumbing to peer pressure.