Bad Intentions (Falling In Reverse)

Five: Going Off The Rails On A Crazy Train

Five: Going Off The Rails On A Crazy Train

~Bri~

“Don’t get me started on what! It means to be alive! You’re lying to yourself but then you still act surprised! Cause you’re scared! Can’t come to terms with what you are. The wolves in sheep’s clothing will only lead you so far! You'll wait, and they'll go. Cause in the end, we all end up alone! So just wait you'll know.” I screamed into the mic, getting pissed off at myself. Me, and me alone, knew what these lyrics were about. I put nearly everything I had into this song because it was the last of the night. That, and because I hate myself right now. “In the END its not about what you have! In the END its about where you want to go! And the roads you take to help you get there! I hope you think that’s fair!”

“Oh, o-o-h!” Jake and Zack sang into the mics next to me.

“Cause you’ve only got one life to lead! So don't take for granted those little things! Those little things are all that we have!” I thought about Christofer when I sang those lyrics. Hell, he’s probably said that before. “Forget everything just for tonight we’ll, sing like everyone when their alone! ‘Cause I’ve been waiting for tonight to say, whoa-oh! Whoa-o-oh-o!” I jumped up on the speaker, trying to forget about everything that was happening in life. Trying to get lost in the music. “Let’s believe that if we all stand together, we’re a force that can shake that whole world!” I threw my free hang in the air and waved it back and forth like the kid’s where doing with their phones. “For once we’re doing something right when we say, Whoa-oh! Whoa-o-oh-o! Cause I’ve been waiting for tonight to say Whoa-o-oh!” I screamed the last lyrics and jumped into the crowd, hoping that I’d make it back to the stage with my clothing intact. And if I didn’t? Well, honestly…who the hell cares?

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“Have faith in me…” I sang softly, keeping my voice steady as I plucked at my strings. “Cause there are things that I’ve seen, I don’t believe. So cl-”

“What’s going on with the bass in this?” Mika asked, cutting me off completely in his monotone, yet strangely sarcastic voice. “Because I’m looking at these tabs like, this shit is way easy.”

I cocked my head to the side, giving him a glare. Mika is one of those people who can get on your damn nerves if around him for long enough. Everything he says is really flat, making him sound bored, yet somehow sarcastic at the same time. As annoying as he may be, he‘s still one of the most awesome people I‘ve ever met. Great bassist too. Even though, in this case, he should shut the hell up. “The intro is easy. The rest of it is another story. Zack is lazy sometimes, so I made it as easy as I could without it sounding ridiculous.” I told him, rolling my eyes.

Mika’s eyes grew wide, causing me to shoot him a confused look. He kinda looked like a fish with spiky hair. “Bass players can’t afford be lazy! People already think we do nothing!”

I laughed while Jacky rolled his eyes at Mika’s hurt and disbelieving tone. “Sometimes I fear that you’re not right in the head, mate.” Jacky chuckled. “Then I realize that none of us are.”

“You got that right.” I said, chuckling. “None of us would be here if we were.”

Jacky nodded before reaching out to grab the neck of my guitar. “May I?” he asked, smiling brightly. Like I could say no to him.

“At least you asked.” I said as I pulled the strap over my head. Just as I handed Jacky the guitar and sheet music, my phone started going off. I knew who it was as soon as the ring-tone sounded.

“I’m on the high way to hell! High way to--”  I cut it off, rolling my eyes at the contact photo. “Wha--” I was cut off by loud screams on the other side off the phone. I quickly pulled it away from my ear, shocked by the sudden noise. “What the bloody hell?!” I snapped.

Jacky started laughing. “You’ve clearly been hanging out me for too long, Love.”

I winked at him, cause him to chuckle before going back to changing my cords. If anyone else was changing my music, I would’ve been at there fingers with a pocket knife in 2.5 seconds. But, since its Jacky freaking Vincent, no way in hell I’m complaining. “Ronnie? What in the blue hell have you gotten into?” I asked worriedly as I heard him let out a noise that only he could make. “Where are you?”

“At the-HOLY FUCK!” he screamed before I heard a loud crashing sound. “These people run faster than hungry Loins straight out of Africa!”

I opened my mouth to asked what the hell made him come up with THAT of all things, but then I realized that I’m talking to Ronnie Radke. That is probably why I love this dude so much. He always finds a why to put his own little spin on everything. I guess that’s why they call him king of the music scene! Can I get a ‘Fuck yeah!’ for fitting some of Ronnie’s lyrics into that? No? Well, screw you and your shoes then. “Do we need to come get you, Ronnie?”

“No way! That’ll only caused them to--What the…that is a pitchfork. THAT. IS. A. PITCHFORK. Doll, they have pitchforks!”

That’s when I panicked. “Where the fuck are you, Ronald?!” I yelled, hopping to my feet and running towards the door of the bus. Ronnie is pretty much the only thing keeping me together right now. And if somehow hurts him, I will personally rip their throats out. I know he can handle himself perfectly fine against one or two people, but if it‘s more than that? With pitchforks? His ass is grass. “Ronnie?!”

“In front of the venue! There is a mob out here--HEY. Don‘t you touch my hair! I will throw you across this parking lot, man!”

I rolled my eyes at his statement. He may be about to get killed and he’s worrying about his hair? Typical Ronnie.

“FUCK!”

His voice echoed because he clearly wasn’t far away from me. I snapped the phone closed a started booking it. There is nothing worse than getting caught by crazy fans and then not being able to get out of the crowd without help. Believe me, I’ve been there. “What the almighty fuck.” I mumbled, slowing to a stop as I neared the crowd outside of the venue. Sure enough, they had pitchforks. And torches. They also had big ass signs that had my face on it with Xs’, Devil horns, and pretty much any other rude doodle you can think of. Oh, and you can’t forget the HUGE “Cheater!” that was written in big, bold, bright red letters at the top of each sign.

“There’s that lying, cheating bitch!” someone from the mob yelled, causing everyone’s attention to shift from Ronnie to me.

“Aw hell.” I mumbled to myself before taking off, running back the way I’d come. Looks like all that working out and eating healthy crap Ronnie makes me do three days out of the weeks is about to pay off.

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I slowly opened my eyes, wincing from the sudden light. I sat up in the bed, looking around to see where I was. I couldn’t tell until I look on the dresser next to me. Hair spray, eyeliner, and a Xbox controller. Ronnie’s bed. That’s where I am.

“Oh thank god you awake!” Julz said, rushing into the room, hugging me so tight that I felt my oxygen supply start to lower.  

“Julz.” I choked out. “Oxygen…becoming a problem.”

“Oh sorry!” she smiled, letting me go. “I was just super worried. We all were. Speaking of which, Alex! Ronnie! She’s awake!” Julz yelled toward the doorway at a volume the was completely unnecessary. They’re probably only about 20 feet away from us. If those two aren’t already deaf from all the noise at concerts, they probably are now.

“Well don’t you look good in my bed.” Ronnie said a he entered the room, a smirk on his lips. “If only you had on a little less clo--”

Alex swung his hand back, hitting Ronnie in the stomach with it to cut him off. “You, sir, are a pedophile.” Alex said, giving Ronnie a death glare. Alex doesn’t like Ronnie. Not after Alex found out that Christofer doesn’t like Ronnie much. Thankfully, he tolerates him for the tour.

“Who me?” Ronnie gave him an innocent smile. “Not me! Plus, she’s 18. I can legally say and do dirty things to, with, and about her.”

This time, Julz was the one to step in. “And that is exactly why you two are in the mess that you’re in now. And by mess, I mean there is a screaming mob with pitchforks, torches, and a fiery hatred for both of you standing right outside of the venue.” she gave a smile that was laced with bitterness. “I’m sure they’d gladly stick both of your heads on sliver fucking patters and send it to Christofer if they thought it’d make him any feel better.”

“Wait one moment.” I said, sitting up in the bed fully. Did I just hear her correctly? “Those are Christofer’s fans?”

“Yeah.” she nodded. “And those crazy fuckers are out there because a girl with a backstage pass overheard you and Christofer’s fight the other night. Of course she told posted it on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Youtube and pretty much every other site that humans view on a daily basis.”

I face palmed immediately. “I hate being famous!” I scream into the air, pulling at my hair. “These people are ruining my life!”

“Yeah, maybe. But you seem to be making it way too easy for them to make up rumors.” Alex snapped at me, shoving his phone in my face. And you’ll never guess what was up on the screen. A photo from a few days ago of me and Ronnie on a picnic table. Sounds harmless right? Wrong. I was laying on the table, and Ronnie was on top of me, straddling my hips. These people seem to have a knack for catching us doing things that look ‘vulgar’ to the naked eye, when really, its just us being stupid. Nevertheless, it still looked pretty bad. “Care to explain, Bri?”

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