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

21. Now I Know

I know it's been a while. And I left you with a cliff hanger, but I'm back and I've got a whole new writing fire in me!! So be prepared for a ton of drama.

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Carter's POV:

My alarm went off and I sat upright. My back was screaming. I stuck my hands on it and looked down at my steadily growing tummy.

Three months along now. I felt a ping of sadness in my heart as I realized it was the last day of tour, and time to come clean to management.

I rolled out of my bunk and went to shower. I came out and put my hair up in a messy bun and barely did my make up. I pulled on my jeans which were on the verge of not fitting. I yanked on one of Ronnie's baggy shirts, frustrated that I could no longer fit most of my clothes. The word fat came to mind, but I kept pushing it out, reminding myself that I was pregnant.

Pregnant.

The word still freaked me out and made me want to cry. I like to blame it on the hormones but I know better.

I gave myself a once over and shrugged. I was no beauty queen, but after today my career was over so it didn't matter much of anything. I left the bathroom and grabbed my phone and slipped on my toms before leaving the bus. The crisp late April morning greeted my face. I inhaled deeply, smelling the sea. Home. I'd never felt so happy to be back in California. I love touring, but it's taxing, especially in my situation.

I glanced around and saw where our gear was being brought in. The venue was nice, and rather large, as if my nerves weren't already on edge. I looked and saw a band of teenagers were already lined up and screaming. I glanced at the time; 9 a.m. I couldn't believe they were here so early. Thinking about my concert attending days made me shudder. Warped at 5 a.m.? No thanks, I can barely get out of bed before noon these days. My eyes roamed the scene a minute longer before I felt arms around my waist. I jumped out of my skin, completely caught off guard. I wheeled around to find a smiling Mabbitt.

"Oh my god, Craig!" I exclaimed, clutching at my chest.

"Sorry doll, did I scare you?" He half smiled at me and I giggled. We toned it down as tour progressed, but it was still there. The feelings I mean. We tried to stamp them out but... Our attraction was undeniable.

"Yes actually. What are you doing up so early?" I asked

"Last day of tour," he shrugged and I nodded. "You?" He asked

"Back pain," I shrugged.

"Yeah, Gab got that pretty bad too. I have a solution," he smirked and my eyes grew wide. He grabbed my hand and drug me behind him.

"Craigifer!" I yelped as he took me all the way to his bus. We climbed onto it and I sat down on the couch.

"Stay here for a second," he said running to the bunks. I heard him yelling, and clapping and then the sounds of four pissed off band members. Then I saw him running off the bus and I got the hint and followed.

"What the fuck Craig?" I laughed as we fast walked away from his bus.

"Last day of tourrrrrrrrr!!" He shouted, and the kids in line shouted with him. I smiled. He turned to me suddenly very close to my face, "Let's go," and with that he grabbed my hand again and took off away from the venue.

"Craig! I left my phone!" But he didn't stop. We walked a few minutes before sitting on a bus stop bench. I was suddenly very out of breath, and Craig laughed at me.

"What's gotten into you, Mabbitt?" I laughed, in between gasps.

"Love," he smirked and cupped my face into his hand before pulling my lips to his in the most surprising gesture. I leaned into the kiss, allowing myself to be pulled in.