Bad Intentions (Falling In Reverse)

Nine: I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Nine: I Write Sins, Not Tragedies


~Bri~

I was laying in this stupid hospital bed, watching tv, and minding my own business, waiting for the nurse to come in to tell me when I could leave this god awful place, when all of a sudden, the door to my room comes flying open. The doorknob hit the wall with a huge ‘crunch’ and probably left a dent. And guess who came running in? None other than Alex and Jack. Followed by Rian, Andy, CC, Jake, Ash, Jinxx and four other people I recognized immediately, but didn’t know personally.

“BRI!” Alex and Jack screamed as they bolted into the room, slightly pushing each other as they ran over to me. I’m sure you can guess what they did. Yup. Jumped on me. And of course Andy followed them onto the bed. Damn idiots.

“Hey!” I yelled in protest as they all crammed themselves onto the bed with me. How the hell we all actually managed to fit was a mystery to me. I guess its because none of us wear a size higher then a medium. “Care to explain why it’s jump on Bri day?” I hissed at them in a tone that said I was pissed. But they knew I was happy to see them. I missed these guys. They are my family after all. “And explain why Sixx is up in my hospital room. Hey guys. Nice to meet you, by the way.” I said to Sixx. I only knew who they were because they were touring with BVB. I’d never met them before. But I’ve heard their guitarist and bassist screaming at the top of their lungs in the background during phone calls with BVB.

Also, Andy hasn’t shut up about Samantha Chaos. Who I’m gonna assume is the steaming hot, flaming red haired girl standing in the doorway with the black skinnys and torn up Ice Nine Kills t-shirt on. Not to mention the combat boots that had chains on them. Oh, and she topped it all off with huge sunglasses that had spikes stuck to the front. This is a girl after my own heart. And if isn’t Samantha Chaos, I don’t know who is.

“Sup, mother fuckers?” the redhead said. Yup. Defiantly Samantha.

“Cursing like a sailor on her first sentence, and rolling up into a hospital looking like she‘s ready to throw down at any given second?” I said as I looked at Andy with a smirk. Even though they aren’t together, I know he’s like, totally in love with her already. I could see it when he made eye contact with her a few seconds ago. He completely melted like a little marshmallow. How sweet is that? “I like her already.”

“Lovely nightmare, she is.” Andy said with a smile.

“Suck my di-” Samantha was cut off by their drummer who’s name I actually remembered for some reason. Blair. That’s his name. Blair Edwards.

“Ah.” Blair said, putting a hand over her mouth. “You’re just a piece of work, Sam. I swear.” he told her with a chuckle as he grabbed Samantha by her arm and started pulling her toward the door. “We’ll just wait in the bus. Nice to meet you Bri.”

I smiled at them. “Nice to finally meet you guys too. Love your music by the way. You kick major ass on that guitar, Samantha.”

She gave me a soft smile before it turned into a hard smirk. This girl clearly has some walls built up. I guess that’s why she keeps pushing Andy away. Which is sad because he’s totally crazy about her. “Right on. Thanks, chica.” with those words being said, Sixx exited the room.

“Have you seen the nurses in here, bro?” Alex said to Ronnie who was sitting in the pale pink chair in the corner of the room with a confused look on his face. Probably wondering why the fuck three grown ass men are curled up on a hospital bed with me. I’m wondering the same thing, honestly. Then I remember that it’s Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, and Andy Biersack. May I repeat: Damn idiots.

“They’re hotter than biscuits in a KFC oven.” Jack told us all.

I rolled my eyes at them. “I missed you guys.” I said with a laugh as I hugged all three of them. “I missed you guys too. Ya know, the normal people standing around the room in heavy black eyeliner, and the one who looks like he just rolled straight out of bed.” I said to Ash, CC, Jake, Jinxx, and Rain. They’d been surprisingly quiet for the five minutes they’ve been in here. Normally, someone would’ve been screaming about flavored condoms by now. But I guess they know better than to do that in a hospital.

“Guys! Guys! Did you guys know that they sell condoms in the gift shop?!” Zack Merrick screamed at a volume way too high as he entered the room. No doubt the people all the way down the hall heard him.

Remember when I said I guess they know better? Yeah. I stand corrected.

“On that note, I’m outta here.” Ronnie said as he got out of the chair that he’d claimed as his own. Childish and perverted Ronnie may be, but he can only take so much of other grown men acting that way. Which is clearly why he’ll never do a tour with these guys. “Only Black Veil Brides and All Time Low…I swear.” he mumbled as he made his way to the door.

I rolled my eyes at that. “That bundle of joy would be Ronnie Radke.” I told the guys after he walked out of the door.

“He has a fabulous head of hair.” Alex stated as he grabbed my good leg and used it as a pillow. Jack did the same with my arm, while Andy used my stomach. Again I rolled my eyes at all of this. I think it’s necessary for me to say this one last time: Damn idiots.

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One Month Later

“Can‘t you see the lives we’ve changed? Can‘t you see the lives that have been saved? Don’t you care to see the difference I’ve made?! Listen closely! The highways call my name! Don’t you see this is my everything! My everything!” I sang into the mic, getting into the song. I felt really good tonight. For once, there was no one booing us or throwing shit. Thank god. “It may not seem right to you! And you might not approve! But it’s real! This is the only thing that makes me feel!” I stepped back, letting Ronnie and Alex take over on the screams. For the first time ever, Alex, Ronnie and I are on the stage at the same time. And people are loving our version of Memphis May Fire’s song, Alive In The Lights.

I was honestly surprised when they both agreed to take turns on the vocals. And so far, there hasn’t been any problems. Which is pretty awesome. On the screams they do together, they sound fucking fantastic. They really should record a song together.

I took a breath before starting the final part of the song with Ronnie and Alex. I honestly can‘t wait to hear how our voices sound together. “Don’t you care to see the difference I’ve made? Listen closely! The highways call my name! Don’t you see this is my everything?! My everything! And it may not seem right to you, and you might not approve! But it’s real! This is the only thing that makes me feel!”

With that, we ended the song and the show. Of course the crowd hit the loudest point of the night. After being in the hospital for two weeks and not being able to play a show for one whole week, its awesome to finally be able to hear the screams of fans. Feel the music thump. The lights, the noise. All of it. It’s what I love. It’s what I live my life for. Even with all the shit I’ve gone through and will go through, the hate mail I’ve gotten and will get, and the people telling me that they hate me, I’m so glad I didn’t die that day in the hotel. Because like the lyrics said, I’ve changed and saved lives with my music. And if I’m gone, who’s gonna be there for those kids who listen to my music and feel alright? No one. But they don’t have to worry about that because I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.

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A Few Hours Later

In one blindingly fast motion, Ronnie slapped the cigarette out of my fingers. Then he continued with the fucker by picking it up, along with the box it came from, and threw it out of the window of the moving bus we’re on. “What the fuck, Ronnie! Why did you do that?!” I yelled at him, getting extremely pissed. On this tour, throwing away cigarettes is like taking food away from Jesse. You don’t do that shit or you will be hurt.

“You need to stop. That shit kills you.” Ronnie told me firmly as he sat down on the bed next to me. He was acting like its no big deal that he just threw a 10 dollar pack of cigarettes out of the window. Those were quality cigarettes! And they weren’t even mine!

“Do I look like I give a flying mother fuck if it kills me?” I snapped at him before punching him in the arm with as much force as I could muster. Of course he didn’t even flinch. He probably didn’t even feel it. Damn buff rock stars. “You better pay me back for those.”

He started doing that stupid doughboy chuckle of his. “Hell no.”

“Well screw you then.” I mumbled as I got up. “I’ll just ask Aiden for one.”

Ronnie’s hand was on my wrist before I could even blink. How the hell is he all of a sudden so fast with his movements?! Or am I just going really slow? “No you won’t.”

I narrowed my eyes, daring him to make a move when I snatch my hand away from his. “Watch me.” I told him as I walked out like a bitch on a mission. And I was on a mission. A mission to not only find myself a cigarette, but also to piss Ronnie off.

Five minutes later I waltzed back into Ronnie’s personal room with a cigarette and a lighter in hand, and a smug look on my face of course. Mission number one: Accomplished. “Eh-uhm.” I cleared my throat to get his attention away from the Xbox and onto me.

“Doll,” Ronnie said my nickname in a warning tone as I put the cigarettes up to my lips. “Don’t you dare.” he further warned as I brought the lighter up to the end of the cig. “That’s it!” he screamed right before the flame hit the paper.

His Xbox controller went flying against the wall as he jumped off of the bed with way too much speed and ran over to me. Next thing I know the cigarette, along with the lighter, was being thrown out of the window and I was being pinned against the wall behind me. “Well,” I mumbled with Ronnie a little too close to my face. Honestly, guys, if the chicks breast are touching your chest, you’re probably a little bit too close to her face if you’re just trying to have a talk. “That escalated quickly.”

“Stop.” he snapped, clearly mad already. “You know I don’t tolerate you smoking in my room.”

I gave him a smirk. “But its really fun to mess with you, Ronnie.” thanks to me being a smartass, Ronnie thought it would be a lovely idea to pin my hands to the wall too. “Really? My arms against the wall too?” I bit my lip as I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Kinky.”

And that lip bit mixed with my last sentence obviously pushed Ronnie over that fine line between being completely pissed at someone, to wanting to do very bad things to them.

“Oh shit.” Ronnie said as he backed up a few steps. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Doll.” Surprisingly, his expression mirrored mine. Completely shocked. Ronnie Radke, my idol, the guy who saved my life, just kissed me. He KISSED me. We’ve always joked around in a sexual way -I guess that never helped the rumors- but it’s never gone this far. Almost. But not quite.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling his against me again before standing on my toes so I could reach his face. “Fuck ‘I’m sorry’.” I whispered before crashing my lips to his. At first he didn’t react. But after 3 seconds, he kissed me back with just as much force.

Ronnie’s hands went to my waist, pulling me closer to him as I tangled my fingers in his already messy hair. I let my teeth lightly graze against his bottom lip -a trick I learned from Christofer. Oh the irony-, causing him to let out a moan. “Don’t play.” he mumbled against my lips.

I laughed at that. After all the times Ronnie has turned me on just to mess with me, I’m defiantly getting ready to get payback. Remembering something I’d over heard him and Jacky talking about, I dropped my lips to his tattooed covered neck and gave it the slightest bite.

Again, Ronnie let out moan. “Now you’ve done it.” were the words said before I was forcefully pushing against the wall for the second time in 10 minutes. Which I didn’t mind too much, if at all. “I’ve told you before, if you bite my lip or neck you‘d--”

“‘Better be ready to take your clothes off’?” I cut him off as I repeated his words from a few weeks ago. With a smirk on my lips, I took my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. I probably won’t find it any time soon. “I’m aware.” I told him as I reached to my right, feeling around for the lock on the door. After I locked it, I reached to my left and hit the ‘shuffle’ button on my iPod. Of course it was Ronnie’s voice that flew the speakers.

“So why do good girls like bad guys? I’ve had this question for a real long time! I’ve been a bad boy and it’s plain to see! So why do good girls fall in love with me?”

Ronnie started laughing. “The irony.”

I laughed with him, remembering the day on the practice stage under the venue. That was the day my relationship started going to shit. I dropped my eyes to the ground as I remembered it. I didn’t want to think about Christofer right now. I didn’t want to think about him at all. So, I turned the music up and blocked the memories of Christofer Drew out.

“You’ve got pep in your step, you live your life with no regret.”

I unbuckled my belt and slid out of my skinnys before kicking them to the side to also be lost in the mess that is Ronnie’s room.

“How you looked when you were wet is something I can not forget.”

And onto the bed I went with a half naked Ronnie Radke climbing on top of me.

“I just wanna kiss your lips, the ones between your hips. If I cashed in all my chips on you then baby I’d be rich.”

Those lyrics, Ronnie whispered into my ear before kissing my neck, my collarbones, my breast, my stomach, and all the way to the top of my underwear and back up again.

“So come on! Sexy, please text me. I’m ready for you. I’m waiting. I’m begging. So please get here soon!”

When I saw the doorknob jiggle, I rolled us over so I was now straddling Ronnie‘s hips. I rolled my eyes as the knocking started. I knew it was Mika. Only he would try to open a door that he knew had two extremely sex deprived people behind it who were blasting music. I’m so glad I locked that damn door. “Go away, Mika! Ronnie‘s busy!” I yelled over the music before turning back to Ronnie who was laying under me was a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes as he started laughing. I knew he thought it was completely hilarious that I knew it was Mika. “Damn bass players.” I mumbled as I began to unbuckle Ronnie’s jeans.

“You do know that if we do this, we’ll be proving every rumor about us fucking around true, right?” Ronnie told me seriously.

I stopped, staring at him for a second. Sometimes I forget that he’s actually 7 years older than me and isn’t actually a complete dummy who doesn’t think before he does things. I sighed, putting my hands on his stomach as I thought this through.

When that Connie girl from Sleeping Owls Sing -or what ever the fuck their name is- came to see me in the hospital a few weeks back, I thought she’d come to set the record straight about her and Christofer. And she did. She confirmed that they’d been messing around. “Only after you guys broke up though. I swear he never cheated on you, Bri” were her exact words. Me and Christofer are done by his choice. So would he or anybody else really care what I did?

“Fuck it.” I said out loud as I went back to unzipping Ronnie’s jeans. “I mean, we’re going to Hell either way.”

He laughed at that. “Valid point.”

And with those words being said, I did what half of the planet has been accusing me of for the past 7 months.

“So why do good girls like bad guys? I wanna know, I need to know! So why do good girls like bad guys? I gotta know, I need to know! So come on! I need to know! So come on, tell me!”

I fucked Ronnie Radke. What of it?

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Author’s Note: How many of you enjoyed this chapter a little too much? xD Sorry for any typos (I normally have many). I never proof-read things! I’ll fix the whole book at some point. Hahaha.

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-Lexi Rain