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

15. A Lot To Live Up To

Carter's POV:

To say I was worried would be a fucking understatement. 

Why is Craig talking to my fiance? God dammit. Why am I so worried? It's my fault this is even a problem. I'm the one who cheated. I had sex with Craig. No one else. Me. It's my problem. I've got to accept the blame. 

"Carter?" I perfectly manicured hand snapped in my face. I glanced up and smiled weakly at Zizzy. 

"Hey," I said. It came out as shitty as I felt. 

"What's up?" She asked, sitting on the green room couch next to me. Tonight was our last show in Cali. After tonight we're heading to Oregon. We had a show in Portland. After that it was Washington. Then I have no idea. 

"Just, really stressed," I admitted 

"Ronnie stuff?" She asked 

"Yes actually," I nodded 

"I'm sorry. Look on the brightside, we're going on now," she grinned and pulled me up. I smiled. That's great news. We were still only doing covers, but just being on stage was enough for us. 

"Let's go," I smiled genuinely and ran backstage. We quickly got prepped and walked out.  

My problems melted away. My fears evaporated. It was just me, the stage, my mic, my girls, and the crazy mother fuckers in the crowd. 

"Hey you fuckers!" I screamed. The crowd responded loudly. Good crowd tonight. Loud. 

"Ready to have your fucking faces rocked off!?" Zizzy screamed. They yelled yes. We laughed and began playing. 

* 

"Y'all were amazing," I breathed heavily into the mic, "now give it up for SLEEPING WITH SIRENS!" I screamed and exited the stage. Kellin and his boys taking our place. 

"You were great babe!" Ronnie said happily, wrapping me into a hug. 

"Thanks. But I'm sweaty," I complained, pulling out of his grasp. He pouted 

"Fine. Be that way," he said, crossing his arms. I giggled at him. 

"Luff yew," I laughed and pecked his lips before running out the venue and to my bus. I needed to change. I pulled off the red skinnies and baggy Manson shirt I had on and pulled on pink pants and a tight black and white shirt that said 'RAWR'. I put on the same shoes and walked off the bus (after re-doing my hair and make-up of course) and quickly located Tayleyy. She had on shorts and a tank, and converse. Smart girl, the stage was probably 200 degrees. I applaud the BVB boys. I'll never know how they do it. 

"Hey babe," I greeted her 

"Hi mommy!" I laughed as a few fans looked at us oddly. 

"Mom?" One asked 

"Yeah. Ronnie and I adopted her," I laughed as her face contorted into pure happiness 

"That, is the cutest thing I've ever heard!" She clapped. 

"Glad you think so," I laughed 

"You and Ronnie are fucking adorable. I don't care what anyone says about you guys. You make it work," she grinned  

"Well thank you," I smiled at her 

"Can you sign my hoodie?" She asked 

"Of course," I smiled wide when I saw it. It said 'My White Walls' in bright pink letters. 

"Nice hoodie," I commented after handing her Sharpie back. Tayleyy signed it too. 

"Thanks. I made it. I really love you guys, but you don't have any merch yet so," she trailed