Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche

I Cannot Feel What You've Done To Me

"Well, fuck." I said, glaring at the guy who walked into the room.
"Inhale your blunt like you're all high and mighty."
"She fucking is high." Max pointed out as I took another hit off the blunt.
"Oh, shut up, Max."
"Get the hell out of here, Craig."
"Guess what? I don't care."
"Suck my dick."
"I'm in a committed relationship."
Max laughed. "Committed? Bull-fucking-shit. You've just been sleeping with her and showing her off to make Ash jealous."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Don't talk to me like that." I mimicked. "Can you shut the hell up?"
He took a few steps closer to me. "What?"
I was wearing boots, and I was at eye level with Craig. "Shut the hell up, and leave Max alone."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't pull that shit and just grow up. I don't care you cheated on me, I don't care you think you love the girl. I'm with Ronnie, and I love him with all of my heart. Grow up, Craig, and get over the fact that I'm over you."
He grabbed my wrist. "Don't talk like that to me."
I tried to pull myself free, but his grip was strong. "Let. Go. Of. Me."
"Hm?"
I yanked my hand out, dropping the blunt. "Fuck off, Mabbitt."
He walked off to another room. "You okay?" Max asked.
"Yeah." I muttered.
"What're you and Ronnie doing tonight?"
"He wants to go to the club downtown."
"Punk or pop?"
"Punk place, duh."
"Have fun."
"Yeah."
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"Are we going?" Ronnie asked, smoking a cigarette.
"I gotta get dressed."
"You look cute in that, though." He pouted.
"Yeah, but it's not a clubbing outfit."
"Fine, go get dressed."
I went to my room and changed into a black dress and threw on black Converse. I came out. "Happy?"
"My little scene queen." He kissed my cheek.
"Hm, my screaming king."
We hopped into a cab and quickly got to the club. As we walked in, a guy eyed me. Ronnie noticed him and pulled me closer. "Hey, I gotta go the bathroom, yeah?"
"Okay."
He left and I sat at the bar. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. I stood up and went to the back rooms. Ronnie was kissing a girl, his tongue on the inside of some girl's cheek. I cleared my throat. "Ronnie."
The girl squealed. "Oh! He's... Shit, I'm sorry."
"Babe." Ronnie looked up at me. "Ash, babe, I-"
"Don't." I muttered.
"Ash-"
"Ronnie, don't."
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I watched him come in, three hours after I left the club. He looked down at the ground. "Babe."
"Don't call me that." I said, turned away from him.
He laid next to me on the bed. "Ash, I'm sorry."
"You shouldn'tve done it in the first place."
"I'm so sorry, how can I make it up to you?" He pressed up against my back and kissed my hair.
"You know how that shit makes me feel."
"I know, I'm so sorry, Ash, please. I love you, please."
I shook my head and stood up. "I'm gonna stay at the band's tonight. You're staying."
"Ash, no-" He grabbed onto my arm.
I shook him off. "Don't do this."
"Ash."
I pulled a sweatshirt over my bra and shorts and went over to the band's apartment. I knocked on the door and Max answered. He yawned. "Ash, what's the matter?"
"We were at the club and he was gone for a while so I went looking for him. I found him making out with another chick."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry." He embraced me in a hug. I realized I didn't even say who the 'he' was. Guess it's obvious it's Ronnie.
"Can I stay the night?"
"Yeah, of course." He brought me inside. "You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"I don't want to intrude."
"You're not." Max assured me.
"I'll sleep on the couch."
"You're sleeping in my bed, and that's final."
I sighed and trudged off to Max's room. I collapsed on his bed and fell asleep quickly.
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"Wake up, fucker." Monte teased. "Oh, I mean fuckers."
I opened my eyes. "The fuck, Monte?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You're sleeping on top of Max. What happened?"
I looked down. "I didn't... Ugh. Great. Ronnie was kissing a chick at the club, and I came here, and..."
"And now you're on top of Max. Hm."
"I literally just fell asleep, I swear!"
"Okay."
Max stirred. "Hm?"
"Morning, Max. Looks like you got Ash back."
"We just slept." He groaned. "She needed a friend."
"Yeah, see?" I replied, rolling off of him and falling onto the floor.
Monte offered me a hand and pulled me up. "Okay."
"F-R-I-E-N-D-S."
"Okay." He nodded.
"Ronnie was making out with a girl! That's why I came over. I would've let anyone else comfort me, but no one else answered."
"I believe you."
I sat on the couch by Max's feet. "You'd better."
"Monte, go. I gotta talk to her."
Monte retreated to his room. "What?" I asked.
Max sat up. "You okay?"
I looked at myself in a small compact I had left at the apartment last time I was over. My mascara was smeared and my lip ring was crooked. I readjusted it and attempted to wipe away some of the mascara. "Yeah."
"You sure?"
"I... I dunno."
"I'm sorry."
"It's just... He knows how I feel on being cheated on, especially after Craig, and... He just fucking does it to me. I dunno if I can trust him again, you know?"
"Yeah." Max wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I muttered. "I should probably get back to my apartment."
"Yeah. Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye."
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*flashback*

"Ronnie's busy." Dad said as Max walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, he's in trouble." I joked. Sixteen year old me was an asshole.
"What'd he do?" Max asked me.
"Put a hole in the wall."
"Where?"
"Upstairs, his room. Follow me." I went upstairs.
Max looked around. "Where?"
I lifted up a Black Sabbath poster. "Under here."
"Oh, shit."
"He was drunk." I shrugged.
"Does your dad know?"
"I don't think so."
Max sat on Ronnie's bed. "Hey, Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure." I sat next to him. "What's up?"
"Say, hypothetically, you dated one of Ronnie's friends. How would he react?"
I thought. "He'd be... Depends. On who it is. Some people he'd be mad about, some people he would congratulate me on and give me advice. Why?"
"Because... Wow, I don't know how to say this."
"Max, come on, you're scaring me."
"No, don't be scared." He said quickly. "It's just..." Max's hand cupped my cheek. "I like you."
"Oh, that's all? Damn, Max, you could've just blurted that out any time."
"So you're not judging me?"
"Course not." I grinned. "Cause... Fuck..."
"You like me back, and didn't know how to tell me, because I'm your 'brother's' best friend."
"Yeah, basically."
Max leaned down and kissed me softly. "Yeah."
I bit my lip. "Yeah."
"Our of curiosity, how long is Ronnie gonna be busy for?" His hand moved down to my thigh.
"An hour, hour and a half. Why?"
"Cause." Max was only a year older then me. We were both stupid high schoolers. But right now, we were both completely sober. That must've been a first. "Just cause."
I raised my eyebrow. "Cause?"
"Cause I wanna..." He reached down and kissed me again. "I wanna... Make you mine."
"We're on Ronnie's bed." I said as his hands slid to my hips.
"Oh, fuck him." He was kissing my neck, hands sliding up my shirt. "He's not here. He won't know."
"True."
"Will you do this with me?"
"Yeah."

AN: Yall know the song donttrustme cuz... Like Ronnie cheating?? That's it, they're recreating a song lmfao

Black dress with the tights underneath
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she's an actress, but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east
Tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth
You tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin scared of him

God that song goes hard even in the middle of 2019 damn