Bad Intentions (Falling In Reverse)

Thirteen: Thanks For The Memories...?

Thirteen: Thanks For The Memories…?

~Bri~

“Hello, darling!” the curvy, brown haired woman said to me, holding out her arms as she walked closer.

I couldn’t help but stare at her wide-eyed. I probably looked like a dear in head lights. That’s kind of how I feel at the moment. But honestly, can you blame me? My ex-boyfriend’s Mother just randomly popped up at my show! How the hell am I supposed to react?! “N-N-Nancy.” I stuttered her name, thinking that repeating it once again would somehow make me fully understand the fact that she was here, at my show, hugging me. “What are you doing here?” I asked in a less shaky tone.

When she smiled, I could immediately see who Christofer got his smile from. His Mother. No doubt about that. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a while. When I heard your band was playing in California while I was here, I thought I stop by and see you.”

I narrowed my eyes a bit, feeling like she was up to something. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christofer’s Mom. I totally love her. We get along great. She even called while I was in the Hospital. But why did she just randomly show up at a show? She said she was in town. But still…something isn’t adding up. I crossed my arms. “Did Christofer send you to spy on me?”

Smiling again, she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into sort of a one armed hug. “No, dear. But I am here to talk to you about him.”

I sighed. “Of course.” I should have just guessed.

“Now,” she said as we sat down in a well-light area of the venue. I hope no one sees us. I am so not in the mood for running from over excited fans. “You and my son.”

I sighed, jaw tight as I looked at her with worried eyes. “Yes?” I questioned quietly. I don’t know what she’s about to say, but I know it’s something that I don’t want to hear. I’ve gotten lectured enough in the past few months by everyone on this tour. Managers, sound guys, and groupies included. I really don’t want to hear it from my ex’s Mother.

“Well, first of all, I am very disappointed in the way both of you have been acting about this break up situation. Instead of handling it like the adults you are, both of you were highly immature.” Nancy scolded me, pointing an accusing finger. I agreed with her completely though. After all, we did handle this like high school students. Ya know, if high school students had cameras following them around and people throwing rumors about you cheating all around the world. “I know exactly what happened, and I do not believe that you cheated on my son, Bri. I know you love that boy more than you’ve told him. I knew the moment I met you, darling. I know you would never do anything to hurt him.”

I smiled at her, feeling my eyes sting from the tears that were forming. You have no idea how good it feels to know she didn’t think I cheated on Christofer. It honestly shocked me. Most Mother’s would side with their children. Especially with all the ‘proof’ NewScene had. “Thank you.” I told her before squeezing her hand a bit.

She nodded, smiling before continuing. “He came home about a week ago. As soon as he walked through that door, I could immediately see how heart broken he was. His eyes said it all.” she tilted my chin up when I looked down at my shoes. “And so do yours.” she gave me a sad smile, patting my hand. “I know this is a hard situation, being together when you‘re touring around the country and you rarely see each other. Keeping a relationship together is hard enough as it is.” she wrapped her arm around my shoulders when she saw a few stupid tears make their way out of my eye and down my cheek. I hate crying in front of people. “You two have created one big mess. Not speaking to each other, and when you did speak, neither of you believed or even listened to what the other was saying. And look, in all of this you’ve broken each other’s hearts.”

“I didn’t think he cared at all.” I blurted out. It was the truth though. “I honestly thought he was completely over me. Happy to be rid of me, actually. I treated him so badly sometimes, Nancy. I didn’t deserve him. I honestly didn’t. That’s why I haven’t tried to get him back. I knew he’d find someone better. And he did.”

“Now I know you’re not talking about that Carry girl.”

“Connie.” I corrected, laughing a little through the tears because Nancy got her name wrong. I guess she doesn’t like her too much if she can’t even remember Connie’s name. “Connie Cruise.”

Nancy was silent for a moment. Then out of no where, she broke out into laughter, scaring me from the sudden noise and movement. “Oh, honey. Let me tell you a thing or two about that Connie Cruise.” she said that last part in a slightly annoyed tone.

Yeah. I’m going to assume she really doesn’t like Connie.

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~Christofer~

Taylor sat in front of me with his arms crossed, glaring as I played my guitar. Something was on his mind. Something about me, no doubt. He’s been in the mood tell me about myself for the past week or so. I know he’s still mad about that Bryan Stars crap. Doesn’t really matter anymore. What’s done is done and cannot be undone. “You’re a dumb ass.” Taylor finally voiced what he was thinking.

“Yeah.” I said, stopping my strings and staring at him. “I know. But why this time?”

“You do realize what you were playing, right?”

I cocked my head to the side, confused. “No?”

He rolled his eyes, laying his head back on the seat before putting his hands over his face. “That song you always play but never put lyrics to. Its always sad sounding as hell and we all know you’re thinking about Bri when you play it.” he threw a blue plastic up at me. “Stop looking like you’re about to cry whenever someone says her name, dude! And stop making the rest of us suffer just because you’re miserable without her! Just call and say you‘re sorry, you forgive her, and you want her back.”

“If only it was that simple.” I laid my head in my hands, letting my hands run through the front of my hair as I thought. I honestly miss Bri more than words can describe. But she cheated. And that’s one thing that can’t be forgiven. “Listen, I’m sorry I’ve been such a drag, dude. This is just something I’m having a hard time dealing with. Ya feel me?”

He rolled his eyes. “What happened to that whole ‘she’s the one, man. She’s the one I’m meant for. My soul mate’ crap you kept going on and on about?”

I sighed. “I thought she was. But sometimes the universe has plans and ideas that don’t exactly follow the ones we’ve made.” I put my guitar on the floor, laying down on the couch as I thought about the words just spoken. I thought I was going to marry Bri. But the universe had other ideas, so I have to go with it. I’m not going to go back to her. I wouldn’t be able to trust her knowing what she did. I sighed again, reaching in my pocket to pull out the plain silver ring I‘ve been carrying around for months. “I was gonna give this to her while she was in Cali.” I told Taylor, tossing him the ring “But that was the plan before all this bullshit started.”

“Oh this is cheesy as hell.” Taylor chuckled as he read the engraved writing. “Play two? Really? Doesn’t yours say player one?”

I nodded, holding up my hand to show him the gold ring around my ring finger. I have no idea why I’ve been wearing this like I’m a married man when I’m clearly not. “Yup.” I told him, pointing to my ring.

“The cheese,” he chuckled. “It’s just oozing off of this.” he tossed that ring back at me.

I caught it, smiling a bit. “Yeah. But Bri would’ve loved it.” I told him, looking down, thinking about Bri again. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen her. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. One thing I do know…Damn, I miss that girl. I miss her more than I’ll even allow myself to process.

Out of nowhere, Hayden came running onto the bus. “Guys! Guys! Watch this!” he told us, dropping his laptop on the couch before going back to the door and locking it. I could hear Connie banging on the door that was just closed in her face, screaming about something that probably didn’t matter much. “Someone just put it up. Its from Bri’s show last night.”

I turned away from the screen, not wanting to see whatever it was. “I don’t want to see it.” I said honestly. I don’t want to watch anything that involves Bri. It just makes not being with her hurt worse.

Hayden grabbed my arm, pulling me back on the couch with him and Taylor. “Too damn bad. I was just chased, at full speed, by your crazy, wanna-be girlfriend all the way from the front of the venue. Connie doesn’t want you to see it, and that’s exactly why I’m showing it to you.”

I started at Hayden for a moment, taken aback at his sudden seriousness. Clearly, he can just zone out and stare into space, he can be rude, mostly he’s just overly excited. But, when something is important, he’ll be serious. So I assume this is important. I sighed. “Fine. Just hit the play button.”

“I’m gonna set the record straight tonight.” her lips pulled into that sneaky smirk that I haven‘t seen in person for months. “About everything. And we’re gonna start with the one rumor that I know everyone is dying to know the truth about. Yes. I did fuck Ronnie Radke.”

I almost winced as she said those last five words. It was like a knife went straight through my heart.

And then she continued. And what she said next hurt even worse. “Twice. And one of those times was 10 minutes ago.”

I slammed Hayden’s laptop close. “Yeah. That‘s enough.”

Hayden pulled on my arm, his eyes going wide like he was trying use them to beg. “Wait! It gets better! She wrote you a song!”

It was my turn to go wide-eyed. “She what?” Bri wrote me…a song? It must be one of those break up songs. But I honestly can’t see her writing another one of those.

“Yeah. But you have to watch this first part first.” Hayden said, his eyes questioning me. “It’s the most important part.”

Did I really want to hear this? Could I really sit here and listen to Bri talk about everything that has happened in the past few months? Would I be able to handle it? I sighed. “Play it.”

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Author’s Note: Kay, guys. THE END IS NEAR. Yet again, I feel like one of my babies is moving out. </3 Hahaha. Forgive me for the Fall Out Boy title for this chapter. It made no sense, but I’ve been listening to them way too much lately. xD I know this is short. So stay turned because another chapter will be uploaded shortly! (:

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-Lexi Rain