Ok. So I totally Adore Ronnie Radke.
so this is my one shot for him.
Love Isn't Just A Word
I never wanted to fall in love.
I never wanted the fairytale wedding and the horse drawn carriage.
I never wanted Barbie or Cinderella.
I never seemed, quite simply, to fit the roll of being a girl.
I never wore bows in my hair; my favourite colour was actually green not any shade of baby pink. My mother tried to force me into the bane of my existence dresses, or put my hair in a neater pony tail, and dear god did she try everything to make me give her my GI Joe action figure.
She had more chance of getting me in the bath. Did I mention my five year old self thought she was allergic to water?
Now I sat in the park, and I wish that maybe, I'd stayed a little more like my five year old self.
My hair was blowing in my eyes.
My hair was practically blowing everywhere.
Tears had smudged my makeup.
My dress was ripped to shreds.
My crown was on the floor, all scratched and torn.
Part of me wanted to pick it up more of me wanted to burn it.
I flick a tear from my cheek and shiver, it's only getting colder and I still dont move.
Or maybe I just cant.
"Ty?"
I hear my name and I know who's saying it.
I want him to stay more than anything, but if he doesn't leave I know I'm facing a miniature breakdown.
"Go away."
"Tylore..." He starts.
"Just go. Away." I hiss.
I can see his feet from the corner of my eyes; they're dragging across the muddy patch.
"Tylore," He whispers again, this time drawing nearer. "This wasn't...it wasn't how it was meant to turn out."
I looked up at Ronnie and tears filled my eyes again, "so how was it?" I whispered. "How was it breaking me?"
"It was... it went wrong Ty, you have to believe me."
I stood up at this; I stood up and glared at him. "I don't owe you shit." I snarled before lifting the bottom of my dress and storming out of the park, occasionally tripping over as one of my pearly white grubby shoes heel had broken.
"Ty!" He called out, running after me.
My hair was starting to annoy me, my whole physique was, it was like the whole world had ganged up against me, just to ruin prom.
I'd never cared about prom.
Up until four months ago, I was just some neat freak in overalls and horrible glasses. My hair was in a messy bun and all my friends were on the maths team. I was happy with life; I didn't mind that I wasn't popular. I liked what I was. I liked how I wasn't fake. I liked how our group of friends stood strong.
Then Ronnie fucking Radke had to burn all we had to the basics.
He made me fall in love with him.
And then he took me for a ride, full of makeovers and hard partying.
He made me experience teenage life. He said he was helping me out from the social retard pit I'd found myself in.
He always had a way with words.
I bid goodbye to my friends.
I said hello to a life I'd never experienced.
I was living in the fast lane.
But I found myself missing that short cut.
And if I'd listened to my instincts, I would have turned around.
I would have gone back to my "social retard crew", and I would have saved myself from four months of hell.
"Ty?" I looked up and saw none other than Ronnie Radke before me.
Rub your eyes, Angel. This is a dream.
"Um, hi?" I mumbled, anxiously fiddling with my glasses. Soccer stars dont speak to me all that much.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me tonight."
"O-okay." I stuttered.
"It would be a date, of course."
"Oh, um, of course."
God damn, how foolish of me. Like a soccer star, with the perfect grin would have come up to me and asked me on a date. That really should have rung some bells. How many High school American movies had I watched?
Too many.
And that is the key story line:
Bet.
I dress carefully.
I don't do that often.
I get overly excited.
I don't do that too much either.
I put in contacts.
We're in foreign water now.
I apply makeup to hide that spot thats been lurking for the last few days.
Since when do I care?
I look at my reflection and hear the doorbell go. It doesn't matter if I'm not ready, it's time to go.
I left in skinny jeans and a t-shirt that said "star wars for life!", I doubted I was going to break any fashion records.
I tried to hide my braces the whole evening.
I didn't like seeming like a geek to him. If I told you the truth, he made me swoon.
We were pulling up in the car, he's leaning over.
I know what he wants to do.
I just can't believe it's happening.
I'm excited, I wet my lips, I purse them, I wait in anticipation, and finally they wisp across mine. If I hadn't been concentrating I swear I would've missed it.
But I didn't miss it.
Ronnie Radke had still taken my first kiss like it or not.
We kissed more after that.
We kissed a lot more.
We spent 99.9% of those four months in a lip lock.
I brushed my blonde locks from the ponytail; I had makeup in my bag wherever I went. I wore short skirts and tight shirts. I was Ronnie's trophy girlfriend now I had to fit the role.
Time went by; we became "the perfect couple".
Prom king and queen, here we came, there wasn't a chance of anyone else.
And then he broke my heart.
My dress was perfect.
My makeup was perfect.
My nails were done by a professional - perfect.
So was my hair even more perfect. Not a single strand out of place.
Note the key word here perfect.
I couldn't wait for Ronnie to see me. He was getting me in a limousine, and for once I felt like girl. I felt like Cinderella and Barbie, I felt like my fairytale had come true.
Note to self: Dreams dont come true...
To put it simply, that night was a disaster.
To put it simply, it was all a joke.
To put it simply, I could have been a bad copy of "she's all that" and "never been kissed" rolled into one.
To put it simply, Ronnie broke me in a way I'd made sure nobody could before him.
To put it simply, he made a bet, and broke my heart.
And now he was running after me with shit talk and all I wanted to do was smack him in the face.
My hand was balled up in a fist, my body was tense and ready, and even if my stupid hairstyle was ruining my vision to see, I think I could just start hitting and hope one gets him where it hurts.
"Ty!" He snapped suddenly, grabbing both my forearms and jumping in front of me. "I know I messed up! But...look, it was a joke to start out with but I really do..."
"Really do what?" I spat venomously.
"Really do love you." He whispered.
I hated myself for it, but I really wanted to believe him.
"Oh yeah, and I'm going to believe you after all you've done!?"
He grabbed me as I began to storm off once more and held me close to him. "Ty, you know I'm saying the truth."
"I don't know anything anymore." I whispered. "I should have stayed at home."
He exhaled slowly and put his finger beneath my chin. "You know I'm just going to keep saying it until you forgive me." He murmured, his breath against my own.
"I suppose," I nodded in agreement. "So it's not really-"
"Forgiving? Nope. More..."
"Making the situation easier."
"Precisely." He grinned.
My eyes flicked from between his lips and his eyes before I wrapped my arms around his neck and launched my lips against his own.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Kisses
