𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 (Ronnie Radke x reader)

2

Ronnie spent the rest of the day at my house until he revived a text telling him to go home. Andy lived with his father who was usually away with his girlfriends. They never stuck around long enough to meet Andy, but his dad seemed to forget he had a son anyway, so Andy spent a lot of nights at my house.
My mom returned home with my younger brother and father about an hour after Ronnie left. The family only had 1 car so whoever got off work first picked up the others while I walked. My mom wasn't surprised when she saw Andy was here but rather delighted. She knew Andy's situation and treated him like a son while my dad was like the awkward father to him. And my little brother, David, looked up to Andy like he was a god. He always talked about how he wished Andy was his brother or how he wanted to be like Andy when he grew up. He loved Andy's punk style and how his brown hair was short but still fell in his face. My little brother could go on all day about every little detail. You'd think he had a crush on him. And Andy acted just as sweet to David as he would to his own little brother. So David spend the rest of the night, until dinner, in my room, reading a Batman comic book with Andy and talking, quite loudly I may add, about it. Andy ate dinner with us before heading home. My mom insisted he stay the night but Andy refused, saying he didn't quite know when his dad would return this time and needed to be there if he did. My mom gave him a sympathetic look before walking him out the door.
"So.. how was your day?" She asked, sitting on the counter next to me as I dried the last of the dishes.
"Pretty good.. there's a new kid, Andy introduced him to me and we hung out" My mom smiled
"Finally making other friends?"
She had always pushed me to make more friends than just Andy, even saying I was a pretty girl and could easily get a boyfriend. When I refused she instantly got the idea that I liked Andy and though she had mostly let it go, it was obvious the thought still lingered in her mind.
I just smiled and nodded "yeah.. he seems like he'd get along with us"
"You know you can have your own friends..?" My mom asked "it's always 'us' like you and Andy have to have the same everything" she laughed softly
I giggled. She had a point, it had just been me and Andy for a while. Since 4th grade? Gosh it has been a while "yeah I know mom, but it's just been me and him since elementary school. I'm used to it. Besides, he's my best friend. I don't need anyone else." She nodded
"I get it, you and Andy have been connected by the hip forever.. I just want you being your own person too"
"You don't have to worry mom" I rolled my eyes
She smiled and jumped off the counter, kissing my forehead "I know" she walked upstairs to her room, I did the same, deciding to pick up my room a bit before getting ready for bed. 
I laid, staring at the glow in the dark stars that scattered my bedroom ceiling. They barely lit up the dark atmosphere but they seemed to make it easier to sleep at night. I counted the little holes that were on the big moon one a few times before counting the stars and planets. 659. I kept the number in my head for a while, trying to focus on anything but the dark feeling as I slowly drifted to sleep.
659... it was a familiar number to me, engraved into my mind from the amount of times I had counted the glowing patches on my ceiling. The more I thought about it, it was also the number of pencils that were usually scattered around my desk, it was also the amount of words in a short story I wrote and still kept because of how proud I was.
Did that number mean something?

A/n
Chapter 2 finished. I'm sorry if they're too short or long, I wanna take the story slow so it's something I can write on for a while and add a lot of twists, turns, downfalls and developments in.
This is actually just something I write to comprehend that weird, happy, sad, angry, and mostly confusing feeling I feel in my best and worst moods or just randomly.. do y'all feel it too?
Anyway, don't be scared to request anything, I love writing stories for people. I hate having nothing to suit my personal wants so I'd be happy to make that for anyone
Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️