Saved - Ronnie Radke

Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche

Juliet's POV

I turned the corner, seeing Ronnie behind glass with headphones on as he sang and played his guitar. I couldn't help my smile.

"So for now, take this down a notch

Crash my car through your window

Make sure you're still alive, just in time to kill you

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette

finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet

out from the window see her backdrop silhouette

this blood on my hands is something I cannot forget"

I stared in disbelief as he sang. My eyes teared up as I listened to the lyrics. That's what he was writing in the car, that's why he asked to use the quote on my ribs.

When the song ended, Ronnie turned toward us. His eyes widened when he saw me. I gave him a weak smile. I didn't expect him to do anything drastic like take me into his arms and kiss me passionately, but I just had to see him.

He stepped out of the booth and walked over to us. The man and woman gave him praise for his performance, but all he was focused on was me. "Hi," I said, quietly.

"Why is she here?" Ronnie asked, looking at the man and woman.

"Your girlfriend came to see you perform, it's so sweet," the woman said.

"My girlfriend?" Ronnie looked confused as he displayed a look of shock.

"She is your girlfriend, isn't she?" The man asked.

Ronnie looked down at me, "yeah," he shrugged, giving me a glare as he spoke.

"Well, the song was amazing, we love your voice," the man said, walking over to Ronnie and I.

"Really?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes, welcome to the company," the man said, shaking Ronnie's hand.

I displayed a huge smile as Ronnie laughed in disbelief, shaking the man's hand. "Holy shi-" he stopped himself, "thank you, so much." He shook both of their hands.

"We'll be in contact with you, you two have a great rest of your day," the man said opening the door for us.

We walked out, Ronnie's bag and guitar in his hand. I looked up at him, "I'm so proud of you," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said as we walked to the elevator.

"It was my fault," I said, looking up at him.

"I shouldn't have said what I said. I regretted leaving the second I drove off," he looked down at me.

"I don't blame you for leaving, I would've done the same thing," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry, my Dear Juliet," he gave a weak smile.

"That song," I said, my smile disappearing, "I'm so sorry," my eyes teared up. "All of the connections and parallels between us."

"I wrote what I felt," he said, looking into my eyes.

He opened the door of the building for me, walking to his car and helping me in. "What you felt?" I asked.

"I wrote my thoughts and my feelings about you," he looked at me before starting the car.

"What feelings do you have?" I looked at him as he drove.

"You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Juliet," he glanced at me, I felt my stomach go in knots, "I mean that. You're beautiful, you're funny, you're spontaneous, you're just fucking amazing. But, you need help, and I wish you'd let me help you."

I teared up at his words as I looked at him. "Ronnie..." I whispered, throwing my arms around his neck. "Pull over," I said, looking into his eyes. He listened, pulling into a parking lot.

"What-"

I kissed him. I kissed him like my life depended on it. He kissed me back, leaning into me. Our hands in each other's hair as I tugged at his. He hummed, leaning closer to me, myself now leaning back. My hands that were on his neck moved down over his shoulders and to his chest, feeling his muscles and and structure of his body.

His hand found my waist, slipping under my shirt and resting there. I moaned as he bit my lip, pulling away slowly making my lip bounce back. I licked my lips, connecting them again. He groaned as I tugged at his hair.

He pulled his lips away, connecting them with my neck. I let out a whimper when he bit the skin, licking it after. My body was tingling all over, the sensation of his lips on my neck making me want more.

I pushed him off, following him so I was on top now. I pulled my shirt over my head, his eyes going wide. I grinned and connected out lips again. My hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He sat up a bit, pulling the shirt over his head and grabbed the back of my neck, connecting our lips. I melted into the sensation of our skin touching. My hands roaming his torso uncontrollably, his playing with the hem of my bra.

My lips pulled away, connecting with his chest, working their way down his body. I reached behind me, trying to unhook my bra when Ronnie grabbed my hand. "Juliet," he said, the sound of his voice making me pull my lips from the top of his jeans.

I let out a whine, kissing the spot again, "what?" I mumbled, my hands trying to unbutton his jeans but his hands not letting me.

"Look at me," he said, placing his fingers under my chin. "I've wanted this for so long now and I don't want to rush it."

"We're not," I tried to kiss him but he pulled away making me frown.

"Juliet, we're in a car in a random parking lot, can we at least go back to the hotel?" He asked.

I sat up, still straddling him, my center pressing against his. I saw his eyes shut tightly as the bulge beneath me grew. "Fine," I pouted, getting off of him. He sat up, handing me my shirt. I protested, not feeling like putting it on. He shrugged, setting it down while sliding his over his head and starting the car.