Saved - Ronnie Radke

Concert

Juliet's POV

"Juliet?" Ronnie asked as we walked to the kitchen to throw our food away.

"Hm?" I hummed, glancing up at him. I threw our trash away before turning to him completely.

He gave a smile, "come with me tonight."

"Come with you where?" I asked, confused.

"To my show," he grinned, grabbing my hand. "I want you there."

I sighed, "Ronnie... I don't know. I've gotta talk to Griffin and let him know, I gotta get ready, prepare my ears drums to be blown out," I laughed.

He chuckled, "don't worry about that stuff, just come on."

"Well, let me call Griffin real quick," I said, he nodded.

I walked to the living room, grabbing my phone that was on the couch. I dialed Griffin's number, feeling anxiety.

"Hey babe," he said.

"Hey," I smiled, "so I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to go to Ronnie's concert tonight. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home when you get off."

He was silent for a moment, "alright. I'll see you when you get home then."

He wasn't happy. "Okay, bye."

"I love you," he said.

"Mhm, bye."

I walked back to the kitchen where I saw Ronnie staring at the inside of my fridge. I moved things around, looking at all of the food we had.

"You know, you don't have to ask if you want something," I said.

He jumped, his face red, "sorry, I was just looking."

I laughed, "it's fine, I'm fucking with you." He chuckled. "I'm going to go get some stuff together."

"Mind if I follow you?" He asked.

"I don't care," I said, walking upstairs, hearing his loud footsteps behind me.

I reached Griffin and I's bedroom, immediately going for my duffel bag to put things in. I set it on my bed, grabbing clothes, makeup, body spray, deodorant, and a hairbrush. I stuffed everything inside and changed my shoes into more 'emo' ones.

I peeked over my shoulder, seeing Ronnie looking around our room. I smiled to myself, adding last minute random things to the bag before turning to him.

"I'm ready," I said.

He looked up at me, "alright, come on."

We walked downstairs and out the front door, locking it behind us. I looked up, seeing a black SUV in my driveway. Ronnie unlocked it, opening my door for me and getting into his side.

He started driving. I didn't exactly know where we were going, but I wasn't really thinking about it. I was thinking about how familiar it was to be in a car with Ronnie while he's driving. It made me smile as I looked at all of the similarities even though it'd been two years since I'd been in this situation.

"Ronnie?" I asked.

"Yes," he looked at me.

"Where are we going?"

"To the venue, gonna meet up with the guys and get ready," he answered.

I nodded, staring out the window as he drove.

When we approached, I looked around, seeing multiple bands, music stuff, and tour busses. He drove over to a bus, parking beside it.

I opened my door, stepping out of it. Ronnie and I began walking to the bus, earning confused looked by band members. "Come here," Ronnie said, noticing that I was walking behind him. I sped up, getting next to him as we approached the door of the bus.

"Hey, Ronnie," the man guarding the door spoke.

Ronnie nodded at him, pulling me into the bus. I followed him closely, sitting next to him on the couch. "Guys, come here!" Ronnie yelled, putting his arm on the back of the couch behind me.

I watched as four men walked from the back to the front of the bus, sitting down. "Who's this?" One asked.

"This is Juliet," Ronnie said.

"THE Juliet?!" Another yelled.

I gave a confused look as Ronnie gave them a glare, his face red. "Hi?" I said, waving awkwardly.

"Shit, the Juliet from the song?" The guy asked.

I looked at Ronnie with a confused look, "what song?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later," Ronnie said, I nodded. "Anyways, I just wanted you to meet the guys."

"Nice to meet you all," I smiled.

"Come on," Ronnie said, standing and pulling me to the back of the bus.

I looked around, assuming this was his room. It had a large bed and a bathroom in it. I sat on his bed, placing my bag next to me. I watched Ronnie as he began pulling clothes out of the small closet.

"You can get dressed in here, I'll change in the bathroom," he said, I nodded, watching as he walked to the bathroom.

I stood, taking out my clothes from the bag. I began changing, putting on a tight black tank top and some leather pants, along with my studded high heel boots. I brushed my hair and reapplied my lipstick.

Ronnie walked out of the bathroom, changed in a cutoff and black jeans. He looked at me and his eyes went wide. "You have sleeves," he said.

"Yeah, been building them since you left," I laughed at how shocked he looked.

He walked to me, grabbing my arm. His hand traced over the tattoos along with my scars. "I'm proud of you," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "decided I'd cover them up."

He nodded, looking up at me. He stared into my eyes and I suddenly realized how close we were. I cleared my throat and stepped back, turning away from him.

"We're on in twenty minutes," Ronnie said, leading me back to the front of the bus. "Come on," he said, "let's head over there." I followed him out of the bus, the band members following me. He held my hand, "stay with me, it's gets hectic back stage, I don't feel like getting screamed at by your boyfriend if I lose you."

I laughed, walking as quick as I could to keep up with him, my heels not making it any easier. He walked quickly, though I didn't think he even realized it.

We got backstage and stood by the curtains. Ronnie turned to me, "stay here when we go on," I nodded, "do not move from this spot."

I nodded, "I'm not a child," I said with a laugh.

"Please welcome Escape the Fate!" I heard a voice say over the intercom. Ronnie let go of my hand and him and his band mates walked on stage.