Saved - Ronnie Radke

Pool Party

Juliet's POV

"Alright," Ronnie spoke to his phone. I assumed he was talking to Jacky. "Dude, thank you so much, seriously." I looked over at him as I drove, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, bye."

Ronnie looked at me with a grin, making me laugh, "what?"

"You're gonna be stuck with me for a while," he smiled giddily.

I squealed, "yay!"

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When we approached the small house about an hour later, we stepped out of the car and grabbed my things. Ronnie took my hand, leading me to the door. He knocked, waiting impatiently.

When a guy with long brown hair opened the door, he smiled at us. Ronnie gave him a side-hug, "hey man."

"Hey," the guy spoke.

"This is Juliet," Ronnie said, looking down at me.

I smiled, "hi."

"Jacky," he said, I nodded.

"Thank you so much," I began rambling, "this is so nice of you and I swear I won't get in the way, I'll buy my own food and-"

"Calm down," he chuckled, "it's fine." I laughed, nervously. "Come on in."

Jacky stepped aside, Ronnie stepping through the door, pulling me behind him. He held my hand tightly, rubbing circles on the top of it. I bit my lip at the action.

Jacky walked us down the hallway, leading us to a bedroom with a rather large bed. "This is your room," Jacky said, "you guys can get settled. I planned on having a pool party so I'm gonna go invite some people and fire up the grill."

"Alright," Ronnie said.

"Thank you," I said as Jacky walked away.

Me and Ronnie are going to be sharing a bed on a normal basis?

I set my bags on the bed, looking at Ronnie. He looked at me, then at the bed. "I can sleep on the floor if you want," he said.

"No, no, it's okay," I said, walking to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, looking up at him.

He smiled, "you're amazing."

I smiled, pulling away. "I gotta unpack," I said, he nodded, "what ever happened to your things?"

"Jacky has them," he said.

I nodded, hanging up my clothes in the closet. After I finished that, I began putting away my underwear and bras in the small dresser. Ronnie helped me, handing me things. I left my black bikini out, knowing that I was going to swim.

I looked around the room, seeing band posters and music stuff. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was now going to be along this journey with Ronnie. I grabbed my swimsuit and faced away from Ronnie, changing into it and throwing a tee and shorts on.

I heard a knock on the front door, indicating people had arrived. I looked over at Ronnie who was in swim shorts and a cutoff. His arms fully covered with beautiful colors. I bit my lip, looking him up and down. He noticed and smirked, making me roll my eyes at him.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand. He pulled me out of the room with him. I saw people talking throughout the house with cups in their hands, but most everyone was in the backyard.

Ronnie led me outside where there was music and a crowd of people. He pulled me closer to him, his hand on my waist as we walked through the crowd. He walked up to a cooler, grabbing himself a beer and handing me a water. I looked at him, "I'd like a beer please."

He looked at me, "you can't drink, Juliet."

"I was never an alcoholic, heroin was my go-to," I laughed.

He looked at me with a hint of sadness in his eyes as he handed me a beer. "Don't get drunk," he said, grabbing my waist again.

"No promises," I smirked up at him. He rolled his eyes with a faint chuckle.

He pulled me to a group of guys about our age and began talking, still holding my waist tightly. I smiled and nodded, pretending to be paying attention to their conversation. He began to rub his thumb over my hip, making me bite my lip again. I placed my hand over his to stop his thumb from moving.

I took a sip of my beer, suddenly getting sweaty. It was hot outside after all. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my sleeves of tattoos and black bikini top. Ronnie looked down at me, his pupils growing larger.

I felt a lot of eyes on me, mainly from the men in the circle we were a part of, but I didn't pay attention. I felt Ronnie's thumb go around my waist and to the belt loop of my shorts, pulling me tighter against him. "So, how do you know Ronnie?" A guy with black hair asked.

"High school," I answered.

"Damn, so a while huh?" The guy asked.

I rolled on my heels, "yep." I looked up at Ronnie, him looking down at me. "Do you wanna swim? I'm hot."

"Sure," he said, pulling his cutoff over his head. I unbuttoned my shorts and shook them off, kicking them to the side. I could feel at least ten guys eyes on my ass, making me a bit red.

I began walking to the pool, stepping into it. I felt a hand grab mine, looking up I saw it was Ronnie. He followed me into the pool, holding me close to him.

When we were completely in the pool, I felt relieved of the heat. I walked toward the edge of the pool, resting my arms on the concrete as Ronnie stood in front of me. I bit my lip, looking at his chest covered in tattoos.

"Ronnie," a guy said, squatting by the edge of the pool.

"Hey man, what up?" He asked.

"I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you for getting clean," the guy spoke.

Ronnie's eyes went wide as he looked at me with guilt. I gave him a confused look. Ronnie let out a nervous laugh, "yeah, thanks."

The guy walked away. I turned to Ronnie, "when we're you going to tell me you were on drugs?"

He looked at me with guilt, "eventually."

"When was this?" I asked.

"Those two years that I didn't see you. I wasn't there mentally."

I looked down, speaking softly, "what were you on?"

"Heroin," he replied. I felt my heart sink. I knew what heroin did, and I couldn't believe he went through that. "You're mad, aren't you?" He asked.

I looked up at him, "no, no I'm not mad," I took his face in my hands, "I'm just sorry you went through that."

He gave a weak smile and embraced me. My arms wrapped around his neck. Unintentionally, my legs wrapped around his waist, him now completely holding me. Sure I'd hugged him many times, but this hug was different, much more intimate. Our skin pressed together, both in hardly any clothes, I bit my lip to hide myself getting turned on.

I felt a lot of eyes on us, looking around I saw most people were shocked. I didn't understand why, but I ignored it, savoring this wonderful moment. I squeezed Ronnie tighter, earning a hum from him as he buried his head in my neck.

"Ronnie," I whispered, pulling back.

"Yes?" He looked at me, his eyes dark.

I bit my lip, "let's go inside."