Saved - Ronnie Radke

The Big Question ⚠️

Smut⚠️

Juliet's POV

We entered his car, him connecting his phone to his car stereo, searching for music I assumed. I watched as he set his phone down and began to drive. He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers as the music began to play.

The song sounded familiar but I couldn't figure it out. Ronnie had a huge grin on his face as he drove, making me raise an eyebrow. As soon as the singing began, I felt my heart begin to warm. He was playing Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliche.

I smiled for the rest of the ride, himself humming along. He never was one for singing in front of me.

When we arrived, he helped me out of the car as he seemed to do a lot now. I looked around, this was a very fancy place and I was in a short dress and leather jacket. "Ronnie," I cried, "I'm dressed completely wrong for this place."

He laughed, "who cares? You look great," he winked at me.

He led me inside, one arm around my waist. He opened the door, leading me inside. We stepped up to the hostess and she smiled, leading us to a small booth in the back of the restaurant. I couldn't help but feel jealousy when she smiled at Ronnie. She didn't smile at me, so I knew she found him attractive. Hell, anyone would.

Ronnie smirked at me, noticing my furrowed eyebrows as the hostess walked away. "Jealous?" He chuckled.

"Psh," I waved my hand, "never." I began laughing at my attempt to cover my jealous ness, making Ronnie laugh as well.

I looked down at the menu, looking through the drinks. They were all so expensive. I looked away, just going to order a water. Ronnie studied the menu, judging by his face, he quickly found what he wanted.

A waiter approached us, smiling with a pen and paper in his hand. "Hi, I'm Brandon I'll be taking care of you this evening," he stared at me, making me look away, "can I get you started with some drinks?"

"I'll have a Dr Pepper," Ronnie said, turning his attention to me.

"Uh, water is fine," I said, looking down slightly.

"Juliet if you want something to drink, get it," Ronnie said.

"But-"

"Get what you want, love," he demanded, making me smile at the name.

"Um, just some wine," I said.

"Red or white?"

"White," I answered, watching as the guy walked away.

I looked at Ronnie, "so, what is the point of this dinner?"

He laughed, "geez, you make it seem like this is boring."

"Never," I teased.

"Well," he started, biting his lip, "I needed to talk to you about something extremely important."

"Oh?" I questioned, "what might that be?"

"So-"

"Here's those drinks, are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, staring at me. Ronnie looked pissed.

"Just the chicken parmesan for me," I replied, handing him my menu.

"Steak, medium," Ronnie tossed him the menu, not even looking at the guy.

"I'll get that right out to you guys," the waiter said, walking away.

"Jealous?" I teased with a smirk.

Ronnie bit his lip again, "very."

I felt my cheeks flush red. "So, uh, continue."

"This is going to sound crazy," he started, "but I'm just gonna spit it out." I nodded. "Move to LA with me."