Tragic Magic {A Ronnie Radke Love Story}

2006

"Mmm . . ." I softly moaned as I rolled my head back, exposing my neck to Ronnie's delicious lips. I felt him smile against my skin.

"Do I get to hear the joke?" I asked, as I began tangling my fingers in his hair. The kisses stopped, just as he tilted his head up to look at me. Slightly laughing he responded, "I wasn't smiling as a joke, I was smiling at those sexy moans of yours," he bit down softly on his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes as I blushed a light shade of pink, "just stop, Ronnie . . ." I said, shaking my head.

"Stop what? Stop loving you? Because that's not gonna happen," he paused to peck my lips, "ever." I smiled softly at him in response, "I'll always love you too." The words flowed easily off of my lips, like they were made to say those words. I continued to stare into his eyes. A while later, I began to feel the aftermath of all the booze and pills I took earlier. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Go to sleep. It's not doing you any good to just stay up and stare at me," he said, laughing.

I sighed, "but I don't . . . I . . ." I tried to say, but he was already pulling the covers over me. He kissed my forehead, "goodnight Jules."

That was the last thing I heard before my eyes closed, and I fell asleep

2011

Name: Juliet Andrews . . . Birthday: July 4, 1988 . . . Former Occupation: College Student . . . I thought all these things to myself as I filled out yet another job application at a tattoo parlor. I'm a young, but experienced girl trying to get a job as a tattoo artist in Los Angeles, how hard could that possibly be? A lot harder then one would expect. I sighed to myself as I came across a new set of questions. These much more personal then the last.

Have you ever done drugs? Have you ever been arrested? Have you ever been charged with a criminal assault?

"Yes, yes, and yes . . ." I whispered softly to myself. I sighed once more.

I was crazy as a teenager. I liked to go out to wild parties, drink, do drugs, have random hookups, and much more. At the time, I thought-- well, that was the problem, I wasn't thinking-- and that got me into a lot of trouble. I don't remember much of anything that happened except that I used to often wake up in either a stranger's bed, or a jail cell. . . I shook my head.

Since I've gotten into college, I've changed my ways. I don't do anything anymore, except occasionally go out to the bar with my friends [but I'm legal now]. I've felt a lot better, and I've also been better off leaving everything behind. Although my past does catch up with me sometimes, and that's why I've had so much trouble trying to get a job. Hopefully this one will work out.

I hopped out of my seat and slid my application across the desk to the manager.

"Thank you. We'll call and let you know sometime soon," he said with a hard, wrinkled smile. I returned the smile and nodded as I walked out of the shop. I started down the sidewalk, then felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I quickly whipped it out to see that I had a text from one of my best friends, Ryan Seaman.

Ryan: Hey, meet me at Starbucks in 15? I have some good news (:

Me: Sure thing :) Can I get a hint?

Ryan: *Sends a picture message full of musical notes*

Me: You're so weird xD

Ryan: I'll explain later :P

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and began walking in the direction of the small coffee shop.

Starbucks