His Best Friend

Chapter 9

Monday evening.

I ran through the house and up to my room as fast as my clumsy feet would carry me. I had no idea what I was going to wear! Emma should be here any minute to help me decide on clothes. I never have been one to be able to match things very well, but she's a master at putting outfits together. I looked at the time as it read 5 in the evening. Time for my ass to get in the shower.

As I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in one of my light blue towels. I opened the bathroom door to let some steam out and I noticed Emma was laying out clothes on my bed.

"Finally, you're out of the shower."

"I was only in there for 10 minutes."

"Who cares. Here, put this outfit on."

She handed me black leggings, float red tank top, and my biker boots. I looked in the mirror, and I have to say I matched pretty well. Emma helped me with my hair and make up afterwards. She straightened my hair with some curls in random places. My make up was light silver with black eyeliner, as usual.

We walked down the stairs and to the living room where I waited for Ronnie to pick me up, which should be in almost ten minutes.

Gosh that seemed like such a long time from now.

I walked in the kitchen to grab something to drink when I ran in to Andy as I closed the fridge door. 

I haven't seen him since Saturday morning.

He looked at my outfit confusingly. Why? I have no idea.

"What?"

"Why're you dressed up?"

I looked down at the ground before replying.

"I sort of have a date with Ronnie Radke," I said quickly, kind of slurring my words together.

I didn't want to have another lecture from Andy about how I'm going out with another band member. He'd probably say I'm crazy and that I should have learned my lesson with David, but not all band people are the same.

"What?"

As soon as he said that, I heard a car horn go off in front of the house.

Ronnie must be here!

I started to feel nervous so I darted for the door and opened it. When I did, Ronnie was getting ready to knock on the door.

"Hi, Alyssandra. You, uh, ready to go? The limo is waiting for us whenever you are ready."

I eagerly shook my head up and down, maybe a little too eagerly. Hopefully that didn't freak him out or anything. Although, I'm sure he's used to it, being famous and all.

All he did was smile and wrapped my arm through his like a gentlemen. He opened the limo door for me then went around to the other side and got in himself. My stomach started to feel funny, but funny in a good way. The closer we got to the dinner place, the worse the butterflies got. I didn't know if I'd be able to eat because I never can when I have butterflies. 

When we reached the restaurant, Ronnie opened the door and lead me in. Everyone was stairing at us as the waitress took us to our seat. We ordered our drinks and I felt an awkward silence coming on. I hated those with a passion.

All through dinner we conversed about different topics. Ronnie sure is an interesting man. I loved how he didn't just talk about his fame and all. That would've really bugged me. It was nice of him to keep asking me questions, especially the little cheesy ones such as "what's your favorite color or food" etc. I honestly thought he'd only want to talk about himself, but that was certainly not the case.

"You have a nice time tonight?" Ronnie asked as the limo pulled in front my home.

I smiled and said, "Yeah. I did. It was nice."

Ronnie smiled as he put his hand over top of mine and kissed me on the cheek.

"We should go out again. You free this Saturday night?"

"Saturday sounds great. I'll see ya then."

We hugged and I walked in the house.

One of the best dates ever.