(Ronnie's POV)
I woke up, and brushed my hair back with my fingers. I needed a shower. 'Would it be weird if I used her shower? I hope not... I don't want to wake her up--' My thoughts were interruped by singing and guitar. "What the hell?" I whispered, and I walked to her room to ask if I could use the shower. I entered the room to find her jumping around on her bed singing along to Iron Maiden... Using her hairbrush as a microphone... I tried to hold in my laughter. She finally snapped back to reality, and spotted me in the frame of the door. "Nice voice" I winked at her, but it ended in me laughing like a crazy person after seeing how red she went.
(Karolyn's POV)
"Nice voice" he said, and winked. I went red, and he started laughing like a madman. "Shit. Why are you in here?" I asked. "I needed to ask if I could use the shower? like I said earlier, the next scheduled flight isn't til next week" he crossed his arms. "Sure, just let me go in there and-" but he was already gone. "Brilliant" I said. I fell back with my face in my hands. I just made a fool of myself in front of Ronnie Radke. I got up and got dressed. I soon went to the door, and thought of asking how long he was gonna take. It took me a couple minutes to get the courage, but I knocked on the door. "Whatcha need?" he shouted over the water. "How long you gonna be in there?" I asked. "Not sure!" he said, and went back to singing in the shower. Damn, he's good... I facepalmed and walked away. Well, obviously! I slumped down on the sofa, and moved the pillows. A can of energy drink clanked underneath one of them. I shook my head and laughed before putting it in the bin. I switched on the TV and got through half one episode of SpongeBob Squarepants when I heard the water being turned off. "Finally" I muttered to myself. How long does it take for guys to have a shower? It wasn't long before he shouted "Can I borrow a top?". I rolled my eyes. "Sure... I doubt they'll fit you though!" I half-shouted and half-laughed. Within 10 minutes he walked out wearing the Justin Bieber top my grandmother got me for Christmas. She doesn't know what I like. "Fabulous!" he said camply. "Okay, you've had your fun.." he cut me off with "Justin Bieber". "Yeah, my grandmother never knows what I like". He started laughing "ah, Christmas" he took the top off. Holy shit. He turned around and walked away, folding the top as he did so. "You know, I used to get really weird stuff too". "No kidding" I said, trying to get the blush off my face before he got back with another t-shirt. "Yeah" he didn't say much more. He was obviously trying on another top. He walked in again, wearing a Falling In Reverse top. "Very fitting" he said. I facepalmed. "If these weren't built for curves, It'd be perfect" I threw a pillow at him.
"So that's how it's gonna be?" he smirked, and walked to my room. He returned with another pillow. Oh god. "You're dead" he smiled. "You think?" I laughed. and started hitting him with the pillow in my free hand. Soon we were having a full-on pillow fight. He hit me up the back of my head and I hit him in the face. "Noooooooo!" he said in slow-motion as he fell backwards onto the floor. "I win?" I stared triumphantly at him. He looked dazed for a minute and then grabbed my ankle and pulled it forwards so I fell to the floor. He then sat on my stomach. "Nope." He smirked at me. "okay, fine.. Fuck you" I rolled my eyes. "Not now, maybe later" he said, and winked. I hit him upside the head. "ha ha bloody ha" I tried not to laugh. He finally got up, and reached to the fridge for an energy drink. "Another one?" I asked, a smile on my face. "You found it?!" he stared in mock disbelief. "Yep" I winked. "You cannot keep secrets from me!" I folded my arms, laughing. "Me neither. You told everyone you're seriously ticklish". He put the drink down. "No. No no. No. No way" I started to back away. "You know I'm faster than you" he said. I made a run for my room to lock it, but he caught me halfway through the hall. "Help!" He started tickling me. "Nobody can save you now!" He laughed evilly. "Tell me where you're most ticklish, makes this easier for you" he smirked "NEVER!" I said. "fine" he started tickling my neck. "Nooo!"I said as he started tickling my side. "STOP!" I shouted. "YOU WIN!". "Damn right" he laughed, and started to pull me up. "Thanks". "Psyche!" he dropped me. "hey!" I said. "Okay, sorry" he pulled me up. "thanks" I said, once I was steady on my feet. "Hey, there's a lot of zombie films on tonight. Wanna stay up?" he asked awkwardly. "Why not? I love gore-fests!" I smiled.
I finally got around to making pancake mix. "Okay, don't put me off" he said with a pan in his hand. "I'll try" I started filming. "Right..... Three..... Two.... ONE!" He flipped it, but it landed on the ceiling. "Ten out of Ten!" I laughed. "Well, what goes up, must come down" He said, and used the pan to poke it. "Nothing!" he walked over to flip another pancake, and the pancake on the ceiling was starting to come off. I tried to not laugh. I made a quick "shh" to the camera, and focused back on Ronnie. "Okay... I'll get it right this time!" He announced. "Okay!" I stifled my laughter as it was now half-way off the ceiling. "Three..... Two.... ONE!" he flipped it, and caught it. "Well done!" I laughed. Not long after he started putting syrup on his pancake, the pancake on the ceiling dropped onto his head. I couldn't hold in my laughter. "Very funny" he said, then started picking up pieces of pancake and throwing them at me. He picked up pieces with syrup on and threw them at me. "Great" I said, tugging at my top. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up... Try not to set the kitchen on fire!"
