Catch Me If You Can (Ronnie Radke Short Story)

Chapter Seven

Legacy

It was Saturday. The day after Ronnie kissed me. I'm pretty sure I acted like a little blushing virgin, though. And afterwards, I couldn't even act like a person. I could barely walk up to my door without tripping over my own feet.

I was laying in bed, not wanting to get up, since it was way too early. I was very comfortable when I heard someone knock on my door.

"Mom, go away. It's too early," I groaned, even though I knew my Mom and Dave were both at work. It was probably Kasey.

"It's Ronnie, open the door. I have a surprise!" He shouted through my door.

Oh God. First, how did he get in my house? Second, what's my "surprise"? I hope it isn't like what he "forgot" last night. If that's what is is, I'm in a bad position. I was wearing a flimsy tanktop and booty shorts.

And with the tanktop, I have no cover for my scars like I usually do when he sees me.

"Hold on a second!" I yelled back. I put on a little makeup and brushed my hair. Then I opened the door. He did actually have a surprise. He brought me a box of chocolate chip cookies.

I love him for this. I never thought my love could be bought, but right now, I think it can.

I took the box and let him into my room. I looked around my messy room, thinking I should have cleaned up a little, but it was too late now. I sat on the bed and opened the box of cookies and he sat down beside me.

I couldn't help but feel self concious in my tanktop. I'm not very curvy, but he kept staring at me. I pulled my knees to my chest," Stop staring at me, perv."

"Sorry," he said with a smirk, and I knew he wasn't. I grabbed a cookie and turned on the TV. Because I have some strange addiction to it, I turned it to Teen Mom. Ronnie groaned and I laughed.

"Why are we watching this? It's way too dramatic," he asked through a mouthful of cookie.

"That's what makes it so good," I answered. By the time the show was over, Ronnie's eyes were glued to the TV screen. He wouldn't stop asking questions about Teen Mom. I always told him to shut up and he would find out. We watched three more episodes before we were out of cookies and some other show came on, so we turned the TV off and started talking.

"So, I wanna know, did you have trouble walking to your door yesterday?" He asked, smiling.

"No. Why would I?" I questioned. Oh God, my voice is getting high. Hopefully he doesn't know that's how people can tell if I'm lying.

"Liar," he said back.

"I'm not lying."

"Was it because I kissed you?" He asked, a big grin gracing his face.

I should kill that cocky son of a bitch!

"No, Ronnie, it wasn't. I didn't have trouble walking at all. So, shut up."

Ronnie

She is the worst liar ever. Not only that, but I watched her try to walk. It was really funny.

"Okay, so if I did it again and told you to walk to your bathroom and back, you would be okay?"

"Yes, but you're not going to do it again," she said.

I leaned in toward her and kissed her. It was a bit more forceful than yesterday, and our lips moved in a frenzy. I flicked my tongue over her lips, and in response, she opened her mouth to me. Our tongues danced together, fighting for dominance, which I eventually won.

I released her lips after our passionate kiss.

"Go walk to your bathroom," I said with a smile,

"I'm not a circus monkey," she said back, still only a few centimeters from my lips.

"Fine," I chuckled, kissing her again, and I laid her back onto her bed. I rested part of my weight in top of her. She ran her hands through my dark hair, and my hand caressed her upper thigh.

Our tongues continued their dance. I subconsciously ground my lower body into her outer thigh, and after some readjusting, I was on top of her, in between her legs, grinding onto her core.

I slid my hand from her leg, up her abdomen, and into her tank top. I cupped my hand over her breast, and she let out a small moan.

I'm sure you can imagine where it went from here.