Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

//Readers POV//

The sun shone brightly through my window the next morning. Once again the smell of Ronnie's cologne rose from the hoodie giving me something nice to wake up to. Sitting up I realize it's a Saturday. No school. I shrugged going to my closet to get dressed. Crop top, red plaid skinny jeans with the crazy zippers and ankle boots it is. I place the hoodie onto a coat hanger before remembering his shoes. I'm sure he lives around here somewhere. Might as well hold onto them while I go to town. I take the shoes and put them into my bag before once again existing out the window.
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Town is pretty mellowed out. Quiet streets with sweet shops. I feel like I haven't eaten in months. Skateboarding along the side walk I come across a decent looking dinner to grab some food. Upon entering, the smell of food makes my mouth water while I'm lead to a booth. Focusing on my menu, I skim for a good food item. "Is this a booth for one or can I make it two?" That pleasurably poisonous voice returns to my ears once again. "Good morning Ronnie." I say sleepily as he sits across from me. "Someone's tired. Didn't you go to sleep after I left?" "Well yes but I'm still tired. Also, you left these at my house." I remove his shoes from my bag. "I was looking all night for these fuckers." Says Ronnie eagerly putting his red converse on. "You're crazy." I stifle a laugh. "But I'm your kind of crazy (Y/N) don't even try to deny" I roll my eyes playfully. He's not completely wrong. "I'm actually happy I ran into you. I wanted to ask you something." I glance up at him now drinking my tea. "What's up?" "There's going to be a kick ass party in this club across town tonight and wanted to know if you'll make an appearance." My lips form a slight frown. I've never gone to a party...I don't know anything about it. "Ronnie I don't know..." "Relax (Y/N) you'll be perfectly safe while I'm around. I don't have to beg again do I?" Ronnie gives me a begging sort of sad puppy look. "Oh alright fine I'll go. On one condition." "Anything" "Climb the tree into my room an hour or so before. I have a surprise I think you'll like." I smile.
-Hours Pass-
I nervously pace around my bedroom in a panic. Ronnie will be here in ten minutes and I'm nowhere near ready. What looks "clubby"? Ooh! I know! I rummage through my closet and find a sleek black dress. Putting on the dress, I notice a few things. First, it hugs my body just right. Second, it shows quite a lot of cleavage and my back is exposed down to my middle back. It's sexy. It's risky. I like it. Grabbing a pair of  black six inch heels that are open toe and wrap around my ankles, I slide them on and proceed to finish off my hair and make up. There's a faint knock on my window. I make sure Ronnie can't see me yet as I carefully open the window. "(Y/N) are you ready to-HotDAMN" exclaims Ronnie now looking at me from head to toe. "What..?" I say growing anxious. "You look fucking hot." Ronnie says  as if he's drooling. Boys. "What was that surprise you wanted to show me.?" "Oh yeah. Follow me." Ronnie exits my window first as I follow. I lead him to a garage that connects to my house. Opening the door, I reveal my electric green Yamaha Motorcycle. "Do you know how to drive it?" I look up at him. "Girl please. Do I know how to drive. Hell yes I do!" Ronnie's excitement shows on his wide grin after mounting the bike with his helmet on. "Ronnie, I can trust you right like...you're not going to get us I don't know KILLED?" I say loudly over the roaring engine of my bike now holding my arms tightly around his lower torso. I'm glad I have shorts on under this dress. "don't worry about it doll face I've done this thousands of times" Smirks Ronnie pulling out of my driveway and speeding down the street. A smug smile spreads over my red painted lips just from the feeling of holding onto Ronnie. I feel like I'm starting to catch fairly heavy feelings towards him. I can feel him breathing and hear his heart beating It's very soothing. We come to a stoplight. "How are you holding up doll face?" Says Ronnie turning back at me slightly just enough for me to catch a glimpse of him in the green light. "I'm fine" "you're holding on a bit tight there" chuckles Ronnie before driving off. The club scene is insane. Music popping in all directions, girls in stripper heels guys rolling in Maseratis, all sorts of things. After parking, I begin to get a tad uncomfortable having all these male eyes on me. Obviously, this is known to Ronnie as he stops walking. "Are you feeling uncomfortable..? Because I have something if you are." Removing the black vest he is wearing, Ronnie shows me yet another black denim vest on him, monogrammed in sketchy letters to say "Ronnie's Girl". "I had this made for you so all the other dick heads know not to fuck with you." Having the vest placed on my bare arms, I feel incredibly confident. "Thank you." I grin with happiness following Ronnie into the crazy club.