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

Ronnies POV

Morning coming shockingly fast. I crack my eyes open slightly in a ray of hot sunlight before noticing how fucked up I look. My shirt is gone, pants undone and paint. Tons of glittery paint. "Shit what the fuck happened" I groan sitting up off the floor of the club ruffling my frizzy black hair. 'That party was sick as fuck.' I immediately stand up. 'Where is (y/n)? Shit what if something happened like she got gang raped or some shit and I wasn't there to stop it?' I calmed myself a little trying not to allow my insecurity to show. Walking across the club to the stairs, I'm stepping over bodies of sleeping people, trash and other things finally making it to the stairs. I find a half awake half asleep girl laying in a potted plant half nude. "Yo. Hello?" I snap in front of her eyes a few time. "Ugh" Knocking over the plant, the girl jumps up startled. "Ooh hi Ronnie~ is it my turn yet~?" Says the girl flirtatiously putting her hands on my chest before I push her wrists away. "No honey never. Where is (y/n)" "who?" Says the ditsy girl. "(Y/n) about (y/h), (e/c) eyes, (h/c) hair, has a vest that literally said "Ronnie's Girl?" "Ohhhh! Her! She's in the lovers sweet~" my heart beats a lot faster running quickly to the room. Opening the doors I'm lucky to find (y/n) asleep on the massive water bed fully clothed aside from her shoes. I sigh in relief lying on the bed next to her. She shifts turning over facing me now partly awake. "Hi." Her voice is very soft. "Hey" I respond in the same soft tone. I wanted to make sure to spend at least one night with her. I don't have the balls to tell her I'm moving away in a week...dad got another new job...new job new house new school..I like her...shit I think I love this girl but I just met her. Damn girl I'm in love with you but the world apparently doesn't want me to be..."go back to sleep. You're fine here." My heart goes back to jumping as she cuddles up to me slightly. Cautiously, I place my arms around her. I can already feel my heart starting to hurt. "Ronnie?" Says (Y/N). "Hm?" "We drank a lot last night and...we sorta kinda had a make out session." I cough nervously but hide it as a regular cough. "I told you I'd get in your pants some how" I tease receiving a hit to my chest. "Okay okay I'm joking." Eventually, (y/n) falls asleep in my arms. What do I do? What do I say? I wonder if I'll ever see her again...or maybe one day we'll find each other again and I'll be able to hold her every night like this only she'll have a damn ring on her finger. I may be ADD as hell and a drop out but I would get her a ring on that finger. She means enough to me. I know I've chased hoe after hoe, but (y/n) isn't like that. She's hard to get, classy. My type. And yet...how is it that good girls like bad guys? I get lost in my thoughts a while longer as (y/n) sleeps before I join her in sleeping.
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Waking up, (y/n) is still asleep. It's later in the day, maybe around four? "Hey babe. Upsie-daisy" I yawn playfully calling (y/n) babe. I like it quite a bit. Hungover, she rolls off the bed standing up holding my vest around her body. "I don't feel good Ronnie" "you're hung over sweetheart. Here" I hand (y/n) a sprite bottle off the dresser beside me chuckling as she chugs it. "Oh come on drunk princess. I need to get you home." I say. "Can we go to your place..?" Says (y/n) holding onto my shoulders as I hold her bridally carrying her carefully downstairs. "My place...um, yes sure." My voice chokes a little in nervousness heading out of the club and soon to be at my home. Wonderful...