Raised by Ronnie.

"You won't take my pride, I'll keep my head held high"

†Ronnie.†

We arrived at the house a little while later, Ryan and I still a bit woozy from our session earlier. 

"Fuck yes!" Jacky called as the bus rolled up to our house. We grabbed our shit and got off the bus, high-fiving the driver. 

"So, I guess I'll see you in a couple weeks." I said, passing him 3 $50 bills. He grinned. 

"Sure thing, Ronnie." 

"See you, Larry." 

I stepped out of the bus and breathed deeply. I'd missed California. 

"Holy fuck it's Falling in Reverse!" someone screamed. I turned my head to see a group of about 20 black haired, heavily make-upped teenage girls charging towards us. 

"Oh shit." I mouthed to the guys. 

"Woah, woah, calm down loves." Jacky said. The guys got in a protective huddle around me which made me smile. 

"Let us have Ronnie!" one of them screamed. I chuckled. 

"Sorry, he's taken." Ryan said, turning and winking at me. This caused a huge uproar. 

"Oh my god, who!?"

"Tell us, tell us!" 

"Ronnie's mine!" shouted the girls. Ryan looked at me and I nodded. I knew exactly what he wanted. 

"Actually, my dears. I do believe Ronnie's mine." he said before turning on his heel, grabbing my face and kissing me. The girls howled. 

"Oh my god." they all cried in unison. We signed their stuff for them and took a few pictures before leaving them and going into the house. I sighed. I'd missed being home. I went straight upstairs to my bedroom and flung my bag onto my bed. The room was big - the biggest in the house, naturally. In the middle there was a huge double bed with a golden headboard. The sheets were white and the pillows and blankets were gold. My desk was at the far side of the room, facing my window, and as far as I knew, the drawers were all packed with fan letters. My wardrobe was built into the wall and was chocolate brown with a golden tree and birds engraved into it. The floor was made of black carpet, but a smaller gold rug was in the middle of the floor. Above my bed there was a big chandilier with dozens of little tiny jewels on it. Across from my bed was my make up table. It too was chocolate brown with gold engravings. A big vanity mirror was on top and it was cluttered with all of my make up and hair supplies. Finally, in the corner of my room, there was my three guitars. Two electrics and an accoustic. I picked up my accoustic and sat on the edge of my bed, slowly playing a song I'd composed on the road. I didn't get to bring my guitars with me, because there was never enough room. I was in the middle of my song when I heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in" I called. Ryan stepped into the room and perched next to me on the bed. I knew we had a lot to talk about, but I didn't want to talk yet, so I carried on playing. 

"That's okay. We'll talk when you want to." he said, kissing my cheek. I flinched from him. I didn't want this.  I didn't want these butterflies that came into my stomach every time I saw him. I didn't want this yearning I had for him when he wasn't there. I didn't want how much I wanted him to throw me on the bed and make me forget everything but him right now. I didn't want any of it. 

"Don't flinch from me, Ronnie." he said, his voice harsh. I stood up and put the guitar back calmly in it's place. 

"Okay. Talk." I snapped. He stood up too. 

"What the fuck is going on? I came in here to talk about what's been going on recently, and you're being a douche? What the hell?" 

"I'm not being a douche. I'm fine." 

"Okay, well what's been going on?" his face looked so determined, yet underneath I could see the anger and confusion. The words I desperately wanted to say were on the tip of my tongue, but I ignored them. 

"What do you mean? I got a bit drunk and horny on the road, and you were my answer. Is that good enough?" he flinched. 

"Ronnie...I..."

"You? What, you thought you meant something to me? Shit no. Ryan, man, you're my best friend. I don't want you like that. I guess I shouldn't have done this. Sorry." 

"So that's it?"

"That's it." I answered cooly. He glared at me for a minute. 

"Fine. Fuck you Ronnie." 

"Look, can we leave this until I've actually gotten packed and had a rest?" I said, trying to calm him down. I didn't want to fight. 

"No, you've made your message clear. We're just professional from here."

"Hey, man, you're still my best friend." 

"No. I'm your drummer." he spat before leaving my room and slamming the door. I punched the wall. Shit, I'm such a dick head. In one stupid conversation I lost my best friend. The best friend who I'd had sex with. The best friend I was starting to have feelings for. Fuck fuck fuck.