I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Thirty-Five.

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It seemed as though I had an awful tendency to continuously make the same mistakes. I was unsure as to how many times it would take of me running off with Ronnie in a fit of rage or distress, before I realised that it would never do me any good.

I sat in the very corner of a living room, completely unaware of whose house I was even currently in. It was a lot calmer than the last time I’d gone to one of Ronnie’s friend’s houses. There was a low hum of music playing in the background, and the strong smell of weed wafted through the room, the place clouded with smoke. I probably would have been complaining I was bored had I not been given a bottle of vodka to quietly sip at, but as I glanced at Ronnie beside me, now feeling the full effects of the alcohol, the urge to leave and do something more exciting sparked inside of me.

“Hey…” I murmured, tugging on Ronnie’s sleeve to grab his attention, “Hey, Radke…let’s get out of here…”

It took him a moment to even realise I was talking to him, as he slowly looked around and grinned at me. “Where do you want to go, kid?” He asked me, “You tell me and I’ll take you there. Anywhere.”

Under normal circumstances, I would have rolled my eyes at his words and perhaps even felt a little uncomfortable around him, yet all I could do was laugh, tugging on his sleeve again.

“I don’t care where.” I said, “Let’s just get out of here.”

Needing no persuasion, he hoisted himself up as I pulled him and ever so slightly stumbled forward, almost falling into me. I merely laughed in response, dragging him to the door and waiting as he suddenly pulled away from me and turned to a guy in the corner. My gaze stayed on him as he spoke to him and accepted something from him that he pulled out of his pocket, before he turned to face me again.

“Let’s go.” He said, opening the front door.

I was unsure of the time, as my phone had died and I hadn’t bothered to ask anybody. The fact that it was dark outside, however, told me that it must have been pretty late. Ronnie turned to me on the doorstep, grinning a dopey grin and holding up a car key.

“My friend said we can borrow his car.” He told me with a chuckle, “So no walking anywhere.”

No alarm bells immediately rang in mind like they should have done. My thoughts were so gone with the alcohol by now, that I didn’t even care about the danger I was putting myself in. All I could bring myself to do was grin back at Ronnie and gesture for him to unlock the car, to which he immediately did.

I clambered into the passenger seat, throwing my head back and laughing as he tried and failed to climb into the driver’s seat, tripping over his feet in his attempt. Once he was finally in the seat with the door shut, he turned the key in the ignition and put the radio on at full blast.

He drove out of the driveway at such a speed that my body lurched forward, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to worry about the situation. I felt fearless and worriless for the first time in a while, and it seemed that nothing in that moment could be dangerous enough to scare that feeling away. I had no care in the world that there was a chance we might get pulled over by the police, or worse, that we would end up in a car accident. All I could focus on was enjoying myself, and the way the music blared through the car and a cool breeze blasted through the open windows as we sped off.