Band One Shots (REQUESTS OPEN!)

Getting Clean (Max Green & Ronnie Radke)

(This is one I've written on my own and im hasn't been requested. THIS IS TAKE TWO!)

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(7 Weeks Ago~)

(Max's P.O.V.~)

I bit my lip to keep from screaming out in pain. I was sitting in an airport in Atlanta, Georgia, freezing my ass off, and in so much pain. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, I was shaking horribly, I had tears streaming down my face, and my chest was hurting from crying. I was going through the worst withdrawal of my life. And what was worse was, I was withdrawing from Heroine. Heroine withdrawal is the worst pain your body can go through. It's like giving birth, but worse. I just wish God could just kill me right now, so my pain could end. I had bought some NyQuil tablets and took a bunch of those, hoping I could pass out from the pain. But it didn't work. I smoked a ton of cigarettes to try and relax, but nothing was working. That's when it hit me...

I just hit rock bottom. I hit rock bottom, in an airport in Atlanta, Georgia.

I had no one to turn to. My old band hates me, my best friend fucking hates me after Robert and I turned him in for his own good. The guy is like a brother to me. But I've had a crush on him from the get-go. The minute he said "Hey what's up, I'm Ronnie." I fell in love with him. Everyone thinks he's a dick, but he's a great guy who just needed help...Look what good that did. And now, I'm the one needing help...But this time, I'm all alone. I needed to call someone. I had nothing. No money, no one to pick me up, no one to care about me and my cries for help. I decided I needed to call my mom. She was one of two people I had left who actually gave a fuck about me. The second one is Ronnie, and he hates me. And I wouldn't blame him, I'd be pissed if my best friend who's been like a brother to me, turned me in and said I needed to get help and get clean. I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket and dialed her number. Thankfully, she picked up, and I told her what was going on. She was crying on the other end, and that felt worse than going through withdrawal. I love my mom. She and Ronnie were there, when my bastard dad wasn't.

"You need to get help. I can't even tell you how upset I am right now..My own child, alone and going through pain...You need to get better, because I don't wanna see you get lowered into a grave, Max." A tear rolled down my cheek and I sighed. "I'm sorry mom...I'm so sorry. I swear to God, I'm gonna get better...For you, and Ronnie." She said "Okay honey. I hope you get the help you need...I want you to promise me, Maxwell, that you are gonna change and not relapse." I nodded as if she was there, and said "I promise...I love you." "I love you too." and hung up. I rubbed my face with my hands and wiped the tears away. Now comes the hardest part...Telling Ronnie. I still have his number in my phone, and I know he's kept the same number, cause he's too stubborn to change it. I sighed before dialing his number...Let's hope he's still not carrying a grudge. After four rings, he picked up. "Hello?" Hearing his voice made me smile. "H-Hey Ronnie...It's Max."

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(Present Day~)

(Ronnie's P.O.V.~)

"Come on people, really?!" I yelled as I was stuck in traffic while driving to L.A.X. To pick up Max. "Chill Ronnie, you'll get to see him." Ryan said. "Yeah, Mate. It'll be alright." Jacky added. I sighed and said "Thank you guys, but you don't understand.." "Dude, it's pretty obvious you like Max." Derek said. I looked at him and asked "What are you talking about?" Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. "Oh come on Ronnie, everyone can see it! You're in love with him!" Ryan said. I sighed and Jacky said "It'll be okay, Ron. He's gonna be okay." I smiled a little and said "Thanks guys." I had kept a grudge on my best friend, Max Green, for a real long time.

You see, Max and I are basically like brothers. We have some things in common. We both wanted to do music, my mom was never there and Max's dad was never there, we even have the same fucking birthday! I'm just a year older. We just bonded on a different level, and if anyone fucked with him, they better pray they're dead, cause I'll go ape shit on anyone who fucks with my friends. And we use to do a lot of stupid shit together. We both did drugs together, partied together, just did fucked up shit. Then one day, Max and Robert, the drummer from my old band Escape The Fate, turned me in for my out of control drug addiction...Geez, thanks bro. I got sentenced to two years in L.A. County Prison for a drug violation, and I immediately hated him for betraying me. I sent the next two years in a jail cell, worried I was gonna get shanked it gang raped to death in prison, every day, but I didn't. But I did have enough time to think, get buff, and write songs. After I got out, I started my current band, Falling In Reverse, and I've been sober ever since. Seven weeks ago, I got the most frightening phone call I've ever received in my life...And I'll never be able to forget it even if I wanted to.