The Raven Girl: Ronan X Reader

Chapter Four

     Ivy and I did end up having that movie night. The two of us were sitting on my bed, covered with one of my favorite blankets. We were both quiet as the superheroes on the flew above the townspeople, saving another life. I wondered if I could ever be like that. Like a superhero. Saving people's lives from their own emotions. Like Ronan.
     "So..." Ivy said. She paused for a few seconds. "What was going on outside of Neeno's tonight?"
     I sighed in exasperation. Ronan was affecting my reputation, not that I mind. "Ronan and her brother got into a physical fight. Gansey and I were lucky enough to stop it before anything else could happen. Ronan's probably blowing off some steam in his room. If I find him with a hangover in the morning, I swear..."
     Ivy looked back to the TV, then to me. "Adam was telling me how much you do for them. Especially Ronan. (Y/N), I don't think you understand how much you mean to Ronan. Because it's a lot."
     I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I knew Ivy saw it. She faintly smiled, and turned back to the TV.
     I, too, looked back to the television, just in time to see the famous "Spider-Man" kiss scene. Spider-Man has just saved Mary Jane from a group of thugs and he kissed her while he was upside down.
     A sudden banging on my door startled our movie-watching experience. Ivy was so alarmed that she had let out a shriek. I got up from the bed and opened the door. There stood Gansey, looking a bit pale in the light from the television. Before I could tell him to bug off, he let out the three most terrifying words known to man. "Ronan is gone."
     I sighed, rubbing my fingers against my eyelids. "Have you called Adam?"
     "Yeah, he's checking the park and the bridge."
     "Noah?"
     "He'll be out of his room in a bit."
     I sighed an "okay", then turned to Ivy. "Go to the park, help Adam, just please don't feed that stupid cat that lives there."
     Ivy stood up and walked out the door, muttering something I couldn't quite understand but I did hear the words what you're talking about.
      I stood outside my room with Gansey, and we talked about where Ronan could possibly be. That is, until Noah appeared.
     "You're going to look for him?" Noah asked. He looked pale and insubstantial in the yellow, late-night light of the room behind him; the skin beneath his eyes was darker than anything. He looked less like Noah than the suggestion of Noah. "Check the church."
     "You go check," Gansey said to me. "You'll be the person he wants to see first if he's there. I'm going to check by Neeno's."
     I nod, grabbing my jacket and shoes, heading out into the night. The church was within walking distance, so I begin my trek there. My arms were covered with goosebumps, since it was so cold.
     A few minutes later, I was standing in front of the entrance to St. Agnes. I walk into the church, my breath still fog inside of the old church. Not wasting time, I called out the name of the boy I liked: "Ronan?"
     My voice bounced off the walls, and falling deathly silent again. I begin to walk through the pews of the church, until I come across a silhouette in the seats. It was Ronan, his arm hanging off the seat, with the other skewed above his head. He wasn't moving.
      I immediately run up to him, shaking his shoulders. "Ronan?!" I call out to him.
     He lets out a groan, opening his eyes, the blue hue of them dimmed. "I couldn't dream," he said.
     I smelled the alcohol from his breath. "That doesn't give you an excuse to run away like that! You scared me half to death! Especially just after a fight with your brother! And, secondly, how dare you drink so much that you're completely out of it?! You promised me that you would stop! If I didn't care so dang much about you, I would—"
     I was interrupted as Ronan sat up and pulled me by my arms into his comforting embrace. His head was burrowed into the crook of my neck, his gentle yet shaking breathing making me anxious. "I'm sorry."
     That's all he said. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen minutes passed. Ronan kept me in his embrace, as if he was apologizing with it. I finally decided to break the silence, "Why did you sneak out?"
     I already told you," his voice was slurred, "I couldn't dream."
     Ronan released me, but still kept his head on my shoulder as we sat beside each other on the pew. I hadn't noticed this before, but Ronan was keeping something in his jacket. I decided to let my curiosity become clear. "What's that in your jacket?"
     Ronan didn't reply, but pulled whatever it was out of his jacket. When he handed it to me, it was something warm and living, a rapid pulse against my hand. My eyes widened as I realized it was a bird.
     "Ronan," I started, but he beat me to it.
     "Just listen, I'm going to show you why we have to keep it-"
     "Gansey won't li-"
     "Gansey doesn't like anything."
     "Then he won't like a bird in the house!"
     "Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded my hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I... yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."
     Even if he was being an idiot, Ronan was a know-it-all for Latin.
     "Where did it come from?" I asked as I handed it back to him.
     "I found it."
     I let out a say, resting my face in my hand. "Ronan, people don't just find ravens."
      Ronan let out a scoff. "You're just worried that I'll like it better than you."
      I let out a little laugh, putting my elbows on my knees, and resting my face in both of my hands. Was this seriously how my night was going?
     Ronan patted my head. "Don't worry," Ronan paused, obviously trying to remember my name, "(Y/N). I still think you're prettier than Gansey."
     I blushed a bit at the compliment, still hiding my face behind my hands. My ears, however, were a dead giveaway.
     Sitting back up once my face had cleared, I texted Gansey that I had found Ronan and that I was on my way back. He responded with a thumbs up.
     "Alright, come on. We're going home." I said, helping Ronan get on his feet. The Raven was hunched in his hands, all beach, head and body; no neck.
     "Gansey is not going to like it."
     "Her name is Chainsaw."