*flashback*
"Ronnie, babe, pass the blunt."
He laughed and handed me the weed. "Here you go, Ash."
"I'll take care of this, you can hit the harder shit."
"Oh, thank God." Max sighed, taking out a plastic bag with white powder. "Ronnie, up for some coke?"
"Of course I am." He was already high on the blunt that he smoked most of, leaving not much for me.
"Can I have some?" I asked.
"You're our babysitter." Ronnie responded.
I sat next to him and bat my eyes. "I'm two years younger then you."
"Yeah, I know. By exactly two years."
"Ronnie, puh-lease?" I blew a smoke ring out and pressed my chest up against him.
His hand snaked down to my ass. "No."
"I'm surprised you haven't done her yet." Max said right after doing a line of the powder.
"We're just friends."
"With your hand on her ass like that?"
"We're friends." I confirmed, now fully aware of where his hand was. "Ronnie." I begged.
"Beg again and see where it gets you." He leaned over and did a line.
"Please let me do some of the cocaine. You're not my dad."
"He could be your daddy." Max joked.
Ronnie poured out a pile and formed it into a line. "Go ahead."
I took his hand off my ass, leaned over, and snorted the powder. "Ah, that's the stuff."
"Escape The Fucking Fate, 2006!" Ronnie yelled. "Ain't nobody keeping us from having fun!"
"Hell yeah!" Max and I chorused.
"Alright, you two, I'm gonna go find a chick to hook up with." Max stood up and walked off.
"He's right, you know." Ronnie laughed.
"About?"
"I could be your daddy."
"You wish." I grinned.
"Yeah, I kinda, deep down, do."
"Ha, well, you'll never get that. Touching my ass is as close as you'll get, Ronnie."
"In that case, Ash, can I do it again?"
"Yeah, whatever." I relit the blunt and inhaled.
He slid his hand back down. "I missed this."
"You're high as hell."
"I wonder why."
"I'm not high."
"Yes, you are."
"Fine, whatever. What are the odds Max gets a chick?"
"Eh, pretty high."
"Yeah. Odds one of us gets laid tonight?"
"Not really. I wish, though."
"I'll suck your dick if you let me take another line."
"I think that's prostitution."
"Yes or no?"
"Sure, why the hell not?" Ronnie smirked. "And I thought you were innocent."
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Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche
FanfictionIn the glory days, Ronnie Radke was best friends with his band - and Ash Charles, a girl he had grown up with. He was always getting drunk and high, and she was his sidekick. However, when Ronnie goes to jail for the murder of an eighteen year old...
