Hold me up (A Ronnie Radke fan fiction)

"Big headed, egotistic, self-absorbed jerk" I muttered to myself as I climbed up the stairs to Jacky's room. "Jacky!" I cried banging on his door "Open up!" I heard mumbling and shuffling feet but Jacky eventually opened his door. His hair was messy and he was wearing only his boxers "Amaryllis how did you get in here?" he asked me in a whisper I kind of forgot that it was three in the morning. "I climbed in the window how do you think I got in here? Flew? I'm not god damn Marry Poppins Jacky" he rolled his eyes and I gave him a small smile "Let me rephrase that why exactly are you here at my house at three in the morning?" Jacky tried to look mad but we both know he can't get mad at me. Friends since my boyfriend tried to beat me in an alley right after a Falling In Reverse concert. Jacky was the last one to leave backstage and he heard me screaming. I honestly don't know where I would be without him. "Is it Chase again?" he asked and I simply walked towards his mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of Vodka, opening the cap I took a swift sip before answering his question "Of course it's chase it's always Chase. He's out of jail his little side girlfriend bailed him out. I couldn't stay in the house" I said and with each word I took my voice softened and my eyes started to tear up. "Hey now, don't cry you're better than that Amy" Jacky said as he wrapped his arms around my thin waist giving me a hug and taking away the bottle. "I'm so scared Jacky, I'm scared I have no one but you." I said into his tear stained shirt. "Why don't you stay here tonight and we'll work everything out in the morning there's a guest bedroom by Ronnie's room. You'll know it's his when you see the door. All the way at the end of the hall, goodnight Amy" Jacky said kissing my head "Goodnight Jacky" I said quietly and stalked off towards the guest room.

The guest room looked like Jacky's room/a practice room for the band. There were instruments everywhere and pictures of Jacky hanging up on the walls there were also giant pictures of Ronnie not many of the other band members. I laid on the bed and looked up to find yet another picture of Ronnie on the ceiling "At least he has nice eyes" I said to myself "Wait did I just say that out loud? And that? god Amaryllis stop talking to yourself" I shook my head and took out my headphones putting on Not good enough for truth in cliché by escape the fate they had some amazing older music. This is my favourite song though.

I sang along and danced around the room, the vodka was wearing off already so I opened my bag and took out the bottle I brought with me. Within the next twenty minutes I was wasted and dancing around the house in shorts and my bra singing caught like a fly at the top of my lungs. All I remember from that time on is a soothing voice and comforting arms.

I woke up with some ones arms around me, I was glad to see I still had my shorts on. I prayed to god that I wasn't in Jacky's bed and closed my eyes hoping this was just a dream "Good morning Amaryllis" said a melodic voice behind me I turned around and to my fear it was Ronnie. One of the biggest self-absorbed jerks there is. "Hi, uh Ronnie" I said hiding my half naked top half with the comforter "Are you alright? You were pretty beat up last night" I nodded and wished he'd stop asking questions my head pounded in pain with every word he took. I stayed quiet and eventually he got out of his bed and left the room. He came back fifteen minutes later with shampoo, body wash, conditioner and my bag "The showers in through that door, just like Jacky's room there's Advil on the top shelf behind the mirror" I nodded again without speaking and grabbed my stuff. Careful not to let the comforter fall off of me until I got into the bathroom, I took off my shorts and my bra and stepped into the shower letting the warm water fall down my back. I washed my body with Ronnie's body wash and washed my hair with his shampoo. In the end of it I didn't want to get out just smelling like him was amazing. I wrapped a towel around my waist and another around my long hair, the towels smelt like Ronnie too and I couldn't help but smile. I walked across the bathroom to the mirror and opened it, I took two Advil and washed it down with a bottle of water from my bag. The only clothes were the ones I was wearing yesterday and they weren't clean enough to wear again today. I took out my phone and texted Jacky I'm in Ronnie's bathroom, no not doing what I know you're going to think he let me use his shower but I need some clothes. Help me out! He texted me back moments later telling me he'll be right there. About five minutes later I heard a knock on the door and I opened it a crack to see Jacky holding up an oversized shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. "It's the best I could do, I'll pick up some of your clothes later" I thanked him and closed the door. After putting on the clothes I took my hair out of the towel and dried it. I put it in a braid that went down to my hip bone and then left the room to find Jacky.