And there we were - Ronnie was in the hall waiting for Ron, and I was on standby in the front room, just in case it escalated too far and I needed to intervene, which, knowing Ronnie, would end up being the case. Ronnie suddenly seemed to tense up.
"His car has pulled in. Get upstairs." I looked at him in shock.
"I'm not going upstairs! You'll kill him!" Ronnie rolled his eyes before picking me up and practically running upstairs with me, before sitting me on the bed and running back down.
I knew this wasn't going to end well for Ron, but I knew that I had to tell Ronnie because if it had come out later then he might think I was hiding something. I had no idea how this was going to play out, but I knew that if Ronnie was left by himself then he had the possibility to kill Ron.
I decided to be tactical about it, and conveniently need to go for a cup of tea and a cigarette. That way I knew that I'd be able to walk through the seemingly quiet downstairs of the house. Before I even knew what I was doing, I saw Ron's face in my doorway.
"Jade?" He looked so heartbroken. "Why would you do this to me?" I rolled my eyes - I had no sympathy.
"Because Ron, I had told you at least a hundred times that I'm with Ronnie, and loyal to Ronnie, but you just wouldn't listen. I needed something you would listen to." And then the angry voice echoed up the stairs.
"I swear to fucking god Ron, get the hell away from her!" But Ron just stepped closer.
"No Ronnie! You don't understand! I'm in love with her!" I sighed.
"Ron, you aren't in love with her! You're obsessed with her! There's a difference." That was it, that was when Ron snapped and went for Ronnie.
"Don't you fucking tell me how I feel! I'm sick of constantly being overshadowed by you!" The whole situation suddenly clicked with me.
"So that's what this is about," I announced. They both looked at me, confused. "Ron, you're sick of being overshadowed by Ronnie in pretty much your every day life because you don't get as much attention as Ronnie does. You obviously thought that if you could get his girl then you'd get one up on him, and then you'd feel like, for once in your life, you were better than him. This wasn't about me - this was never about me. This is about the fact that you are so overly jealous of Ronnie and everything that he has achieved in his life, including the recognition that he gets for that work. Because you can't stand the fact that he's one hundred times better than you will ever be in your life."
Ron reacted to that by running out of the room, out of the house and then presumably home in his car, whilst Ronnie just stood there looking impressed. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't roll your eyes, one day they'll get stuck in the back of your head." He mimicked what he referred to as my 'parenting voice'. "Anyway, sorry that ended up being up here. I was trying my best to keep it all out of the way but he said he had to speak to you and slipped past me." As he finished his sentence, he sat beside me at the end of the bed.
"Look, Ronnie, I don't care about that. I'm more glad that you didn't actually kill him." He sighed.
"I know, and I know that I have an out of control temper, but if that had happened tonight then I would have been glad that at least I fucked up my life by sheer determination not to lose you, something so important me that I don't really want to picture my life without you. I... I just never thought I'd see the day that I had someone that precious to me, that I'd be willing to go back to prison for, but I do now. I.. I get so scared that one day I'll really fuck up, and you'll leave me, or you'll just leave me because there's a million other guys that are just so much better than me. It's never bothered me before because, in all honesty, I didn't care how those other relationships ended - but with you it's something so new and it's such a scary, weird, new feeling that I've never had before because dammit I am so in love with you I don't even think I'm awake - convinced something knocked me out before the gig and this whole thing is a dream. But even if it is a dream, and I do wake up, at least I will know you're there, and I could fix the few times where I have lost my temper, or just been a dick in the past, and be perfect. Even though I've never wanted to be perfect for anyone before, but for you I really do..." He took a deep breath. "So while I have this opportunity to be all cute and more like before I pussy out because I'm shit scared..." He took another deep breath - damn, this was long-winded. "Will you do me, as a weird and heavily tattooed, kinda angry, fuckin' dork, the honour of marrying me?" I looked at him in shock for a couple of seconds.
"Of course I will." I practically tackled him. "Also, you may be a fuckin' dork, but you're my fuckin' dork." He just rolled his eyes before realising something and putting his hand over my mouth.
" I swear, if you say the eye-roll mother line then I'm calling this off." I pouted but he simply stuck his tongue out at me. "Still can't believe I've done that... And that you agreed, because I honestly thought you might say no." I raised an eyebrow.
"It wouldn't have bothered you if I said no though." He raised an eyebrow back.
"And how would you figure that out?"
"You're unbreakable, duh." I ran my finger across his forehead tattoo whilst he just chuckled to himself.
This was it, my life was officially amazing, but crazy.... And Jake was about to be filled with higher fangirl levels than the likes of One Direction fans about the fact we were getting married.
