Me: sooooo
Me: I've got news
Ryan: ooooo what is it
Derek: is it good
Me: yeah
Jacky: what is it?????
Me: me and Andy are dating
Derek: Biersack?
Ryan: told ya
Ron: damn nice catch
Ryan: so did y'all fuck
Me: no!!!! mind ya own
Ryan: they fuckeddddddddd
Ryan: you're not a virgin anymoreeeeee
Me: shut!!! the!!!! fuck!!!! up!!!!
Jacky: aweeee let her be she's in looooove
Me: JACKSON
Ron: Andy and Ari sittin in a tree
Ryan: f-u-c-k-i-n-g
Ron: I was gonna say k-i-s-s-i-n-g but that works too
Me: this is abuse
Derek: aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you guys are sooooo cute togetherrrrrrr
Jacky: I knew you were gonna date him
Me: I'll punch all of you
Me: in the dicks
Ryan: oh SHIT she would
Me: okay. bye. I'm not doing this if y'all are gonna abuse me
Jacky: fair enough bye
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"Hey, Ronnie." I whispered, sitting against his grave. We buried what was left of his body. "So, um, we released Fashionably Late. The single. It's the album name, too, after you. We're gonna release Rolling Stone in a week, then the album comes out in a month. Uh, we went to a party. Emo bands. Motionless In White, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, Black Veil Brides, Nee Years Day, us. Andy and I kissed. Biersack. And now we're dating, so... Just thought you'd like to know an update." Quickly, I fell asleep in the sunset's golden light.
"Hey, Arizona."
"Ronnie?" I looked up, and there he was.
"You came."
"Course I did, I..."
"Missed you." He offered his hand. I took it and stood up. I could feel his hand... "Fashionably Late, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I like what you're doing. Considering I know most of the songs... Which ones did you write?"
"They're called Self-Destruct Personality, Where Have You Been, and Game Over."
"Did you finish the ones?"
"I did the second verse of Alone, yeah. I finished Drifter and Keep Holding On."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Of course."
"Andrew Dennis Biersack, huh?" Ronnie raised an eyebrow. "That's... Interesting."
"What?"
"Nothing, just... Expected you to go for a good guy. Like Jacky. Or Derek."
"And Andy isn't a good guy?"
"He's an amazing guy, he's so nice. But like. I meant you'd go for a good looking guy. Not a guy who dresses up like Kiss."
"Oh, well. He's sweet, Ronnie."
"I know." He hugged me. "I'm glad you're happy. Wait. Did you two fuck?"
"Wow, you really wanna know the real stuff."
"You were a virgin. Now you're not?"
"Bingo."
Ronnie grinned. "Andy Biersack?"
"Yes."
"You're a special human."
"I know."
"It wasn't your fault, you know."
I sighed and looked down. "Ronnie-"
"He was drunk. All I remember is... The headlights. What happened?"
Biting my lip, I decided to tell him. "I flew into the windshield and a piece of... Something stabbed me in the stomach." I lifted up the edge of my shirt to expose the scar. Ronnie's fingers lightly dragged over the scar and his mouth was open slightly in a surprised face. "It's..."
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Okay... Just continue." He whispered.
"I pulled you out of the car. You... I couldn't find a pulse or breaths or anything. Uhm, then I realized the car was gonna light up, so I tried to drag you away, but I finally felt the glass in my stomach and could barely move. So then... Then the car went up... In flames, and... And you burned."
"I went out on a chariot of fire." He said simply.
"Yeah. That's what I've told myself, every day."
"It wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was. I was driving."
"It was not your fucking fault." Ronnie took my hands. "It wasn't."
"Can we talk about something happier?"
"Sure. Gonna visit Andy when he goes on tour?"
"If I'm not busy, sure."
"Gonna fuck him backstage?"
"Ronald!" I reddened.
"I'm joking, I'm joking. You should do it, though."
"Fucking hell. Different topic. You know the song you wrote, Coming Home?"
"Sure, yeah. Hold on my dear, I'm coming home." He sang.
"That's how it goes?"
"Yep. Go ahead and make that a song. Why do you ask?"
"I got a tattoo of all the lyrics on my thigh."
"Lemme see."
I pulled down the edge of my jeans and showed him. "That's it."
"I like it. That's a nice astronaut."
"Thanks."
He looked at the sky. "It's night. I should go."
"No. Why?"
"I gotta." He kissed my forehead. "I love you."
"Ronnie, no." I whined, holding onto him.
"I gotta. I'm sorry, I love you." He gently pushed me off. "I love you, so, so much."
"Arizona, wake up."
"Ronnie?" I asked.
"No, just Andy." He said. "Your band told me where you were, or at least where they thought you were. They were right."
"I... Ronnie was there."
"In your dream?"
"Yeah."
Andy picked me up bridal style. "It's okay."
I rested my head on his chest. "I miss him."
"I know."
"Can we go somewhere?"
"Like to my house?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
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He Went Out On A Chariot Of Fire
FanficRonnie Radke was, as you know, the lead singer of Falling In Reverse and ex-lead singer of Escape The Fate. However, a catastrophic accident occurs and his little sister, Arizona, is left to fend for herself doing things she never thought she'd do.
