Ronnie Radke Blog and Journals

Max's POV

We didn't even have time to have a proper drink before we started playing, apparently Bryan's brother wanted us on now, and since he was the one who asked us to play at his 21st, we should play when he wants.

"Lets fucking rock!"

Ronnie changes when he performs, in a good way though. He is seriously meant to be doing this.

"Guys, this is for Mike, and for all the girls you're going to fuck tonight!" I added, Mike just grinned at me, raising a glass. I laughed. The others took the hint and we played Situations. 

I looked at Nicola, half way during the song she was hooking up with Mike. For some reason it didn't bother me.

"I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing.

I love the girls who love to hate.[Breathing]

(Whoa) Darling what is going on?

Honestly that never happened

Lying is your favorite passion.

Leave me, go where you belong

Higher heels and lipstick napkins,

dying is your latest fashion

Darling (leave me) what is going on?

Honestly that never happened

Lying is your favorite passion

Leave me (darling) go where you belong

Higher heels and lipstick napkins,

dying is your favorite passion"

Getting through the next few songs was the hardest thing I had to do. I wanted to go and break up with Nicola so I could be with Ronnie. Every song we did made just want to have sex with him, ever seen Ronnie covered in sweat singing his heart out? You'd probably have the same reaction as me.

The first thing I did when we finished was have a beer, I needed to get it down. I made my way down the hall, in a few seconds I was pulled into the cupboard with Nicola.

"Jesus, you scared me!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever Max, just wanted to tell you that it was over"

That was fucking blunt. Well I could be just as bad.

"Fine, I don't fucking care"

She sighed, obviously expecting something more. It was a while before I convinced her that I really didn't care. I walked around the house and went out back. Ronnie was on the opposite side having a smoke with Robert. I went and sat next to Ronnie.

"So how do you think we went?" I asked them both.

"We fucking kicked ass!!" Robert yelled. I laughed. Obviously he was just nervous before.

"So..." Ronnie started, he couldn't think of anything to say. I came to his rescue.

"Me and Ronnie are gonna go, to some better party!" I said to Robert.

"Do what you want, I'm gonna hook up with a college chick tonight!" He went off to the nearest group of girls. All me and Ronnie could do was laugh.

"I swear he has worse mood swings than a woman" I said.

"I know...do you really want to leave?" He asked me.

"Yes, I wanna go somewhere with you" I answered. 

That made him smile. He got up, giving me a hand too. We said goodbye to Mike and started the walk home, I don't drink and drive, its the stupidest thing ever.

We ended up back at his house, to find his brother and father gone. Thankfully too. His father doesn't exactly approve of our close relationship, unlike my parents. Well mainly my dad who thinks I should be with Ronnie.

"So what are we gonna do? Its a friday night after all" Ronnie said, why is he nervous now too?

"I don't know, what else is there to do?"

I found out why he was nervous when he kissed me softly on the lips. He tried to get at my shirt while kissing me harder. I did him a favour and pulled it off myself. But then Ronnie suddenly pulled back. What? Just when were about to...

"I wrote something, and I only just realised...well, that it was for you" He told me. Awww, okay, I'd never noticed before that Ronnie could be so cute. But I did now.

"Are you gonna sing it for me?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but I can't play guitar like you, so bear with me" He teased. I rolled my eyes. He took a deep breath and started.

"Oh, I hate to be the one to bear the bad news

Yes, it is true

I finally fell in love

I fell so hard that I'm killing myself

Yes, I need out

Out of this grave that I've dug

And all the friends that I have gone through

And how much I deserve the pain

It's a shame

So hold your head

Hold it up high

Here's to the friends that were alibis

Keep this close by your side

When I come home we will have our night

Oh, they always told me I was gorgeous in a way

And that fateful day

I found who I was

So fill this hole with my prescriptions

I just keep feeding my addictions

And all the friends that I have gone through

And how much I deserve the pain

It's a shame

So hold your head

Hold it up high

Here's to the friends that were alibis

Keep this close by your side

When I come home we will have our night

We will have our night

You were the ones that stood by my side, whoa

And I was the one that fought all of your fights

Go!

(Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa

(Keep this close by your side) Whoa

So, hold your head

Hold it high

Here's to the friends that were alibis

Keep this close by your side

When I come home we will have our night

Hold your head

Hold it up high

Here's to the friends that were alibis

Keep this close by your side

When I come home we will have our night

Hold your head

Hold it up high

Here's to the friends that were alibis

Keep this close by your side

When I come home we will have our night

We will have our night"

"I know it sounds harsh, but I..."

"Ronnie, it was amazing. But you have to shut up for a second so I can kiss you" I said, cutting him off. 

His response was a huge grin. In a matter of seconds we were lip-locked.

Ronnie's POV

  The night of the party finally came around.  Bryan's family's house was pretty big, and the party would be in the garden as well, so he'd talked to his brother; apparently we were playing in the garage at about half eight.  

  That suited me fine, although by then people would be starting to get drunk, they would probably be more in the mood for partying.  

  Max dropped by to pick me up at about eight, that day.  It sucked being nearly eighteen and still not having a car, or even a driving licence.  I was always relying on Max for everything.

 "Hey, how's it going, dude?"  Max yelled, pulling up at the edge of the pavement and leaning out his window.

 "Shit, as usual,"  I smirked, standing up and grabbing my mic and amplifier.  As we were only a part time band right then, we didn't have any proper equipment or anything.

 "You wanna get in then?  Sorry, there's not much room - Robert got shotgun and I've got Nic and Alexandra in back."

 "Yeah, man, it's cool,"  I opened the door and threw the stuff on the floor, climbing in after.  "Alright, ladies?  Sup, Rob?"

 "Not much...."  Rob trailed off; I was guessing he was a bit nervous, so I decided not to push it.  Instead, I chose to spend the ten minute drive winding up Max's girlfriend.  It wasn't like he cared, as far as I knew, Max only used girls for sex.  Unlike Rob, who had been dating his grilfriend Alexandra for about eight months now.  Ironic really, how even though I usually cared about my girlfriends, my relationships never seemed to last.  And Monte...I had no idea, man.  I mean, the kid didn't even seem to care that much about relationships.  He was still only, like, fifteen or something though....whatever.  His life, his choice.

  When we got to Bryan's place, or rather, Bryan's parents place, he came over to meet us as soon as we got out the car.

 "Hey guys, how's it going?  Ronnie, haven't seen you in days, bro!"

 "Yeah, I was....I dunno...busy,"  I shrugged.  "So what happens now, do we go get set up or some shit?"

 "Oh, I can get the others to do that,"  he assured me.  "If you guys want anything to drink, we've got some beer in the fridge."

 "Not for long you don't,"  Max announced, grabbing me and pulling me into the house.

 "Wow, somebody's eager,"  I said sarcastically, following him into the back room.  "Hey, Max?"

 "What?"  he turned back to face me, leaning against the huge fridge.  Which was exactly what I'd wanted.

 "You need to do something about that whore of a girlfriend,"  I told him, and kissed him, passionately, urgently, the thrill that we could be interrupted at any moment just making it more exciting.....and dangerous.

 "We should hurry, it's like, twenty past..."  Max mumbled, falling back onto his elbows on top of the fridge.

 "Fuck the gig, I don't wanna hurry,"  I moaned, pulling away and staring at him.  "I wanna stay here forever and ever."

 "What, in Bry's back room?"  Max giggled slightly, shaking his head in despair.  "I don't think that would work, Ronnie."

 "Oh...I do,"  I shot back.  I wasn't giving up that easy.

 "You're such a pain in the ass,"  he sighed.  

 "Yeah well, next time ya know to bring lube, right?"  I joked, walking out of the room before he could answer.  Halfway down the corridor, I met Rob walking down to the back room.

 "I was told to find you and Max asap, Bryan's brother wants us on in five,"  he said shortly, and walked away.  Jeez, what the fuck was his problem?"

REEEAAALLLYYY sorry about how short it is, it just seemed a really good place to let Krystal take over.  

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So, I am just gonna say this.  People hate me for supporting Ronnie Radke.  I don't really care anymore.  I love Ronnie Radke, and I know people are gonna sit there and criticize me for it.  I just don't care.  He is one of my heroes and the lyrics to his songs mean a lot to me.  So that's just who I am so I hope all of you can respect that.  And just like his music helped me and got me through everything, I support Ronnie for life.  His fans get him through his tough times.  And I wanna support him.  And I always hear people bad talk him and that shit, and I don't wanna deal with it.  So please respect that about me.  <3

Ronnie's POV

  We stayed at Epitaph HQ pretty much all day, Mandy took us to find Joey and then left us to go find "Brett" who was, apparently, the one in charge of the company.  It was a pity I hadn't got her number while I had the chance, but it didn't occur to me til later.

  Simrin took us into a rehearsal room and told us to plug in, warm up and then show him some of the material we had ready.  It wasn't much, we played "Chariot of fire";  "I can swing a mic" and "Not good enough".  We had a couple of others but chose not to perform them right then.  

  After we'd done the songs, Simrin told us he wanted to strip down one of the tracks - he picked "I can swing a mic" for some reason.  Stripping down basically meant we had to perform bits of the song separately, namely the guitar solo and the end, where me, Max and Omar all sang/screamed different parts.  He worked us pretty hard, but he kept going on that it would "make us better peformers".  When he finally let us go for something to eat, he made us promise to be back in an hour so we could finish the stripping down and then have a talk about which songs would be on the ep (yeah, I'd actually got my own fucking way about the ep....there's a surprise).

 "He hasn't even heard all the songs yet, he's gotta be kidding about the track listing for this ep,"  Omar exclaimed as we left the building.  "I mean, he seems like a good choice for a manager, but we don't want, like, just three songs on there, do we?"

 "Yeah, man, it's like...we do need to give the fans something thats actually fucking worth their money, right?"  Max agreed.  "Hey, Ronnie - which songs d'you think we should put on there?  We could do 'Make up'...'Chariot of fire'..."  I wasn't even listening though, to be honest; I'd just spotted Mandy, walking out of the building behind us.  I hesitated, then made a quick decision.

 "You guys go on, I just realised...I think I left my phone in Simrin's office,"  I told the others as we got around the corner.  They all stopped simaultaneously, turning to me.

 "But...how will you know where to find us?"  Monte asked.

 "I'll call one of you,"  I shrugged.  "Look, we've only got an hour - and that includes finding somewhere to actually eat."

 "Good point, we should get going,"  Rob agreed.  "Alright, dude, make sure you call us as soon as you've found your phone."

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever,"  I replied, turning and beginning to walk back to the HQ.  "See ya later." 

  As soon as I'd rounded the corner, out of sight of the others, I glanced around and then, spotting Mandy crouching down, doing up her shoe in the middle of the grounds, began to walk over to her.

 "Hey,"  I greeted her when I reached her.  She straightened up and smiled suggestively at me.

 "We meet again, Mr Radke.  Let me guess, you were going to ask me out for dinner earlier, then forgot?  What a pity...but here you are now!"  I was momentarily caught off guard, it was usually me who proposed going out somewhere.  I regained myself almost instantaneously though, taking her hand and leading her over to the side of the building.

 "Actually I was gonna ask if I could have your number, but dinner is just as good,"  I grinned back.  "So how did your meeting with this Brett guy go?  Business related, or what?"

 "Are you implying something other than business here, Mr Radke?"  she asked innocently, then giggled slightly.  "It was about work, you know.  I'm a kind of stylist...well, hairdresser really, but I can do make up and clothes etc if I have to.  So anyway, I needed to find some new work, and he put me on to doing the hair and make up for a band called I Am Ghost.  Apparently they're quite gothic in the image they want, so it could be fun.  How was your meeting with Joey?"

 "Okay I guess, he just made us play some of our songs and everything,"  I shrugged, feeling in my jacket pocket for my smokes.  "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?  Not that I care or anything...."

 "Oh my, not gonna play nice, huh?"  she winked, edging closer to me.  "Only if I can borrow one.  Well, have one - I don't expect you'll want it back after, right?"

 "Want what back?"  I asked, not really listening.  "Shit, there's only one left....wanna share?"

 "Oh, what a coincidence.  Go for it, I hope you're prepared to get lipstick on your lips though."  Was she implying what I thought she was?  Fuck, this girl was too damn hot.

 "Look sweetie,"  I turned to her, putting my hands on the wall behind her, either side of her head.  "I've had worse than lipstick.  Take it so I can light it?"  Mandy took the cigarette and placed it between her lips - hell, she even managed to make the simplest gesture look sexy.

 "So, d'you have a girlfriend?"  she questioned, taking a dainty drag on the cigarette before handing it to me.  I leant against the wall next to her, putting all thoughts of Chasey out of my mind.  

 "That depends....you got a boyfriend?"

 "Ooohh, nice one.  Well honey, all I'm gonna say for now is that I'm always up for a bit of fun.  In fact..."  she produced a pen from completely out of nowhere and proceeded to scribble a mobile number on my hand.  "...Call me sometime, sugar.  Ready when you are,"  and with that, she turned on her heel and walked quickly away.  I stared after her in total shock, then, shaking my head in disbelief, glanced down at the numbers written on my hand.  What the fuck just happened?  I'd just almost been asked out by an extremely cute girl....forgetting that I already practically had an extremely cute girlfriend.  Had I actually just met my match in romance?  

  Oh, fuck.

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  I ended up not calling the others in the end; I wasn't particularly hungry and it just meant wasting time walking to wherever they were.  So when they came wandering back an hour later, I was sitting outside with a coffee and a cigarette, texting Nason cause I was so bored.

 "What the hell, Ronnie, you were meant to call us, bro!"  Robert exclaimed, sitting down next to me.

 "Yeah, I know....I couldn't be fucked, and I wasn't that hungry anyway,"  I shrugged.  Max gave me a sharp look.

 "What did you do then?  Sat around texting - who is it?  Nason - for an hour?"

 "Pretty much,"  I grinned.  That was a complete lie, all I'd actually done was go get some more ciggies, come back and sat around smoking for the rest of the time.

 "D'you guys wanna go in then?"  Monte suggested, glancing at his watch.  Me and Rob stood up and we all wandered into the building, back to the room we'd been in before.  Joey turned up, literally, thirty seconds later.

 "Alright guys, you ready to get back to work then?"  he asked, sitting down in one of the few, hard plastic chairs scattered around the room.  "I think we should start thinking about what songs you want to put on the album - sorry Ronnie, - the ep.  D'you want to plug in and show me the rest of what you've got ready to perform?"  I rolled my eyes as we obediantly started setting up again.  We were just using equipment Joey had managed to find somewhere, so it didn't sound that great - but it saved us having to bring all the guitars and shit with us.

 "Hey guys, what rhymes with "passion"?"  I asked, adjusting the mic stand to the right height, then turning back to the others.

 "Crashing?  Trashing?"  Monte suggested as he turned his amp on.  "Oh wait, if you want an exact rhyme....uhh, fashion?"

 "Fashion's good, I'll stick with that."  I typed it into a message draft on my phone, meaning to save it for the half written song I'd been thinking about for the last week or something.  

  We started the list of three remaining songs with 'Make up', which went fine, and then went straight into 'As you're falling down'.  The difference was that this time, I think we all knew that we wouldn't have to strip down any of the songs, so we were all trying really hard to make them sound awesome.  Until we got to "The structure falls."

  'The structure falls' was a pretty personal song, being one of the first I'd ever written.  I'd done it about two years ago, as something for one of me and Max's previous (failed) bands, but it hadn't got much further than our rehearsal rooms.  We didn't play it live, simply cause it was quite hard to get into at first - it had a lot of screaming and rough backing vocals, and me and Omar would have to switch performance roles near the end, cause to be honest, he could scream a lot better than I could.

 "Alright, this song actually uses a keyboard, but since we don't have one in this exact room we'll forget it,"  I announced to Joey.  He nodded and Rob hit his cymbal four times, starting us off.  I knew something wasn't right as soon as I sang the first words; "Save the scars, Hide your face..."  Joey let us go on for a few bars, then waved his hands, gesturing for us to stop.

 "Okay, no offence guys, even though you only showed me that much, I don't think it sounds quite...well, right.  You know what I mean?  It's just-"

 "I can't sing it right,"  I said shortly, putting the mic back in the stand.  Max glanced over anxiously.

 "Why not, you were singing it earlier."

 "I don't fucking know!  That was before we took 'I can swing a mic' apart,"  I retorted.  "I dunno why, I can't scream for long periods of time and then be expected to sing like fucking Freddie Mercury.  D'you wanna try it again?"

 "Ronnie....we're not asking you to sing like Freddie Mercury,"  Rob interjected, no doubt thinking he was helping things.  "We know it's not in your vocal range, so we don't do that kinda stuff."

 "Ya know, Rob, thats probably making him feel so much more fucking confident,"  Max told him sarcastically.  "Don't worry about it, Rad - if you can't do it it's no big deal."

 "Yeah, we'll just scrap the whole song, why not,"  Robert muttered, even more sarcastically than Max.

 "SHUT UP,"  I yelled.  I was quite prepared to continue, but Rob quickly started the song, and I had no choice but to sing it.

 "Save the scars, hide your face I've done, read your mind, well my perception on des- oh for FUCKS SAKE,"  I yelled and threw the microphone on the floor, then stormed out of the room.

Max's POV

 "Now you've fucking done it,"  I accused Rob crossly, turning my amplifier off and straightening up to remove my guitar from around my neck.

 "Where d'you think he's gone?"  Joey asked, standing up, looking a bit worried.

 "Out for a smoke,"  Omar put in.  "Max, can you go calm him down, see if he'll come back?  Even if he can't do it right now, we still need to talk about the ep tracks and shit."

 "Sure, sure, consider it done,"  I drawled and walked out of the room.

  I found Ronnie, as I'd expected, sitting outside smoking.  

 "Hey, you okay, dude?"  I asked, sitting down next to him and getting my own pack of cigarettes out. 

 "I've smoked way too much of these today,"  he said to nobody in particular, completely ignoring me.  I rolled my eyes.

 "Fine, be like that then,"  I snorted, pretending to be hurt.  " 'S okay, I never loved you anyway."

 "Shut up,"  he told me, lighting my ciggie off his own.  "You're interrupting my thoughts, and that's not a good idea."

 "Okayyy, what are you thinking so hard about then?"  Ronnie didn't answer right away; when he did, he sounded distant, not really with it.

 "D'you think me and Chasey would make a good couple?"  I thought for a few moments, then shrugged.

 "When you forget that neither of you can go five minutes without criticising each other, then yeah.  I think you and Chasey would have, like, one of those love/hate relationships....why?"

 "I dunno, I was just thinking....would she really find someone else while we're over here, and she's back in Vegas?"  I stared at him in complete disbelief, then shook my head and started laughing.

 "Don't tell me you want me to say yeah, cause you've found someone else.  Oh god, Ronnie, you gotta be fucking kidding me....who is it?"

 "Dude, shut up,"  Ronnie exclaimed, pushing me away.  "What d'you think of Mandy?"  I sat up sharply, glancing over to see if he was serious.

 "Why, ohh wait.....you - and Mandy?  Wow, that didn't take you long, man.  Let me guess...you didn't really leave your phone behind, you just wanted to see her again?  Oh - listen, I just had the most awesome idea!  You take Mandy back to Vegas, get her and Chasey drunk and you got a prefect threesome!  Haha, I'm a genius."

 "MAX.  Shut up, quit being such a fucking dick.  Actually, ya know what?  Even doing that rehearsal wasn't as bad as listening to you."

 "Alright!"  I cried enthusiastically.  "You wanna go back in then?"  I swear, I felt so incredibly proud of myself when Ronnie stood up, stubbed out his cigarette and headed back into the building.  Max Green = evil genius, am I right? 

Max's POV

Studying for tests is not cool, it seemed like time was going as slow as possible for me, barely an hour passed and I was already bored. I stared at the homework before me on the bed. Homework, and study for test? The teachers are either on crack or they have it in for the students.
I went and put on some music, it helped for a while. But then I was just too bored. I ended up texting Ronnie.

Hey I'm bored shitless! studying and homework sucks dick!

I knew that would get his attention, with Ronnie you always gotta a be a little rude. I sang along to the lyrics and Ronnie's song popped into my head again.
"I know, you love to resist, and all it takes is a kiss and you just
Love to hate me
You know, you love all the lies, so don’t act surprised but I just
Love to hate you..."

The more I thought about it the more I realised that Nicola was just that to me, and as mean as it sounds, I just used her to get into bed. Not that she wasn't doing the same thing.
My phone vibrated my whole leg, giving me a fright. I almost fell off the bed, but I regained my composure and opened up the new message on my phone.

Me too, your lucky u don't have to put up my bro tho...argh!! and if homework sucks dick then what can I do?

I felt face getting extremely hot. The blush creeped up slowly again. I thought of something that would get him thinking.

Use ur imagination Ronnie, just use it and surprise me :P I'll see you tomorrow at school.

Its only two days until this party, I fell asleep just dreading how 'interesting' it would be'.

***

Somebody was shaking me, I groaned, whacking whoever it was with my spare pillow.

"Come on Maxiepad, time for school!" Robert exclaimed, in a very annoying sing-song voice. Oh god.

"You know you are not the person I want to wake up to in the morning" I said, sitting up.

"Awww, that hurts! Now get up!"

"What if I told you I was naked?" I asked him, he didn't have the chance to answer.

"Let me join!" Ronnie yelled from the hall. What are they all doing at my house at 8 am? Ronnie walked into the room.

"We're not having an orgy, and I am leaving, I know you two are close...but I don't want to be a risk of seeing your dick, Max" Robert said.

"You wish!" I yelled after him. He rolled his eyes, he closed the door behind him, probably for his and Monte's sake. Me and Ronnie have been friends for too long for this to be weird. Plus I was wearing underwear anyway. I stepped out of my bed, Ronnie walked over to me, a big grin on his face.

"What have you got planned?" I whispered cause he was right up close to my face.

"Nothing much" He whispered back, attaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back for a second before he ran his mouth down the side of my face to my neck. All of a sudden he started biting it, I held back a moan. He placed his hands on my hips, working one of his hands slowly into my boxers.

"You know they really don't hide much" He whispered, wrapping his hands around my boner. He started stroking me, slowly at first, but earning a moan from lips, he rubbed faster.
He did until I came in his hand. I was a little out of breath.

"I know it was that imaginative, but hey, I'm no poet"
As if, the songs he writes are brilliant.

"I'm gonna get dressed now, no tight jeans today!" I announced. He laughed and left me to my own devices. I hope he washed his hands before he joined Monte and Robert.

When I eventually did, they were on my porch.

"I thought you were skipping today Ronnie" I said to him.

"I am, but I thought it would be funny to see you woken up by Robert" He replied, laughing.

"Thanks, just what I needed on the morning of my test"

"I'm sure you'll be fine"
Yeah, I'll be fine cause I'll be thinking of Ronnie all day. Shit, what will I do when I see Nicola?

Comments please, me and Krystal already have the next two written out and I'm starting chapter 13 today, so more comments = more/quicker updates :)

I'M SOOO SORRY!!!!!  This has been wayyy too long in coming; I've been kinda depressed lately, and really busy...and tired...and stressed...but whatever.  I'm officially dedicating this one to elizarofl411 for writing a journal promoting this story :)  Not sure when the next one will be up but I think Krystal's sending me Max's POV for Gorgeous tomorrow XD

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Ronnie's POV

Saturday morning.

  I got to the hotel the guys were staying in at about five to ten, the next morning.  They obviously weren't outside yet - I could see that - and none of the taxis waiting by the pavement seemed to be reserved for anyone.  I sat down on the cold pavement, leaning against the hotel wall and decided to wait for the others.  Hopefully they wouldn't be long.  I was used to the winters in Vegas, having lived there all my life - I'd been through colder temperatures than this, but whatever, I still hated the cold.

  I missed Chasey.  And I was cold, and pissed off, and still a bit wrecked from last night.  I felt in my pocket for my smokes, pulled one out and lit it.  As I took a drag on it, the hotel door opened and Max practically fell out.

 "Ronnie rawkstar!"  he screeched and threw himself down next to me as Omar, Monte and Rob came out to join us.  

 "Hey 'Ronnie rawkstar',"  Omar grinned, taking my cigarette from between my fingers and inhaling.  I rolled my eyes.

 "That's mine...why's everyone call me that anyway?"  I whined.  "I swear you guys just sit around when I'm not there, making up ridiculous nicknames for me.  Nason called me 'Ron-Ron' last night."  Max and Rob cracked up laughing, even Monte smiled a bit.  I scowled at them; I hadn't meant it to be funny.

 "We'll have to get Chasey on the case too,"  Rob smirked.  "What would she think up, I wonder...Darling Ronnie...Ronnie baby..."

 "Ronnie-wonnie,"  Monte suggested.  Max literally collapsed with laughter - I don't even know how he managed it, since he was already sitting down.  I stared hard at Monte until even Max quit giggling, then said, between clenched teeth;

 "Promise me you won't ever say that again, Monte.  Seriously, the only reason I'm not gonna kick your ass right now is that I can't be fucked with the effort of getting up and walking over to you."

 "Imna call you that all the time now,"  Max smirked, suddenly wriggling closer to me.  "God, why's it so fucking cold?!  I wanna go home..."

 "So do I,"  Rob suddenly moaned, hopping up and down with his arms crossed.  "I don't like LA...I want Jess."

 "I want Chasey,"  I sighed.

 "I want Saskia,"  Max anounced, not wanting to be left out.  I stuck my tongue out at him; he did exactly the same back.

 "I want-"  Omar began, but just then a rather distinctive taxi pulled up by the edge of the pavement.  The driver wound down his window.

 "You guys the band?"  I glanced at the others, then shrugged.

 "We're Escape the Fate, I think we need to get to Epitaph Records headquarters...Joey something was meant to be meeting us here..."

 "Joey Simrin?  He's our new manager,"  Max put in.  The driver's face suddenly cleared.

 "Oh right, yeah - I've been sent to pick you guys up then.  You gonna get in?"

 "I bet he's gonna kidnap us and make our parents pay ransoms,"  Monte muttered as Omar opened the door and climbed in.  I rolled my eyes.

 "Yeah, like my dad would ever pay a ransom to fucking "rescue" me from evil kidnappers.  Go on, get in."  I climbed in after him; surprisingly, the cab was actually bigger than it looked.

 "I'm renaming this thing The Tardis,"  I told Max, matter of factly, putting my feet up on him (he was actually sitting backwards, behind the driver).  He doubled over immediately.

 "Holy shit, Ronnie - that was my fucking crotch."  Me and Omar started cackling with laughter as the driver eased the cab away from the kerb and stepped on the gas.

 "That was the point,"  I said sarcastically as Max flipped me off.  "Hey, dude - when are we getting to....wherever it is?"  

 "When you get there,"  the driver yelled back.  I rolled my eyes in disbelief; it seemed that while the rest of America had rude taxi drivers, LA had weird, witty ones who no doubt thought they were being smart with their comebacks.

 "LA is freaking me out, dude,"  I told Omar.  He snorted with laughter.

 "Yeah, well, Vegas freaks me out all the time.  How d'you even manage to live there?"

 "Dunno...guess you get used to it really,"  I shrugged.  "I just hope Simrin hasn't forgotten about us, anyway."

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When we got to Epitaph HQ, the cab driver basically kicked us out, after making us pay of course, then got the hell out of there.  Leaving the five of us standing outside, in the cold, with no idea of what to do next.

 "D'you think we should go in?"  Monte said quietly.  Nobody answered; I think we were all wondering the same thing.

 "I dunno, but I need a fucking smoke, man."  I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and offered one to Max and Omar.  But - seriously, the moment we lit up, the main door of the building opened, and a girl stepped out.  She had dark hair and she was wearing a short leather jacket and a black skirt ending a couple of inches above her knees - that was pretty much all I could make out from where we were stood.  She glanced around for a few moments, then, apparently noticing us, walked over.

 "Hey - are you guys waiting here for anyone?"  she asked, glancing around at all of us.  God she was cute.  She was short, really short, she had big blue eyes and jet black hair, and even though she had a scarf on, I could see part of a tattoo on her neck...coincidentally the opposite side to my latest one.  

 "We're meant to be meeting Joey Simrin,"  I replied, smiling slightly, sarcastically.  "He was supposed to come to our hotel, but he sent a fucking taxi instead....so we're not really sure what to do right now.  Wanna give us some help, seeing as we're new to this whole thing?"

 "Why not,"  she smiled back.  "After all, it's not every day I have to pay Brett a visit - and end up helping five cute band members out with some shit.  I assume you guys are in a band, right?"

 "Yeah, Joey's gonna help us record an ep or something today,"  Max grinned.  "We're Escape the Fate - Rob Ortiz, Omar Ortiz, Ronnie Radke, Monte Money...and me, Max Green.  Do us the pleasure of telling us your name?"

 "Mandy,"  she replied softly, still staring at me, even though Max had spoken.  "Mandy Murders

Alright so thing's have changed a lot for the past week. My Twitter was deleted so I do have a brand new one everyone come follow me at http://www.twitter.com/bradradkefir . Then you Escape The Fate and Falling In Reverse Fans the current users for these bands are on Twitter now so go check out and follow these guys

Escape The Fate - http://www.twitter.com/escapethefate

Craig Mabbitt - http://www.twitter.com/caige

Max Green - http://www.twitter.com/max_the_ripper

Falling In Reverse - http://www.twitter.com/fallinginrevers

Ronnie Radke - http://www.twitter.com/ronnieradkefir

Nason (Nasty) - http://www.twitter.com/nastyofficial

Jacky - http://www.twitter.com/jackyfir

Ronnie's POV

  After Max's parents got back, there didn't seem to be much hope of doing anything with Max, but his mom invited me to stay for dinner, and it would have been rude to refuse.  Even though most of the time I couldn't be bothered with politeness I always put it on for my mates parents.  Pretty much everyone in our part of town knew my reputation as a total bad kid, I didn't see why I should give them what they wanted.  Max's parents were cool anyway.

  So yeah, we just sat in Max's room for a while, holding hands and talking about random shit or, sometimes just sitting quietly.  It sounds horribly romantic, but it wasn't really like that, it was just really nice.

  About half an hour after we'd finished dinner, I made an excuse to leave.  I really didn't want to, but my dad would be mad if I was home late on a school night.  

  Max walked down to the end of his parents drive with me.

 "Looking forward to Bryan's brother's party tomorrow then?"  Max asked, stopping as we got to the pavement.

 "Oh.  Yeah.  To be honest, I actually forgot all about it,"  I grinned.  "D'you wanna skip school and do another rehearsal?"

 "Can't,"  he shook his head ruefully.  "I've got some test to do tomorrow."  I rolled my eyes...I'd forgotten how annoying Max's year was about tests and stuff.  It had been the same for me when I was 16 though, and there wasn't much we could do about it.

 "You suck,"  I told him.  "Alright, I'm skipping anyway, there's no point now me and Sophie aren't dating."

 "What about me?"  he pouted.  "You could make the effort just to see me, you know.  After all, you did kiss me earlier on."

 "Aaww, Max...quit confusing me,"  I groaned, running my fingers through my hair.  "You've got Nic - and if we start making out at school, everyone'll freak out and start fucking us about.  Not that I regret kissing you, but we can't show it."

 "Yeah, I know, I know.  Alright, well, call me sometime,"  he sighed, and turned to go back inside.  I grabbed his arm.

 "Where d'you think you're going, Maxwell?"

 "Oh...yeah, 'course,"  he smiled and kissed me quickly.  "I gotta go in, my parents might think I've sneaked out or something.  And with this test tomorrow..."   

 "Fuck the stupid test,"  I growled in frustration.  "Right, cool.  See ya then."  

 " 'Bye, Ronnie....I-I love you,"  he called as I began walking down the pavement.  I turned to reply but he was already heading back inside.

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  The next morning, I was woken by my alarm going off.  I sat up and stared tiredly at it, then shrugged, turned it off and glanced around.  I'd fallen asleep sitting up in bed, watching a film on my brother Jake's laptop, so my head and neck were now killing me.  The laptop had apparently shut down sometime in the night, so I closed it, put it on the floor, took my jeans off and got back into bed, meaning to go back to sleep.

  I didn't get long to try though; a few minutes later, the door flew open and my second oldest brother Danny walked in.

 "Aha, you're awake,"  he grinned, grabbing Jake's laptop and pulling my covers off with his other hand.  "Time for school, bitch."

 "Fuck off, Danny,"  I groaned, closing my eyes again.  "I'm not going today.  Tell dad I'm sick or something...whatever."

 "Dad's kinda pissy at you,"  Danny smirked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.  "He thinks you're gay cause you spend so much time with Max."  I sat up straight and stared at my brother in disbelief.

 "He what?!?  Oh man...I don't believe this.  I break up with Sophie not even twenty four hours ago, I go over to hang out with Max and all of a sudden I'm gay?  What the fuck, dude?  How does that even work out?"

 "I dunno,"  Danny shrugged, still smirking a bit.  "You have been acting really weird recently though.  Anything you wanna tell me, bro?"

 "No!"  I insisted sharply, falling back onto the mattress.  "I'm not gay, period.  End of discussion.  Can I have a smoke?"  

 "Whatever,"  he drawled, tossing me a pack of malboros.  I pulled a face; I hated smoking malboros.  

 "I'm still not going to school,"  I told him, rolling over and fishing about in my jeans pocket for my lighter.  "There's no point.  I'm failing in pretty much everything anyway."

 "Including seducing Max?"  Danny giggled, jumping up and wandering out of the room.  "Dad won't be happy."

 "FUCK OFF,"  I yelled, jumping up and slamming the door behind him.  Deep down I was kinda worried though, I mean, if my dad gets pissy about even thinking I'm gay...what will happen when he finds out about me and Max?

  Was just two kisses even enough to account for "me and Max"? 

COMMENTS!!!!  And I'm not updating Promise til I get a minimum of 3 comments.

YO EVERYBODY! Ok it's a long blog, I know that but it's not acutally that long there is just quite an amount of pictures at the bottom, BUT DON'T SCROLL DOW YET!, that are rewards for reading my blog and hopefully commenting so I can have something to do

OK SOOOOO!

I haven't blogged in a while, I've been reading heaps of fanfictions and I kind of went slack on my own one because I couldn't be fucked... But um yeah

I have the day off school today because I feel sick so I figured yay! opportunity for massive update!

Okay so I've been having laptop troubles because I broke my charger and then I was using my mom's and she got my a new one but it wasn't working and now my mom's in Sydney and she took her charger with her

"Then how are you blogging Liana?" You may ask

WELL It's because God loves me... even though I hate him and refuse to even consider the possibility he is real so now my new charger is working but not working... it's really complicated

ANYWAYS! I've been reading loads of fanfics, go check the out they are pretty awesome. I'll try n' link somewhere

I also thought since I was away from school I would reveal more of myself to you guys!

So if you don't know I was actualy diagnosed with Dyslexia 3 years ago now but don't worry I'm not like actually retarded or anything, just a little screwed up in the brain but you wouldn't be able to tell.

I had to do these stupid excercises and shit like that for 3 hours a day, 5 days a week for 10 weeks to get better and stuff - Haha I said get better it makes it sound like an illness - and it comes back heavy now and again but it's all good

I WAS ALSO! Diagnosed with obsession over Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel... it's a real condition, it's true

And I got over that late last year but I'm getting back into Angel soooooooooooo bad! I wwatched all of Season 5 yesterday - that probably why I feel sick, I got like no sleep - and yeah today I'm my dad was like

"Liana stop watching that crap, it's what's making you sick"

N' I was like

"Fine I'll watch AmazingPhil"

AMAZING PHIL! Ok so one of my best friends, Ami - who I have mentioned in my blogs a lot - likes a lot of people I hate.

This includes

- Bill Kaulitz

- Tom Kaulitz

- Jared Leto

- Craig Mabbitt

AND A LOT MORE! But basically she likes a lot of stupid people... BUT AMAZING PHIL IS NOT ONE OF THEM!

She always talked about him and stuff and I was like fine I'll go hit him up - oh he's a youtuber by the way - and I am seriously loving him right now, but I think he's gay? - and I mean that as I think Ami mentioned it once, not he's really girly so he's gay

He's hilarious and awesome, go hit him up on youtube, I'll link it somewhere or whatever. So I'm on an Amazing Phil high and before I was watching Swifty a lot, AND AMAZING PHIL WAS IN EPISODE 27 OMG

Anyways so yeah, and talking about people I hate, AMI decided she was going to start liking Craig Mabbitt

So I decided to teach her a bit of her own medicine - I don't know how that works, it's really nothing like the saying - and made this

Anyway so she was convinced it was fake but was totally giving into what I was saying - yes it is fake no need to check - so I got a team of specialists - my cousin Jesse, he lives with me - to photo shop me some images

*Now if you don't like explicit content I advise you to look away or scroll down*

And then I sent her this and made it my dp on msn

She got really angry and told me to take it down

... and as a friend I had to but then I said

"Hey if there was a pic of Mychem sucking dick it would be my dp"

n' she's like

"Oh yeah as if you're just saying that because you know there are no pictures of that"

... she challenged me so I had to except. So I got my awesome team of specialists to do me another favour and we came up with this!

I love it. - Hahaha that's so bad - Now I'm sorry if this upsets you... but I thik it's a fucking masterpeice hahaha

So I just thought that I should show you what my screwed life is these days

YES OMG SHE SAID THESE DAYS! Do you know why?!?!?!?!

omg yes that's right I used to be 'POPULAR'!??!?! crazy shit huh

Well since my mom made me dye my hair lighter - because we made an agreemnt that she'll overlook me failing math if I do so - so I decided you know what fuck her. SO I'm going to actually try and get some pics of myself, or anything in my life that I feel like showing you guys and stick that shit up here

So you guys wanna see what I as a person look like?

OF COURSE you do because it's actually pretty funny

AND this is my first one, this is me nearly exactly one year ago - it's sad -

And this is me just a couple of weeks ago

So yeah... it's true look what can happen in just a year, go from a pretty blonde who looks after her appearence and has awards on her wall, to a tard in a Winnie the Pooh beanie

Anyways so yeah

Comment please, I don't care what you say, say something completely random, say you hate me, yell at me for saying Craig Mabbitt sucks bawls

Wait did you mean Craig Mabbitt sucks balls

PLEASE! Just someone fucking entertain me!