Why Scream, It's Over

Okay, this is the first Ronnie Radke Fanfiction I have ever written, so I apologise if it's not really up to scratch. It's going to include old escape the fate for the sole reason that I know more about those guys than I do Falling In Reverse. I completely hate the whole argument thing as I love both bands, so I'd appreciate it if you kept all of your hate comments for either band away from this. Thanks for reading this and I'll let the story commence now.

Chapter One

"Ronnie, you fucking dare" I squealed, curling up in a ball, so he wouldn't be able to act on his threats. "These jeans are new."

"I know" He stated, grinning from ear to ear. "That's why I'm going to wash them for you."

"Chlorine will ruin the damn things" I shouted as he threw my writhing body over his shoulder. "Come on, don't be a bastard."

"No matter what you say, I'm still going to do it" He laughed, stopping when he reached the edge of the pool. "I'm really going to enjoy this." He jumped. Taking a deep breath, I was submerged by the water with Ronnie's arms locked tightly around me. He helped me get back to the surface and led me to the side, so I could catch my breath.

"Ronnie, you are a dick" I shouted, slapping the water, so it splashed him in the face. "I'm devoting the tattoo I have on my back to you." On my back, I have some pretty brutal lyrics in black elaborate ink. I had the words: 'Oh, the bullets gone. I take this spade, I slit your throat. You fall into your grave, I cover up my tracks. I'm done, I won't kill again. I said that's it, I'm done.'

"I know how much you love that tattoo, so I'll take it as a compliment" Ronnie sighed, pushing himself out of the pool and sitting on the edge. I followed him and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

"Do you want a smoke?" I asked, holding out the box. He took one as I flicked the lighter and lit my own before lighting his. Ah, relief. Cigarettes were my escape from everything. I felt the same about alcohol.

"Do you want to go to the beach?" Ronnie asked after taking a long drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from my face. "Might be fun and we can use your fake ID to get some beer for tonight."

"Sounds like a plan, but what am I supposed to do about clothes?" I asked, gesturing to my soaking wet clothes.

"I've got some of your old clothes that you left here when you spent the night" He answered, stubbing his cigarette out and leading me into his house and up to his room. When he brought my clothes out, I was pretty shocked. It was a pair of shorts and a tee that read 'may contain scenes of a sexual nature.' Well, it does sound like something I would wear. I took my clothes from him and headed to his bathroom to get changed.

Within ten minutes, we were driving down to the beach listening to a heavy metal band and smoking another cigarette. It was a hot day, so the windows were rolled down to get the smell of smoke out of the car. I can't stand the smell of smoke, but it's just a habit now.

A few moments later, Ronnie stopped the car and got out. I followed him out and took a deep breath of sand, sweat and ocean. This is everything that I love about Nevada. Well, I love the clubs and bars, but the ocean is something that I just can't live without. He took my hand in his and led me down to the sea as I disposed of our cigarettes in the sand. We found a secluded spot in one of the caves where we could get changed in out swimwear, so we could swim in the sea. I pulled my brown hair into a loose bun and tightened the balls on my hip piercings before taking the first steps into the ocean.

"Fuck, it's cold" Ronnie mumbled, walking behind me, his hands resting lightly on my hips. Well, that's Ronnie. He doesn't share the same passion as I do for the sea, but he tries. You can't blame a guy for trying. We were at the point where the waves started to break. This was my favourite part. I pulled Ronnie closer to me making sure that the wave was going to take him out too.

"Get ready, Ronnie" I laughed just before one slammed into me, sending me hurtling back to the shore with Ronnie's arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Hey, I've got something to show you, Monica" A voice shouted just as I stood up. When I turned around, I spotted a guy with black hair covering his eyes with an alkaline trio shirt on. It was Max Green. He was practically my sidekick in every bit of trouble I've ever gotten into in school. If I started the food fight, he's there to blame it on the kid who sits in the corner of the lunch room by himself.

"What do you want?" I asked as I walked over to where he stood by the clump of clothes that belonged to me and Ronnie. He simply held out his arms, pride washing over his face as I stared at his wrist at the elaborate black ink. Squinting, I managed to read 'Why Scream It's Over.'

"Aha, so you actually got the matching tattoo" I laughed as I stuck my arm out next to his, so I could look at them both together. It was the first tattoo I had ever gotten and I had been waving it in front of Max's face because he was jealous of the fact that I had one and he didn't. Every day I used to say the words to him to annoy him. It held some significance to our friendship. Ronnie looked on at us as though we were going insane.

"You two are so weird" He commented. "One minute you guys hate each other and then you guys have matching tattoos." He shook his head at us, a smile playing at his lips as he wrapped his arm around me. "Are we getting the beer now?"

"You have no patience" I chastised as I rummaged around the pockets of my shorts to find my wallet which held the fake ID. "Hey, Max, are you coming to the gathering at Ronnie's house?"

"If there's some alcohol and music then yes I am" He answered. I nodded as I pulled my shirt back on. It was a shame that this trip to the beach was a short lived one. Well, I would have to drag Ronnie back here another day when the weather was this good again.

"There will be, but not too much" I warned as I held up my finger to stop their alcohol rant. "I have an exam tomorrow and I intend to do well in it." Max scoffed at me as he followed me to an off license just down the road.

"Why did you have to befriend the good girl, Ronnie?" Max asked as he shook his head at me. "It's just sad to watch her waste her life on education." You see, Max is probably worse than I am even though it's me who always starts all the trouble. He's the quiet bad kid.

"Hey, when I'm a rich business woman, you'll realise that my choices were good ones" I defended, but only to receive a disbelieving stare.

"When we're rich guys in bands, you'll realise that our choices to get drunk and listen to music were the right ones" Max joked as he strode over to a six pack of beer and took it over to the counter.

"Have you got any ID?" The man behind the desk asked as he looked at us all with a sceptical glare. His tattooed hand outstretched towards me to take a look at the card I held out in front of him. With one quick glance at the picture and birth year, he handed the beer. "Thanks for shopping with us." Without so much as a 'thank you,' I turned on my heel and followed Ronnie and Max straight back out.

"So, what exam do you have tomorrow?" Max asked as he took the beer from me. He was always the gentleman too. He'd take your coat when you came into the house, he'd offer you a drink and he respects your privacy.

"A business studies one. It's pretty important, though." I sighed. "I really want to pass this."

"What's gotten you so wrapped up in all of this?" Ronnie asked. Sometimes it was hard to make them understand. They were always so against education and had their heads set on music, but I wanted other things. I wanted to go down a path that was totally different to them.

"It's my life, Ronnie" I laughed. "If I don't pass this exam, I'm not going to get to do what I want." I wanted to be part of a business. I wanted to work my way to the top and build a name for myself.

"If you don't pass, you can just be our merch girl" Ronnie assured. Goodness, the idea sounded daunting. There was no way I could be a merch girl. I'd go insane, but it could maybe work in my favour. If I was a merch girl, I could get into the designing part of it and it would kind of be like owning my own business.

"Thanks, Ronnie, but I think I'll just pass." I said as we made it back to the car with Max in the back this time. The windows were rolled down and another cigarette was in my mouth. "I think I'm going to quit smoking." Ronnie gave me a sideways glance as he laughed.

"You couldn't do it" He laughed. "You're way too addicted now."

"Oh, yeah?" I questioned, taking the cigarette from my mouth and throwing it out of the car window. "From here on out, I am not going to smoke another cigarette." Ronnie gave me a knowing look. This hadn't been the first time I had tried to quit and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"Just wait for a few more hours" He sighed, turning the corner to get onto his street. "You'll be begging for one by the end of the night."

"Jeez, it's nice to know how much faith you have in me." I scoffed. "No, I can do this if I truly want to." He parked the car and pointed at me to get out. We began to walk up his lawn when the front door opened and his dad came out with a dog on a leash.

"Hey, Monica" He greeted. "Ah, Max, it's been a while." Ronnie's dad came over to me and smiled. "How's your mom."

"Ah, she's doing good" I answered. "She's just had the baby."

"Your mom was pregnant?" He asked. "Boy or a girl?"

"Yeah, it was a boy" I answered. "Ronnie's convinced that he'll turn out like him."

"Well, I hope he doesn't" he joked just as Max began to walk over to the door, desperately trying to ignore the clanking of the cans. Oh, it was impossible for him to be discrete. "You don't need to hide the fact that you're going to be drinking. You're practically adults now. Anyways, I'm taking the dog for a walk, so I'll see you soon."

"Bye, dad" Ronnie called as he unlocked the door and led us inside. "Finally, we can start this. Who's ordering the pizza?" Well, this is going to be fun.

So, first chapter. What did you think?