//So That Means I'm Pretty Damn Awesome.\\[Ronnie Radke]

I tapped my nails against my arms in anger.
I glared at the back of the door, waiting.
I glanced at the clock, for what seemed the trillionth time.
12:00.
It's over.
It's officially over.
And he missed it.
I'm not quite sure why I kept glancing at the clock.
I knew he wouldn't be home for a while, but I couldn't help but hold onto that small shred of hope that he would suddenly kick down the door.
Of course, my shreds of hope were cut by a chainsaw.
For some reason, I continued to hope that he would come in the room, sober and coherent, apologizing for being late, and have presents.

The presents, really, meant nothing, but the fact he's there.
Now, that meant the world...
I continued to fantasize about my sober boyfriend, until I heard a noise.
My eyes flew to the door, my ears strained.
I heard a something hit the door, and then a noise of metal hitting concrete.
I sighed, knowing he had ran into the door, and then dropped his key.
"Hopeless..." I muttered.
The door swung open reviling a-big surprise-drunken Ronnie Radke.
He stumbled into the room, falling into the reclining chair, his head in his heads.
I clenched my teeth as he took no notice to me, my nails digging into my arm.
I suppose he felt my cold stare on him, for he lifted his head and met my gaze.
"Aly?"
"Ronnie," I stated, no emotion in my voice.
"Aly, how long have you been here?" His words were coming out slightly slurred
"Four hours," I said, through clenched teeth.
He lowered his eye brows, "Why?"
I did my best to control my emotions, managing my urge to lash out at him.
"Think," I hissed.
He laid back into the chair, his eyes drooped, but still thinking.
"Can...can you get me some coffee?" He asked, slightly hesitant, knowing that he had done something wrong.
I raised myself off of the love seat, and walked slowly into the kitchen.
I had already prepared coffee, knowing he would need it.
I took the cup, and placed it into the microwave, which was already set.
I closed the microwave door, and lifted my self onto the counter, listening intently.
I wondered if I would hear his gasp of realization, but it never came.
I jumped slightly when the microwave gave a noise that told me the coffee was warm.
I let my feet fall to the ground once again, and made my way over to the drawer, pulling out a rag.
I carried it over to the microwave, grabbed the mug, and let the cloth protect my flesh from the heat.
I drifted back to the living room only to see Ronnie asleep in the chair.
I sat the mug down on the small table beside the chair, and took a few calming breaths.
I went beside him, and slapped his face harder than most wake up slaps.
He stirred, eyes unfocused, "Aly?" he said in the same confused tone as before.
"The coffee is ready," I said, handing him the mug.
He raised himself into a sitting position, and took a sip.
"Mmm, thanks," he said, giving me a grateful smile.
I said nothing as I went and sat back down on the love seat.
It was silent for a moment, until Ronnie decided to break it.
"Can...can you hand me the rag, please?"
My eyes must have betrayed me, for he suddenly looked scared.
I closed my eyes, slowly counting to ten in my head.
Calming technique, my friend, it'll do you wonders.
I re-opened my eyes, seeing Ronnie's eyes darting from place to place, as if planning his escape if I exploded.
I grabbed the rag and handed it to him.
I noticed his hand was shaking...
In fear, maybe?
This thought made me smile smugly.
Good, he should be afraid.
He seemed to have misread the smug smile for a kind smile, which gave him reassurance to ask,
"How was your day?"
That was it.
Those four words made my eyes burn, and nostrils flare.
"How was my day?" I repeated through clenched teeth.
"Er...yes?" He asked, confused.
"How was my day? Well, that's a good question Ronnie! My day was amazing! At work Nikki got me a dozen roses, Susan gave me a stuffed teddy bear, Max got me a necklace, and Brain got me a gift card for Hastings!" I said, shaking in anger.
"Um, why? Did you win an award?"
I jumped to my feet, "Did I win an award!? Yes, Ronnie! I won an award! I won an award on Monday May 12, 2008!" I exploded.
Realization hit Ronnie hard.
Very hard.
His face seemed to grow more pale then it already was, his eyes grew wide, and his mouth formed a perfect "o".
It was silent once more.
Ronnie stared at his girlfriend in fear, fretting for something to say.
"Aly, b-baby, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to--"
"Oh, you didn't mean to forget my birthday?!"
"No, I meant--"
"What kind of boyfriend would forget that? That is this second time too! You forgot it last year! But I let it go! I let it roll right off my back! But, obviously that was a mistake!" I screeched, fuming mad.
Ronnie stared, slightly, not able to form words.
"Your the type of guy who doesn't see what he has before it leaves! Do you honestly want to let me go?! Cause without me, you know you’re lost, you would be completely lost!"
Ronnie regained his voice, "You honestly think I don't know that?" he asked, getting up from the chair to face me.
"You're the world to me Aly. Before I met you I was a heroin addict, and a complete drunk--"
"And I changed that?" I said sarcastically, motioning to the empty beer can that littered the floor.
Ronnie glared, "Do I do heroin anymore? No! I know I still drink, but what normal guy doesn't?! I don't get as half as wasted as I did before! And it's because of you!
You helped me with everything! You are everything to me Aly!" He yelled, looking me squarely
in the eyes.
I searched them for a moment, looking for a sign that he was lying.
It was quite again.
"I did all that?" I said quietly.
Ronnie's eyes smoldered a little, "Yes."
A small smile broke across my face, "So, I guess that means I'm pretty awesome, huh?"
Ronnie grinned, "That means your pretty damn awesome, babe."