Chapter 1

"BLOODY-FREAKING-HELL!" I shouted as I crashed to the ground. I clutched my side as pain exploded in my gut and stars whirled around me. Rewind a little bit so of course I'm just walking along minding my own business listening to music and BAM! Car…Maybe I shouldn't walk in the middle of the street. Anyway, stars whirling around me, two hands trying to be gentle but failing grabbed me and sat me up.

"Are you alright?" The voice was deep and strangely familiar. I focused my eyes on the speaker, staring into deep brown eyes framed in black liner.

"Um…you just hit me with your bloody car and I think I'm bleeding." I replied." So your guess is as good as mine."

The obviously male voice chuckled, "You don't sound to bad. And it wasn't intentional you were in the middle of the road."

My eyes came into focus, painfully might I add, and I looked him over. He was around six-foot, with black hair a little past his shoulders (Amazingly gorgeous bangs.), pale white skin, and a translucent blue tear drop tattooed on his left cheek. "Would you mind ever-so-slightly helping me up?"

"Sure," He said. Then he took my hands and pulled me up. I cried out in pain bent over and clutching my stomach. "I'm sorry, oh my God! You're bleeding!"

I looked at my tummy it had a minor gash across it but my Falling in Reverse shirt was torn and bloody (Sniffles D:). "It's just a flesh wound, dear, but you definitely owe me a new Falling in Reverse t-shirt or I'll probably have to kill you."

I straightened up and then it hit me, oh my gosh, this was Ronnie Radke!

He was smiling, "That can definitely be arranged. I'm Ronnie-"

"Freaking Radke, I know." I finished for him still holding my aching stomach." My name's Alvery."

"I thought so, I'm not going to be sued am I? Cuz, that would fucking suck, Alvery." Ronnie asked.

"No, although I believe it is totally your fault." I told him leaning gratefully on the hood of his car. "But for a new shirt, some tickets, and a hug you will be totally forgiven."

"Wow, going for the throat." Ronnie said chuckling again (It was beautiful.). "Why, don't I give you a ride to…wherever you're going and we can discuss."

"Deal," I agreed turning off my Mp3. Cautiously, I tried to walk to the passenger door but stumbled. I shut my eyes expecting to eat concrete, but to my amazement I stopped. Ronnie had an arm around my waist and I could feel his breath tickling on the back of my neck. "Thank you."

"Not a problem, let me help you to the in." He said. The walking beside me, he slowly and gently led me to the car door, opened it with his free hand, and helped me into the seat. He shut it and started to walk to his side. The seat was leather and was cool against my now exposed flesh. It was an SUV, filled with c.d.'s discarded clothes, and energy drink cans. "Alright so, which direction?"

"Straight." I answered.

"Er…So you're a fan?" He asked accelerating.

"Yeah, of both bands," I told him trying to clean the blood off of my stomach.

"Oh, sorry, there are some napkins in the glove compartment." Ronnie said noticing my struggle. Gratefully I pulled a few out and wiped off the blood. It wasn't a deep wound but it wasn't very pretty.

"Great, now I get to go to a concert in a torn up shirt, that's just wonderful." I muttered.

"You were in the middle of the street," He pointed out.

"Yes, but the unwritten law in my neighborhood is if I'm walking down the street you go around or wait." I replied smiling.

"I don't live here." Ronnie said.

"True enough, dear," I sighed. " Soooo, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, just relaxing, we're not on tour so I decided to just hang out somewhere new, you know?" Ronnie answered. I nodded watching him from the corner of my eye. This was impossible it couldn't be happening.

"So you'll be around here? That's awesome. We should hang out or something." I said. "Turn right up ahead."

"So where exactly am I taking you?" Ronnie asked.

I felt a blush rising on my cheeks, how embarrassing." Well, er, you see…I happen to be in a band…And well, we have a show tonight." In a band, nothing compared to what he does, I thought.

"Really? Why were you walking?" Ronnie said not the least bit put off by that. He turned.

"My family refuses to drive me anywhere, and everyone else doesn't have time to pick me up before the show." I sighed. "Plus, my cars broken down and I don't get the parts until next week."

"That sucks," Ronnie said sympathetically. He really was gorgeous. "Well, since I trashed your T-shirt and you're performing want to borrow one of mine?"

I glanced at the clothes thrown around his car a little apprehensively but, I'd never hear the end of it if I said no. "If you have anything that'll fit me, sure."

"You can just grab whatever you like." Ronnie told me. "So what type of music do you guys do?"

"Well, most people call it screamo, with a little techno and for lack of better terms goth rock mixed in." I explained ruffling through some of the clothes.

"Interesting, and what do you do?" Ronnie asked. I selected a black t-shirt with skulls and roses on it.

"I sing and play bass, "I told him.

"Bass," He muttered. Then shaking his head added louder, "What's your name?"

I blushed again…You get to meet one of your favorite musicians and you have to embarrass yourself by telling him all about your silly band! "Kisses to the Dead, oh turn up there than stop at the big brick building, er, please!"

He obeyed not commenting on the name. I unbuckled as he parked in front of the bustling building. "So, Alvery, I'm not doing anything is there a chance I could watch your show?"

I blanched turning to face him, "You want to watch me?"

"Yeah, it sounds pretty cool." Ronnie said.

"Of course you can!" I exclaimed. "I'd be honored. Although, tickets cost, and everybody else has used up the guests we can bring."

"That's cool, I've got money."

"Well, um, tickets are up front show doesn't start for a while I have to go practice….Thanks for the ride, and not killing me," I said smiling and getting out of his car. Then hitting the pavement face first, to my surprise Ronnie helped me up.

"You, okay?" He asked looking worried. Ronnie had very pretty eyes.

"Um, yeah. I just went a little to fast." I said a little shakily.

"Alvery!" A voice called. I looked past Ronnie. Danny, my drummer, was running toward me. He covered the distance quickly with his long stride. "Dude, are you alright?"

Danny was about six foot with red and black spiky hair and bangs that almost covered one eye, his eyes were gray, and his lip was pierced. "I'm fine, Danny."

Ronnie and Danny helped me to my feet. There closeness felt awkward, but I knew I'd fall without them. Maybe Ronnie had hit me a little harder then I'd thought. "Alv, what happened your shirts all torn up and your bloody?"

"I hit her, by accident. "Ronnie said as they helped me onto a couch in the back room of the venue. Danny gave him a reproachful look then recognition hit.

"Dude, you're Ronnie Radke, "Danny said, also a huge fan.

"Ronnie, Danny, Danny, Ronnie. Can someone get me a glass of water?" I asked. Danny rushed off but Ronnie stayed beside me looking apprehensive.

"Maybe I should take you home or something." Ronnie said.

"The show always goes on," I told him. And two hours later I was waiting to get on stage.

"That shirt fits you pretty well, " Ronnie said as I leaned against the wall sipping from a bottle of water and waiting for Danny, Jay, Oli, and Kevin to finish setting up.

"Ugh, this is crap. I feel like a jerk, just sitting on the sides not helping." I said ignoring the compliment.

"Well, you can barely stand up. You shouldn't even be performing." Ronnie told me. I rolled my eyes.

"Never!" I replied.

"We're ready, Alv." Oli called she was are very pretty merch girl. The crowd was filing back in from the break between bands.

"Wish me luck," I muttered.

"Luck," Ronnie said giving me a hug. I blushed but didn't say anything instead ran onto the stage and let the music breathe in me

This is my first fan fic I hope you all like it!1