Chapter Six: My dear Juliet

"Okay guys" Ronnie spoke as fans screamed their lungs out in excitement. "This next and final song is called 'Not good enough for the truth in cliché'." The announcement made fans scream even louder. Of course they would. It was an old Escape the Fate song, but he knew that they knew it by heart. Being given the song wasn't negatively effective at all, especially after last night. And so, Jackie began to start to play.

"Hurtful words from my enemies in the last five years. What's it like to die alone?" he sung, hearing the fans singing along. "How does it feel when tears freeze, when you cry? The blood on your veins is twenty below." He walked forward quickly, putting his right leg on the amp and keeping his other leg in place for support; a typical rock star move.

"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet." Juliet; he thought to himself. He thought of Chelsea, his Juliet. The band looked at him, confused of why he wasn't singing. Ronnie shook their looks off and looked at the side of the stage. Looking over at Chelsea who was watching and mumbling the words. Even though she had never heard of the song, she would always hear me singing it. This is why she was probably so familiar with it. She looked gorgeous; she had a navy blue dress with white anchor designs place everywhere throughout the dress, it was heart shaped at the chest down to her waist and flowy all the way down above her knees. Her hair was wavy and her makeup was just right. Ronnie couldn't take it anymore; he wanted to be her Romeo and to dedicate this song to her. With that, he ran off. Leaving the fans singing and wondering what the hell he was doing. Chelsea's eyes widen as he came towards her.

"Wait, w-what are you-?" She asked as he interrupted her sentence and he took her by the hand and started to drag her. However, she resisted. He laughed as she struggled to play tug-a-war with her very own hand. "Ronnie, stop." She whined.

"Come on, I want you to come" Ronnie begged.

"No way. What? No. Are you crazy?" She pulled again, but it was no use; I was stronger.

"For you, yes" He grinned at her. She let out an irresistible giggle and let go of her force.

They were welcomed on stage by screaming fans. The band mates and some fans exchanged lost looks. Chelsea just stood there, frozen like ice. As if she was scared of the screaming girls who would die to be in her place.

"Hey guys, give it up for Chelsea" Fans started to cheer. "My Juliet" he quickly added, fans started to awe. Her wide eyes soften and she could feel the heat rising on her cheeks, she was blushing. Jackie handed Ronnie a microphone with a smirk planted on his face, he knew where I was going with this. Ronnie took it and reached it towards Chelsea, offering it to her. Uncertainty rushed over her, but after a couple of seconds of thinking, she took it. The guys started to play again, taking it from the second verse.

"So for now take this down a notch, crash my car through your.." Ronnie took a quick breathe. "Window" they sang in unison, he looked at her as she took over.

"Make sure you're still alive" she pig squealed at the word alive, just like he would do. She smiled into the microphone as I watched her singing perfectly. "Just in time to kill you" She raced to the far right of the stage and touched some fan's hands. He found it funny of how people pushed each other just to reach her hand. "Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette."

"Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet" Ronnie walked to the left side of the stage.

"Out from her window she her back drop silhouette."

"This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget." He held the last note as she started all over again.

"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette"

"Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet" I touched fans' hands.

"Out from the window see her back drop silhouette."

"This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget." he screamed the last note while stepping back. Absorbing the beat and sound of the guitar solo as the song hit its breakdown with screams. Chelsea was doing the same amp movement he had done before. He looked at her, smiling like an idiot as she kept on bobbing her head up and down, her hair swinging all over the placed as she laughed. He liked that she was laughing and having fun. It made him feel accomplished.

When the bass dropped, they both turned to face each other. He started to walk towards him, and so did she. The met center stage. They put their mics down and let the fans take over that singing. His eyes met with her grey eyes that blink ever so magically as if they were put in slow motion. He took a step closer to her, letting their bodies touch barely. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer, not leaving any space in between them. She giggled, making him smirk as he looked at her lips, he yarn for them. His quick lip glance sent her signals. His eye met with hers again as she place her hand on his cheeks, cupping them and rubbing her thumbs over his soft flesh. He leaned in, slowly closing his eyes. She copied his movement and felt his lips touch her very own, letting their cheeks brush. Sending electric impulses down his body as goose bumps arose and the back of his knees shook. He didn't let the nerves get the best of him. Ronnie could taste the watermelon lip balm that was sweet and tangy. She parted her lips, letting his tongue slide in and starts to explore every inch of her mouth and dance with her own tongue in swirls.

Chelsea's hands slid off his face and onto his hair, playing with the black delight. She bit his lower lip, playing with the metallic hoop piercing, which cause him to softly grunt. Mika started to laugh at his reaction. He smiled as they kissed something she found incredibly cute. They could hear fans aweing and the guys laughing, but neither did they care. It was too perfect to ruin. Giving him one last peck on the lips, she left his lips. Even when they pulled apart, he could still feel her lips on his. He looked at her with a grin spread across his face, obviously pleased. She felt heating pouring onto her cheeks, and smiling so much that her jaws started to ache.

"Will you be my Juliet?" he asked her, not leaving eye contact.

"Yes" he smiled at her response and took her hand and intertwined their fingers together. She giggled at his shaky movements, which made him smile as they walked off stage. Everything she did was cute, and he just couldn't stand it but smile like an idiot. But now, she was his and that was all he wanted since day one. She had stolen his heart and ran so far, that cupid himself couldn't catch her and Ronnie had aimed so high that he shot her down. At first sight, her heart skipped a beat, the sun became the moon, and the cold turned into heat. Roses were red, violets weren't blue. But she needed him, and he needed her. And there was no one she'd rather be with than him. And for the first time in her life, she felt entirely complete.