**** sorry it's been a while! I traveled to the Georgia countryside for Christmas (the state not the country). And I've also been a blocked shit. Here it is, as requested, Ronnie's point of view, sorry his is short, I just don't want to risk butchering his character and not doing justice to the real Ronnie

Also disclaimer I do not condone reckless drinking or think it in any way helps anything, Ryker has a problem that needs to be addressed and will be eventually, and Ashley can't be blamed for any of this because he doesn't know how bad she drinks all the time ****

*Ronnie*

As soon as I said it, I knew it was wrong. Seeing her face fall made my chest hurt, and I wanted desperately to make it better, but she was mad, and she didn't give me a chance.

We were both hot heads, but I know I went too far, and I was in deep shit. I wanted to run after her, but I knew it would only make it worse. She was furious with me, all narrow eyes and an accusing finger.

I had never regretted saying anything so much than I did in that moment.

I couldn't get the sight of the fear that flashed on her face at his name out of my head. It was just like it had been years ago, when I had first met Ryker. Jesus, what was I thinking?

Mentally punching myself, I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way home, completely ignoring a surprised Daisy, brushing her off my arm.

I tried distracting myself by playing with Charlie, or by lifting weights, anything, but no matter what I couldn't get the image of a teary-eyed Ryker screaming in my face.

What if I screwed everything up? What if she hated me forever? I had only just gotten her back, and I can't say I didn't enjoy her company, be it in the bedroom or not. And I may have lost her forever. I don't want to think like that, but I can't help worrying.

She had been with me through a lot, and with all that we were together through, it almost felt like she belonged in my life, with me.

I thought she was the one thing that I could count on, whether we were fighting or fucking, so long as she was there my life felt whole.

Without her, what would it feel like? Empty? Cold? God, I'm becoming a sap all for a girl who hates my guts with a passion....

How could I fix this? Do I give her space, do I leave her be? Do I go after her? Do some big romantic shit?

What am I supposed to do when I said only the worst possible thing I could've said to her? This wasn't something to be taken lightly, so how could I fix it, if that was even possible?

*Ryker*

Stupid fucking Ronald fucking McDonald and his stupid fucking face with stupid fucking words coming out like hornets in a flowerbed, fucking unwanted, uncalled for shit that nobody wanted, fucking-

I was beginning to worry even myself as I paced the living room muttering under my breath and feeling more and more like the villain in Kim Possible.

I need help, okay, who do I call?

Dialing Ashley's number quickly, I put it on the coffee table and open the fridge, grabbing 3 bottles of assorted alcohol in each hand and walking over to the sofa just as Ashley picks up.

"Hey lame-ass come over and help me raid my fridge from any alcohol" I said, setting the drinks down and taking a Jack for myself.

I didn't hear his response, but he hung up so I assumed he was coming. Turning on music, I had finished the first Jack bottle and a Mikes by the time there was as knock on the door.

I checked the peephole, and, seeing Ashley standing there, I opened it quickly, all but pulling him inside before shutting the door again.

"Leah and Ryan are on date night, we've got the place to ourselves, woo!" I said, doing a little dance before walking back to the couch.

"Your jeans are unbuttoned" Ashley tells me, and I shrug, grinning.

"They were trying to restrict me, stupid bitches" I muttered, handing a Jack to Ashley before grabbing a bottle of Fireball and opening it.

"You're a strange one Ryker" Ashley laughed, and I smirked.

"But you love me anyways, how gallant" I teased, laying back so my head rested on the couch arm with my legs laying across Ashley's lap.

He gave me a look but said nothing, and I grinned in victory.

We didn't say much after that aside from increasingly bad jokes and ongoing arguments over stupid stuff.

I was getting drunk though, and recently that's never been good. I guess when has it ever really?

"Hey, Ashley, why can't I just love you instead. We'd be great friends with benefits" I remarked, making Ashley nearly spit his drink all over the table.

"Don't say stuff like that Ryker" he coughed, sending me a look that was telling me I was walking on thin ice and shouldn't go there.

I said nothing, just nodding.

"Maybe you've had enough to drink" he said, and I glared at him, hazardously sloshing my drink around and spilling it on my shirt.

Wincing at the coldness, I pulled my shirt off and stood up, trying to walk through the maze of empty bottles and furniture as I walked to get another shirt.

I tripped, and fell onto Ashley, who grunted a complaint.

Noticing how close our faces were, and the fact that I was without a shirt, I once again said something stupid.

"I could kiss you right now. What would you do?" I asked, putting a shaky finger on Ashley's face, aiming for his lips but grazing his cheek instead.

"Ryker, don't be stupid" Ashley said, and I huffed, standing up and successfully walking to my room. I grabbed a shirt off the floor and tried putting it on, but there were so many rips I couldn't tell what the arm hole was apart from all the other holes.

I ended up getting it on completely wrong, but I was too lazy to fix it, and probably too drunk to get it right anyways, so I just pretended it was supposed to look like an uneven crop top.

Making it back to Ashley still on the couch, we drank for a little more before Ashley fell asleep. Grinning, I grabbed a sharpie and drew a very sloppy dick on his chest, and writing "I heart Ry" on his cheek.

Then I proceeded to run around the apartment whisper-screaming like a maniac, re-enacting The Lion King with a very reluctant Lester, rolling on the floor and doing somersaults across furniture like a spy.

Rolling around on the floor bored, I grabbed my phone and stared at it, feeling my anger build as I saw a missed call from Ronnie.

That stupid prick!

I quickly clicked the green call button, too drunk to realize that I was making quite possibly the worst drunk mistake ever, in all history of drunken mistakes.

Hearing the ringing go on and on, I got madder and madder as I waited for him to pick up. When he didn't, I screamed a complaint, groaning.

"Hey Mr. Asshole! You're a fucking ass you know that? An ass! And not the cute donkey kind either, or the hot bubbly kind that you just want to grab. The kind of ass that's all hairy and sweaty and covered in boils! I went out thinking we were okay, after a complete freak out over nothing, debating whether or not to tell you about something very, very important, and then I just see you with that, that, that bitch! How could you do that to me? I was in the bathroom crying, thinking I was fucking pregnant, and you - you were out with that fucking pansy ass fake bitchy bombshell bimbo! Fuck you" I huffed before hanging up and throwing my phone.

Stupid people always hurting me.... I'm tired of it! I won't stand for it, I had fireball on my side and nobody stood a chance!

Crawling over to the couch, I climbed on top of Ashley, cuddling under his arm and promptly falling asleep in a heap with him.