As you continue to work on your English essay, Ross walks into
the room. “Hey babe,” he says softly. “How’s the essay coming?”
You shrug and push your laptop away slowly. “It’s fine, I
He frowns softly and rubs your shoulders slowly. “Need to take
“No,” you mumble, though you lean your head back and shut your
eyes as Ross’s fingers rub the knots in your shoulders. “I should really finish
“You sure?” Ross asks, rubbing your shoulders harder. “I bet
you could use a nice break.”
You sigh slowly. “Maybe … Maybe a short one.”
“Good.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “You stay
here, I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”
“Where are you going?” you ask, opening your eyes and looking
up to him.
“You’ll see.” He pecks your forehead and smiles down at you.
You half smile as you watch him walk out. You run your hand
through your hair and sigh as your eyes scan over your essay. You’ve been
working on it for nearly an hour, though you haven’t gotten very far.
Ross returns into the bedroom a few minutes later. “Come with
me.” He extends his hand to you.
You take it and stand with a smile. “Where to?”
He grins, though doesn’t answer. He leads you to the bathroom
where there are several candles lit on the counter, and hot water steaming in
the tub. Within the water, there’s a flower-scented bath bomb diffusing.
“Ta-da.” Ross shuts the door and smiles sweetly at you.
“Aw, Ross, this is so sweet.” You beam at the lovely smelling
bath. “And it smells amazing.”
He smiles softly. “I knew you’d like it, babe.”
“I love it.” You turn to him and kiss his lips quickly. “Thank
“Get in then.” He goes over to the toilet and sits on the
closed lid. “I can sing for you if you want.”
You shake your head as you pull your shirt off and bra. “No, I
want you to get in with me.”
Ross’s eyebrows raise slightly and he grins. “You do?”
“It’ll make me more relaxed,” you tell him, taking your pants
an underwear off. “Besides, we haven’t bathed together in ages.”
“Sounds good to me.” He stands and undresses quickly. You
smile, looking over his body. The candle light reflects shadows onto his toned
“You’re staring,” Ross teases as he steps into the tub.
You stick out your tongue. “I’m allowed to stare, you’re my
“That is true.” He smirks as he lowers himself down. He
exhales through his nose slowly. “It’s pretty hot.”
You shrug, stepping into the water. The heat is a bit of a
shock to you, though you quickly adjust. “So are you.”
Ross laughs lightly and watches as you lower yourself into the
water. You sit with your back to his chest. His legs are on either side of you,
and he wraps his arms around your stomach as you lean into him.
“This is just what I needed,” you mumble with a relaxed sigh.
Ross sighs with you and smiles. “Me too, babe.”
“Thank you.” You rest your head under his chin.
“Of course, Y/N.” He gives you a small squeeze. “Anything for
You ran down the hallway of the convention
hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some
conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades
there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway
across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so
you only needed to hurry through town once.
“No, nononono!” you muttered under your
breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just
closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your
floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as
well. Not to mention that you really were not
in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.
You prevented the doors from closing all
the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon
as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good
amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to
catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were
most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the
“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded
for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”
“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then
standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.
“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m
Ellington by the way.”
“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling
back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering
correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across
from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.
The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was
moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually
knowing where they were headed.
“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross
answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.
Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to
stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and
sighed quietly while the doors closed again.
“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to
“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than
any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually
started a couple minutes ago already.”
Right as you said that, you arrived at
floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.
“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see
you around again.”
After your class ended, you had some time
to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel.
Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment
you just got, you heard voices approaching you.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely.
“Mind if we join you?”
“Not at all,” you shook your head and made
some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and
Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of
“Your description of the elevator being
like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.
“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to
get to your floor?”
“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically
sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”
You tried not to groan at the thought of
the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I
can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90
minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well.
“At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you
don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand
dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected
so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this
café,” she smiled.
“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered
and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so
normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.
“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you.
“Ever heard of it?”
You shook your head no and gave them an
apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”
“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky
suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that
had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it
was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip
through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book
especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty
much everyone anyways, you condoned it.
“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first
couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.”
Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.
“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and
passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.
“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will
hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”
“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you
would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”
“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final
product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.
You kept chatting for a while, getting to
know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They
asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put
your number in.
“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away
from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could
sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind,
“Just shoot one of us a text or something,”
Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that,
but in general. You’re pretty cool.”
“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You
grinned at your new friends.
said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past
couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never
thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the
reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.
“(Y/N)! Pretty please,” Rydel practically
begged over the phone. “Now that you moved here, we just have to have a sleepover!”
You let out a sigh, thinking about it.
Having moved to Los Angeles a few weeks ago, you finally lived close to your
long-time best friend. Rydel took that opportunity right away and invited you
over for a sleepover along with her siblings and some other friends.
“Fine,” you eventually answered.
The sleepover was a couple days later.
Everyone sat in a circle on the floor, you sitting between Ross and Rydel as you
were playing a mixture of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare. The game had
started out quite behaved but with the competitiveness of the Lynch brothers,
they obviously had to one-up each other and it didn’t take long for the dares to
get more and more intense.
Rocky spun the bottle and it stopped
pointing at Ross. You quietly let out a sigh of relief. Knowing that Rocky’s
dares were the worst and most extreme, you were glad it was Ross’ turn and of
course he chose the dare.
“Ross, I dare you to kiss (Y/N),” Rocky
Wait what? You whipped your head towards Rocky and saw
him already looking at you, a smug grin on his face. “And it has to be on the
lips for 60 seconds or else you’ll serve me for a month,” he then elaborated
his dare, putting up the stakes.
You shot him a glare, mentally making a
note to get him back for that later. Ross shrugged and turned towards you. “May
I?” he asked, his hand already going to the side of your face. You could merely
nod your head before he had gently put his lips onto yours. Your eyes closed
almost immediately, melting into the kiss and completely forgetting about all
the people surrounding you. Ross slowly pulled away after what felt like
forever but at the same time not long enough. When you opened your eyes again,
he was already looking at you. For some reason, neither of you could tear their
eyes from the other.
“Get a room already,” Rocky said with a
smirk and chucked a pillow at the two of you. Snapping out of it, both of you
blushed in embarrassment and scooted apart, not even daring to look at each
other for the rest of the night. Something had definitely changed with that
kiss and you couldn’t tell for sure if it was a good or a bad thing.
A few weeks went by and you tried to avoid
Ross as best as you could. You were pretty successful with that but he had seemed
to avoid you as well. It was actually pretty childish since you knew you might
have an idea what was going on. So far, you had only talked about it with
Rydel, saying you thought you might have feelings for Ross. She had a weird
look on her face after you told her, almost as if she knew something you didn’t
but you decided to not give it too much importance.
It was exactly one month since the
sleepover and there was a knock on your door. You opened it and definitely did
not expect that person to stand in front of you.
“Ross?” you asked. There was no denying
that you were surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”
“I- uh…” he stuttered, blushing slightly. “I
wanted to know if you maybe wanted to go out? I mean, Rydel said you like me an-“
“She did WHAT?!” you cut him off, eyes
wide. Rydel had promised not to tell anybody about this.
“Shh, (Y/N),” Ross tried to calm you down,
putting his hands onto your shoulders. “She only told me because I told her that I really like you. And I
was asking her if she thought it would be a good idea to ask you out or not.
You know, because you’re best friends and I’m pretty sure you guys would talk
about things like that…” he trailed off, looking you directly in the eye. “Could
you maybe say something?” Ross chuckled nervously after a long moment of
“Y- you like me too?” you stuttered, still
in complete disbelief. This was too good to be true.
He nodded. “So, what do you say? Wanna go
and drive to the beach or something?”
“I’d love to,” you smiled and quickly got
“Hey, remember that one?” Ross asked,
pointing to a big rock at the beach.
“How could I ever forget the rock you made
me climb all the way up on our first date?” you asked, giving him a look. The
date was just a couple months back but it was still fresh in your mind, making
you smile whenever you thought about it. And even though you had gone on
multiple dates after that, you still had not made it official yet.
“Let’s do it again,” Ross grinned and started
pulling himself up. Rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head but followed
“I love this place,” Ross said as the two
of you were sitting on the very top and watched the waves of the ocean roll
onto the shore while the sun started setting.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, leaning
against Ross’ side, his arm snaked around your waist.
“And, I mean, we did end up right here on our first date, so maybe this could be our
very own special place? Where we can make many more special memories?”
“Like what?” you asked quietly, turning
your head to look at him.
“Like me asking you to be my girlfriend,”
Ross answered with an indirect question and tucked a strand of hair behind your
“I love the sound of that,” you smiled and
leaned more into his touch as he was caressing your cheek with his thumb. Ross
smiled and gently pulled your face closer to kiss your lips.
like months before at the sleepover, you melted into the kiss and forgot about everything
around you. Your whole body was filled with the same feeling from back then,
only stronger, and you have never been so thankful for a dare.
You follow Stormie backstage to R5′s concert, your excitement bubbling within you. She helped you plan out a small trip for you to surprise Ross while they’re on tour. You smile widely as you stand at the side of the stage, your eyes gluing to your boyfriend instantly. He’s rocking out with his band, singing the words to Smile passionately. You hum along, watching fondly. After a few more songs, they all rush off the stage, sweaty and tired. Ross pants and grins at you, then does a double take. “Y/N?!” He exclaims, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. You smile and nod eagerly. “Hi!” He attacks you in a massive bear hug and lets out a happy sigh. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “Your mom arranged the whole thing,” you reply. He pulls away from the hug and looks at Stormie, sending her a thankful smile. You turn Ross’s face towards you and kiss his lips sweetly. He holds you closer, his sweaty body pressing against yours. Riker tugs on Ross’s arm. “Bro, we need to do the encore,” he tells him. Ross sighs and steps away from you. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon,” he says, pecking your lips quickly. You smile. “It’s okay, good luck.” Ross nods and runs back onto the stage, earning screams from the audience for one last time. You cheer along with everyone when their last song finishes. Once again, they all run off stage, sweatier than before. “Hey Y/N,” Rydel says, giving you a big hug. You smile and greet everyone else, giving them each a small hug. Ross kisses your cheek. “I missed you,” he mumbles. “I missed you too. Although …” you push him away gently. “I did not miss your sweat.” You giggle. Ross rolls his eyes, but laughs with you. “Yeah, yeah. I smell bad. I’ll shower soon, then we can cuddle in the hotel.” He smiles. Rocky wiggles his eyebrows. “Mhm, cuddle,” he mutters with a smirk. Ellington snickers. Ross scoffs. “Shut up.” He shoots them a glare, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. He grins and kisses your ear, then whispers, “If we get our own room, we may do a bit more than cuddle. It’s been a very lonely month without you. And my hand definitely doesn’t compare to you.”