When It Rains (Riker Lynch Fanfic)

(I can't) Forget About You

Riker's POV

*A week later*

I was up around ten that morning to the sound of my stomach growling. Slipping out of bed, I left my room and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen. My brother Rocky was seated at the island table with a bowl of cereal when I walked in.

"You're up early," I commented as I walked over to the cupboard to grab a glass. I went to the fridge to pull out the orange juice and poured myself a glass.

Rocky smirked. "Or maybe you're just up late," He returned, before downing the remaining milk from his bowl.

"We both went to bed around the same time," I reminded, amused as I sat down across from him.

Rocky made a face at his bowl. "I think some of Rydel is rubbing off on me," He muttered. "I'm becoming an early riser."

I chuckled. "Don't get too comfortable with the new you. I still need you as my wingman when we're out painting the town."

Rocky pushed his bowl away from him and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Hey, speaking of late-night outings, did you ever hear back from that girl?" He asked curiously, swiftly changing the subject.

I blanked, but on the inside my heart beat picked up a little. "What girl?"

"I think you know who I'm talking about," Rocky said, shooting me a suggestive look.

I furrowed my brows together, continuing to play dumb. "No, I don't think I do."

The truth was I knew exactly who he was talking about; I was just trying to avoid the subject, though it wasn't like I could do that with Rocky constantly trying to pry it out of me for the last few days.

My brother stared flatly, not buying my act. "That girl you met at that bar downtown last week, and the one you can't stop talking about."

I raised an eyebrow at him, smirking, "You're the one who wouldn't stop asking me about it, not the other way around."

"Don't avoid the subject," he said, and gave me an imploring look. "You still never told me all the gory details."

I shrugged a shoulder, trying to seem casual, but I avoided his eyes and instead focused on the half-empty glass of orange juice sitting in front of me. "Nothing happened," I said simply. "I mean, we talked and danced a little, but..." I paused and looked up to see Rocky grinning wide.

My eyes narrowed, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "There are no gory details," I told him firmly.

"Oh, come on," Rocky said, looking unconvinced. "There had to have been a little action in there somewhere, a little something-something if you know what I mean. Curt said you were gone a long time." He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

I stared at him in disbelief. "You talked to Curt about this?"

"Well, you wouldn't tell me," Rocky frowned, "and he was with you that night and saw you disappear off to the back lounge with some girl. What was her name again? Maia? Morgan?"

"Mikaela," I muttered with a slight edge in my tone. "And I don't want to talk about it."

Something approaching disappointment dawned on Rocky's face, "So you didn't do anything with her?"

Clearly, he wasn't taking the hint. "I'm pretty sure I would've remembered if I had done anything with her or not," I snapped grumpily.

On another note, I can't believe he had gone and asked Curt about what happened that night. But more importantly, Curt should have known that it was a touchy subject for me.