The Survivors (Ross Lynch Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

　

“This- this is all your fault!” I finally say, bursting into tears. Ross goes to say something, but his mouth only opens then closes again. He looks at me as a tear trickles off the tip of my nose. “I just want to go home,” I sob, walking off before he could hurt me anymore. I have no reason to be here, in this place called California. I’m a full blooded, warm hearted small town Pennsylvania girl. I don’t need love, I don’t need some strange atmosphere of so called ‘palm trees’ and ‘sand’ to be happy. I just want my sister and Josh. Why did it have to be them. It should have been me who got killed by a tiger. It should have been me to have gotten burned alive. I should have gotten hit by that train. Josh should have never saved me. I don’t deserve to live after all of these near death accidents I have gotten into. I don’t want to be the ‘survivor’.

The night sky has always been an escape for me. Each start in the darkness seems to symbolize all of those lost people in the world who don’t quite know how they feel.. Just like me. They just all stand there, almost asking ‘what am I supposed to do?’ I sigh. “What do I do?” I am really surprised how calming the waves can actually be. Sitting on the beach has become my new escape, especially at night. I feel a pair of warm hands lie on my shoulder, which almost scares the shit out of me, but I decide not to move. Someone sits next to me on the sand. I still don’t want to look at this person. Every glance is killing me. I could tell by the way this persons hand feels who it is already. “Hi,” says Ross as I slowly glance at his dark lit face in the moon light. “Hi.” “Nice nice.” “Yeah.” Is it weird to feel like you know someone so well when you have only knew them for the shortest time? I cant help myself but to stop and just stare blankly at Ross’ face. I know that everyone gets a bit scared, but I have never felt so.. So impossibly.. So.. I cant describe it. It’s like a million little fireflies light up inside of me whenever I see Ross. It’s like, his presence is the greatest present I have ever received. “We’re having dinner. Do you, um, maybe wanna join us?” “Sure.” “Oh, and, I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to.. Um.. Ruin your life.” “Well.. It just got better,” I say, trying really hard not to blush. Ross smiles and gets up off of the sand. He holds out his hand for me to take, and I do. My hear almost skips a beat when he not only holds my hand, but he passionately intertwines his fingers with mine. My heart had never felt like it was going to burst so much as it does right now.

When we finally walk into his house all eyes are instantly glued to out hands so naturally locked together. Maybe I have to finally admit this. I- I have fallen for my enemy. My own enemy. I guess this is what it means when people say “keep your friends close. Keep you enemies closer.” “I don’t think you officially met everyone. That’s Rydel, Rocky, Riker, and Ryland,” he says pointing to each of them. They all are really adorable. Wow…