You're My Music - A Riker Lynch FanFiction

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{So I did something a little different, all the italics (first part) is Riker, and the and the normal is RIan like usual hope you like it ;) }

When she came here months ago, I had no idea what to expect. We hadn’t exactly left things at good terms when I left Colorado, and we had no contact since then. When she first arrived here, I would’ve never guessed I would ever feel this way. I was almost shocked by our connection. My little brother’s best friend who had always been like an “annoying little sister” to me when we were kids, was now definitely much more. She meant a lot to me, more than I ever thought she would.

A text tone pinged on my phone. I looked down to see who the message was from. I groaned when I learned it was from Estella. If it was my choice I would have ended this train wreck a while ago. I made it clear to her I didn’t want anything to do with her when we weren’t in the public eye, but she kept on. Things would never go back to the way they were when we were actually dating, and I didn’t want them to. I can’t believe I’d ever accuse Rian of making everything about Estella up, she was only trying to protect me, and all I ever did was hurt her. I looked back at my phone to see the time. It was almost 6:30, the show would start in a little over a half hour.

Rian stepped out past the closed red curtain on the stage through a small break in the fabric. God, she was beautiful. The way her hair fell onto her shoulder, the way her golden brown eyes shimmered with elegance, the way the black lace dress fit perfectly on her amazing curves. She was stunning. I’d be lying if I said the thing I wanted most in the world wasn’t to be with her, because it was. But she deserved more, she deserved to be with someone who didn’t, and wouldn’t hurt her. She deserved to be with someone who was worth loving.

 Rian looked worried, almost fragile. There was something wrong, I could tell. She looked like she was almost on the verge of tears. It had been exactly two weeks since our release party when I blew up at her again, and since then I hadn’t talked to her once. It was two of the hardest weeks I had ever gone through but I knew I had to stay away, I couldn’t chance hurting her again.  I was going to lay low. I would come, and watch then leave, but I couldn’t stand to see her cry. I couldn’t stay away, I needed to talk to her. I swiftly made my way up the aisle to stand next to the stage. People were just starting to enter the auditorium for the show. As soon as I made it to the edge of the stage, I looked up to get Rian’s attention. She was even more beautiful up close. I tried to speak, but no words made it out of my mouth. Rian finally saw me standing beside the stage.

“RIKER THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE!” she urgently cried. I saw her quickly make her way to the far left of the stage, and down the steps. She made it all the way over to me, and engulfed me in a hug. I was flabbergasted by the action. Rian was still supposed to be mad at me (for good reason), and now right here she was full heartedly hugging me. I yearned for the affection of her touch. I had hurt her so much recently, and I just wanted things to go back to normal. Wrong, I wanted more than that. I wanted her. I give her an affirming touch by wrapping my arms back around her. I didn’t feel worth of her affection. I wanted to stand there in the warmth of her touch, but she backed up. “Everything’s a mess, I need your help.” She exclaimed.

“Why what happened?” She looked frazzled, like everything in her world was about to come crumbling down.

“It’s Jordan…” she sniffled. “He didn’t show up.” I was shocked, but in a way I wasn’t surprised at all. Jordan had always been a jerk, and part of the reason she was so insecure. He didn’t deserve to get to dance with her anyways.

“What can I do to help?” I asked.

“Riker, I know this is a lot to ask, but you’re the only person who knows the dance.” I stepped back.