Ross Lynch Imagines

Ross

          I waited impatiently for Ross to return home. I scrolled through channels, not finding any interest on any movies playing. I glanced up at the clock, he would be home from band rehearsal at any moment.

        A few minutes later I heard the sound of the garage door opening. I flipped off the TV and jumped to my feet. I needed to confront him on what I think I saw and why he was always out late at night. The door opened and revealed a very exhausted Ross. He threw the car keys on the table and kicked off his shoes.

     "You're home late," I spoke. Ross jumped in surprise of my presence.

       "Jesus Y/N, you gave me a heart attack." He placed his hand over his heart. I ignored his comment and flipped on the light switch.

      "Why are you home so late?" I questioned suspiciously. I took a few steps closer, examining him more. He took a step back in result.

       "Riker kept us longer," he shrugged it off. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

      "At 12 in the morning?" I exclaimed annoyed. If he thought this pathetic excuse was gonna fool me, he's wrong.

      "Geez Y/N, chill out." He chuckled. I was furious, he was hiding something. And I knew exactly what it was.

        "Who is she?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. He almost choked on his water and looked at me like I had gone nuts. "Who is she?" I repeated, my tolerance increasing.

       "What? What do you mean?" He asked obliviously. I rolled my eyes.

      "Ross, who's the girl you're cheating on me with?" I snapped. His eyes widened.

      "W-what?" He stuttered. "Girl? Y/N are you feeling okay?"

       My shoulders sunk in realization. There was a girl. My theory had been proven correct. Whenever Ross stuttered, he was either nervous or lying.

         "How long have you been seeing her?" I whispered in shock. Ross wasn't just some guy, I'm madly in love with him and we live together. Had he really gone and done this horrible thing?

         "Two weeks...." He trailed off, looking down at his feet. I felt tears prick my eyes. It was true, he admitted it. My whole body started to tremble, I felt my world cave in.

      "W-why?" I muttered. I took in deep breaths, I did not want to break down in front of him; it would just show how weak I am.

        "Y/N, I-" I cut him off.

     "What's her name?"

     "Morgan...." He said silently. I couldn't take hold it in, a sob escaped my lips. I felt myself get dizzy, I took a seat down at the table and put my head in my hands. "Y/N don't cry. Please don't, I'm so sorry-"

    "Sorry?" I barked. "You're sorry? Well guess what asshole, sorry won't cut it!" He was taken back by my sudden change of mood. He tried to touch my arm but I slapped it away. "Don't ever touch me!"

       "Y/N, let's talk about this-" he pleaded. I shot up from my chair, I would not take a single plead for forgiveness. I was done.

       "Ross, I want you to leave." I ordered. He looked at me like a lost puppy.

      "But I love you-" his bottom lip trembled. His eyes got glassy.

      "Shut the hell up! Pack you're bags and go!" I screamed. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He ran upstairs to pack. I collapsed back on the chair.