"Madi? What's wrong?" I looked over and Mark was staring at me.
"Nothing....I'm fine." I said quietly and quickly. I feel like I can't breathe, Mark. Ross can't still have feelings for me, Mark. Control your son, Mark. Why do I keep saying Mark? Mark.
"Really? You look really pale, which is weird for you because you're really tan." He laughed and stopped. I realized I was suppose to laugh to so I let out a giggle. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Um...." I looked across the stage at Hannah whose eyes were glued on me. "I think I'm catching something. I'll just head back to the hotel and lay down."
"But, R5's sets almost over. They only have one song left and I'm sure Ellington will be offended if you leave."
"Yeah....his legendary sweat hugs." I look over at Ross. "One more song then I can leave." I whisper as to reassure myself that I'm doing the right thing. They preformed Loud and then it was over. The boys and Delly came off stage and the stage and they were so pumped, Ellington came off first and I saw the devilish smile he get before the grosses hug you could ever get, I rolled my eyes and opened my arms and he ran in and soaked me. He let go of me and the others ran in and then drenched me in the salty liquid. "Great guys, now I'm wet."
"Not the first time I've heard that." Ross yelled as he throw one arm around me and squeezed me. Everyone laughed and Rocky wooted.
"Not like that Rocky."
"Then like how?"
I looked at Ross. "You never told them?"
"You said not, too."
"Aw, well I'm going too" I patted his cheek with my free hand. "So, that first night I spent with y'all like what?" I looked at Ross. "Two...three years ago?" He nodded. "Yep, anyways I get some sketchy texts from Shory here and.."
"They were not sketchy, they were romantic."
"If you think Twilight is romantic then yes. He basically said he was watching me in Delly's room and ditch her to hang with him."
"See romantic." He said laughing. I pushed my shoulder into his side.
"Anyways. I went down and he tried to push me in the pool and failed and that's when i said 'you could have gotten me wet' or something then he fell in and he pulled me in and that part of the history of us." We all laughed it felt like nothing changed for a bit that me and Ross were still together joking with the gang after a show then Hannah appeared. I pulled away from Ross. "I have to go. I feel a bit under the weather."
"But-" Ross began to say.
"It's fine let her go." Hannah said wrapping her arms around him.
"No, she can stay." He said looking at her.
"Ross, we talked about this."
"No, you know what" he pulled away from her. "All you've done is talk bullshit about Madi ever since she's got here and I'm fucking sick of it."
"What?" Hannah looks at him
"You heard me. I'm sick of the way you treat people, the fans, my family, but you messing with Madi is the last fucking straw. She is the most beautiful person inside and out, she is caring, talented, and her personality is great. She's funny and adventurous. She is the best person I've ever know and I was an idiot for letting her go."
"....Ross..." I whispered.
"You better watch what you say next. If you apologize, I can forget this ever happened."
"No. We are done."
"You know I can make you. But not anymore, R5 is done."
"Oh well. I guess it's back to YouTube." Riker said walking up by Ross.
"You...you can't...Ugh!" She storms off and it was silent for a second. Then all of a sudden everyone started cheering, the tech, the stage crew, everyone. Then Ross walked up to me.
"Hey, I know it's not my usually big romantic gesture but do you think you could give me one more chance?"
I smiled and shook my head. "You're an idiot." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. Him smiled and leaded in too. It was probably the best kiss ever.
The end
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FanfictionMadi Byrd moved to LA to pursue her career as a dancer. She desides to dance at The Rage in the mean time, where she befriends Rydel Lynch. (Ross Lynch Imagine) (No fame)