R5 One Shots

riker & dove → all kinds of wrong.

Because there was nothing better than being left in the middle of a crowded Hollywood party because all your siblings went off to find the person they were infatuated with, right?

Not.

Riker Lynch glanced around at the party goers who were dancing and singing at the top of their lungs, without a single care in the world. He couldn't help but envy them. Because despite his so-called "image," he still cared. More than he probably should.

It was while he was looking around that a certain someone caught his eye. She had bright blond hair and she was smiling, seeming almost angelic. She was the only other person in the entire room that wasn't screaming or dancing like a total idiot. In fact, she stayed kind of still, observing her surroundings. Just like him.

After a moment he eventually remembered her name. Dove, he believed. Dove Cameron. She was beautiful, really, and he remembered Ross and Laura talking about her occasionally, although he had never officially met her.

He was so lost in thought, he hasn't even noticed her disappearance. He peered around the room, trying to catch sight of her again. Just then, he felt a slim body smash into his. He flinched back, catching himself by tightly gripping onto a nearby table. "Hey, be care-- oh," he cut off abruptly, suddenly shutting his mouth.

Dove.

"Sorry," she said softly, grinning apologetically. "I just was looking around. Once you get over all the people ... it's sort of pretty," she explained, sounding almost shy.

He grinned back immediately, nodding quickly. "Yeah, it is," he agreed quietly, although his gaze was locked on her. "I'm Riker, by the way. Riker Lynch."

She gnawed on her bottom lip for a second or two before responding. "I know. I'm a big fan. But, um, nice to meet you, Riker Lynch. I'm Dove Cameron. I'm friends with Ross," she added, almost as an afterthought.

He nodded again, although slowly this time. "Nice to meet you, as well. And yeah, I'm a big fan, too. You're a great singer."

She blushed slightly, looking down at the floor. "Thanks. You, too," she mumbled softly before looking up. "Don't hate me for asking, but ... why are you all alone?"

It vaguely crossed his mind that he could never hate her. And although some people may find her question rude or something, he definitely didn't. Maybe it was because of the innocence in her eyes. Or possibly her hopeful expression. "Everyone I came with ended up running off with somebody else, so," he said, shrugging a bit.

She pursed her lips before linking their arms together. "Then I guess I'll just have to keep you company," she said with a half smile, and he could have sworn that was something that could only be described as flirtatious in her tone. Not that he minded.

"Maybe tonight won't be so bad, after all," he said, matching her half smile with one of his own. She paused, staring up at him thoughtfully for a minute before tightening her grip on him and dragging him across the room. She glanced around frantically before picking up a random red plastic cup and handing it to him.

"Drink this," she instructed.

He was beginning to question her innocence.

"I don't exactly feel like getting drunk--"

"Ugh, just drink it, Riker."

He probably wouldn't have if she just had not said his name. But he liked the way she said it, the way she was so persistent, the way she smiled ... huh. Maybe he already was a little drunk and he just didn't know it.

He hesitated for a brief moment before raising the cup to his mouth and pressing his lips to the rim, taking a small sip. He swallowed quickly, then looked over at her, grinning quizzically. "Dove, it's soda," he said, simply because he wanted to say her name, too.

He liked the way he said her name. Almost as much as he liked how she said his.

She laughed lightly. "It's Pepsi, actually. I wanted to see if you would trust me, and for some weird reason, you did!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly.

He rolled his eyes teasingly but chose to take another sip instead of really responding. His mind was running wild. Maybe it was the lights or the atmosphere or possibly even the way she said his name, but he just really wanted to kiss the living daylights out of her right now.

It seemed painfully unfair, already being this attracted to a girl he literally just officially met and barely knew. Agonizingly unfair, even.

He still wasn't complaining, though.

She dragged him across the entire party, chattering about things that barely even made sense to him. Probably because he wasn't exactly listening to what she was saying, just paying attention to her every movement and all. After awhile he realized she was eighteen, which meant she was even younger than Laura and Ross, but at the moment, he couldn't care less about age. He still wanted to kiss her like the world was ending.

"... so, yeah," she finished eventually, sounding completely out of breath. "Sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I? I do that a lot, though, so if you hang out with me, you better get used to it."

"Done," he said instantly, and she cracked a small grin. He returned it sheepishly, wondering where all this sudden shyness came from. They both stayed silent for a couple minutes before he started to talk about the band. She listened intently, still not pulling away from their linked arms. He trailed off awkwardly after awhile, realizing that she was beginning to doze off when her head lightly hit his shoulder.

She blinked sleepily at him, biting her lower lip. "Sorry, it's not that you're boring, 'cause you're definitely not, but I'm just really tired. I was going over the script for my show until three last night and I woke up at six and I think I just lost my second wind."

He chuckled lightly. "Nah, I understand. Want me to take you home?" he asked, then cringed inwardly, realizing how this might sound.

But innocent as always, Dove completely missed what he had unintentionally implied. "No, no, it's okay, but thanks. I think my boyfriend showed up here a few minutes ago, so I'll just have him drive me home."

He felt his heart drop, down, down, doooown. Splat. Shattered on the ground. Just because of one little word. "B-boyfriend?" he managed to choke out, his voice unwillingly shaking slightly.

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, Ryan. And ... oh! There he is," she pointed to a guy that looked vaguely familiar to Riker, but right now all he knew was that he hated him. A lot. "I better go."

He nodded, swallowing hard. "Thanks for keeping me company," he said softly, managing to keep his tone relatively normal.

"It was my pleasure, trust me." She finally pulled away from their locked arms, but soon stood up on her tiptoes, gently pressing her lips against his cheek. "Bye," she said quietly, lingering for another long moment before taking a step back and skipping towards Ryan.

Riker stared after her, feeling a strange sense of longing and an equally strange sense of some feeling that felt like a combination of pain and happiness.

So, apparently it was possible to fall head over heels for someone in an hour or so. Good to know.

It was all kinds of wrong, though.

-- written by jeanne (@xSeddiexRikovex).