Be My Romeo - A Ross Lynch Fanfic

Chapter 6

It's been two days since I accepted Ross's offer to go to LA. He checked with his parents and they were surprisingly fine with it. They didn't mind me staying at their house for as long as I needed to.

Not that I was. I didn't like being helped. It meant I had to worry about giving back and being polite. It also caused inconvenience. 

As soon as we got to LA I was going to pay them and then leave. I wasn't going to live a life of crime.

My mum had always told me that we shouldn't get our hopes up. There was no hope for our family. 

She said we'd never be more than a few good for nothing people with unpleasant lives. I just accepted it, I never tried to prove her wrong. My life wasn't as bad as it could get so why should I change it.

However now I have an opportunity, I could prove myself, maybe I'd be more than an antisocial delinquent. 

When I go to LA, I'm going to have to sleep rough a few nights, maybe even weeks. I'll get a job in a store or something like that and buy a small flat, then I'll get my revenge on Jace and show my mother where I've got to. 

But I'm not going to get my hopes up. It just brings more pain.

"You ready to leave?" Ross asks me as he joins me outside of the hotel. 

I shrug "Yeah," I reply. 

"Don't you want to take anything with you or say final goodbyes?" He asks. 

He doesn't understand, I don't have anything to take with me and I have no one to say goodbye to. Stormie, Ross's mum comes out carrying two suitcases. 

"Got your passport?" she asks. I don't reply. "Thought so," she chuckles to herself. 

The rest of the family and Ellington walk out of the hotel equipped with all their luggage.

"Here's your passport," Riker says handing me a passport. 

I take it from him and examine it closely. This wasn't my passport, I didn't have one. I hear Stormie chuckle,

"We got one made for you, we guessed you wouldn't have one."

"Thanks." I say forcing a smile. 

I pocket the passport, I guess my journey would be easier now. We get into the van and begin the drive to the airport. Everyone's talking happily and trying to involve me in conversations. 

I don't. I feel bad, their doing so much for me, but I can't be friendly with them. My mum would talk to everyone, she had many boyfriends, many friends all of which betrayed her and left her heartbroken. 

None of her friends supported her in the hardest moments of her life. I'm not putting my self through that.

We arrive at the airport and go through all of the security and then we're boarding the plane. I've never been on one before. 

Stormie hands me my ticket and I walk over to my seat, it's a few seats away from everyone else's but I'm all right with that, it gives me time to think. I spend most of the flight sleeping so the flight does not last very long.

When we land we collect our luggage and we get the train back to their house. 

"So where you staying?" Ross asks me as we walk up their street. 

"A friend of mine in the UK, has family here, I'm staying with them." I lie.

Ross nods, 

"Cool." he says "Do you want a ride there?" He asks. 

"No," I reply, then add on 

"But thanks...for everything." 

He smiles. "Your welcome."

We stop in front of their house. 

"Well I guess this is goodbye then," Stormie says giving me a quick hug. 

"Yeah." I say, "Bye," I say. 

"Bye." They say back in unison and I start walking up the road.

I just had to find somewhere to spend the night, tomorrow I'd look for a job and I'd be sorted. I know it's not going to be easy, but I don't mind sleeping rough, I'm used to it.

I walk aimlessly around the town, looking for a place where I can crash. I find an old bridge which reminds me slightly of the abandoned bus station. I walk around the area for a while and then decide that I'll reside under the bridge.

I stand under the bridge, taking in my surroundings when I here a voice behind me 

"Nice place." I turn around, Rocky's standing a few metres behind me, scowling. 

"You lied, what do you get out of it." He says sternly.

His voice rises "You could have spent a few nights or even weeks in a house with people who give a damn about you but no, you go and stay under a bridge." 

He pauses and then continues, his anger rising 

"What do you get out of it? What's the point? Ross spent a whole day begging us to let you come with us! If he knew you didn't have a place to stay do you know how upset he would be?"

He begins to shout "You only came to get your self out of prison, fair enough. We offered you a home, a place to live, even jobs and you just chuck them out the window. We do all we can to get you involved in conversations, to make you smile, but you just ignore everyone. How do you live with yourself."

I feel a sinking feeling inside me. His last sentence plays over in my brain. How do I live with my self? He takes a step closer "Why don't you take out your knife, hurt me, come on?" He urges.There's a long silence. Neither of us make a sound. Rocky looks down at the floor shamefully. "I'm sorry." He says sincerely. He pauses, "I shouldn't have said any of that."

"It's okay." I reply. "It was the truth." He shakes his head and walks towards me. "No, it was wrong." He says. "Maybe it's true but you probably had your reasons and it doesn't pay to make someone feel bad." He pauses again "I'm really, really sorry Brooke." He looks at me, expecting an answer. I don't know what to say.

Should I tell him the truth? Usually I'd just ignore him and walk away. But, something about what he had said, made me feel like I shouldn't. Maybe it's because I wanted to start new. I don't know. I decide to tell him the truth "I know I push people away." I say. "It's the way I am...I'm sorry if I hurt anyone, but honestly I'm better alone." That's probably the most heart felt thing I've ever said to anyone. I barely ever say the truth about my self or what I'm feeling,

He nods slowly, after some time he says "Your more than welcome if you want to stay with us." Once again, I was going completely against why I ususally would have done "Why?" I ask. "Why are you so interested in me staying with you guys?"

He takes some time to think about it "There's no real reason. Our family have always stuck together, been there for each other and I guess we just want that for others." He shrugs and then says "That's kinda what our bands about, being a family...we call the fans R5 Family."

He looks at me, waiting for an answer. I felt like this was the biggest decision of my life. A few days ago I would have ignored it, threatened him and gone somewhere else. Something about what he had said. He made me actually consider it. Maybe it was because I was in LA, trying to change my life and start from scratch.

I think about it. Going with him would probably lead to a whole new lifestlye, a slightly more normal one. Not going would most likely lead to the same lifestyle. The one I was escaping. The life of crime. I had been hoping to find a job, but deep down, I knew no one would hire me.

"You can always leave, if you don't like it." I consider what he says. I had nothing to lose. His face looks hopeful. This was my one shot at living a typical teenage life. "Um," I say, "I'd like to...stay with you guys...if its okay." I say uncertainly. Why was I uncertain. I was never uncertain. Rocky breaks into a massive goofy smile. "Great!" he says happily. "Let's go home!" As I follow him back I can't help but feel that I'm saying goodbye to my old life, and welcoming a new one.