Be My Romeo - A Ross Lynch Fanfic

Chapter 7

"Hello Rocky," Stormie says as she opens the door. "oh," she says cherpily "And Brooke." She forces a smile. "Are you okay? What happened?" She looks at Rocky who looks at me, "Should I say, or.." I look away. I still wasn't completely sure about my decision. "I'll say," I say to him. I look at Stormie "I lied," I say plainly. "I didn't have a place to go," By now the rest of the family had crowded into the hall way. There's a short pause, "Come in to the dining room," Stormie says "We're about to have dinner."

Once dinner has been served and everyone is sat down Stormie turns to me, "If you didn't have a place to go, where were you going to stay?" I glance down at my food awkwardly. This was the first time in years I'd had a proper family meal. It was also the first non takeaway meal I'd had. "I was going to sleep rough," Everyone looks shocked, even Rocky so I quickly add on "I did that back in the UK too, I'm used to it, it's no big deal." 

Stormie shakes her head sympathetically, "It is a big deal, no one should have to sleep rough. What about your parents?" She asks. "My mum's always abroad somewhere, my dad's dead."

"I'm so sorry." Stormie says. "I't's okay." I reply. Then she continues "Your still more than welcome to stay with us, if you need anything just tell us." I nod "Thanks so much." I reply.

This was totally unlike me, I hadn't expected the move to LA to change who I was, then again, I hadn't planned to stay with the Lynches. It all felt so unusual, so wrong. I had to fight my instincts to reject everything but deep down, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.

Soon enough a conversation began, and I joined in, "Can I just say," Rocky begins "You have the most awesome accent ever." Everyone laughs and Riker adds "Yup, British accents are amazing," I laugh along. I felt like I was part of their family, It felt nice yet kind of strange.

Once dinner was finished we all went into the living room, "What video games do you like?" Ryland asked. Ryland was their younger brother. He wasn't in the band, but he was a DJ and opened at their concerts. "I don't really play video games," I reply. "So," Ryland asks "What do you like to do? Browse Youtube, internet, social media..." This was why I avoided conversations. However I make an effort to continue the conversation.

At dinner, I had re established my list of things that I needed to do. I had put Jace's revenges on the top of the list. I did like LA, but half of me still wanted to live my old life in Britain, that wasn't going to be possible thanks to Jace. I might be in a different country, but there are no limits.

Everyone is looking at me for a response "I don't really do the kind of things a typical teenager does. In England I lived on the streets so I didn't have a phone or any of that," I felt like the conversation was becoming to personal but they seemed interested. "How did you spend your time then?" Riker asks.

"Well, if I needed something I would probably shop lift or mug someone, the rest of the time I was usually in the old bus station just staring into space."

"Your sixteen right?" Ross asks. I nod in response. "Didn't you have to go to school?" he asks. This was getting too personal. Most people regarded it as normal conversation but I wasn't used to telling people about my life. Not even Jace knew me that well.

They must have sensed that I didn't want to tell them because Rydel quickly changed the conversation. "I think we should go to bed now." She says. Ross yawns and nods "Yeah, I didn't sleep at all on that flight, thanks to some people." He says glaring at Rocky and Ryland. Rocky laughs.

"I'm going to go for a quick walk." I state. I needed to get my head around everything that was happening. "Cool." Rocky says, "Don't get lost." he laughs. I laugh back and head outside.

I step into the cool evening air. It kind of reminded me of England. But the breeze in LA had a warmth to it that England didn't have. I begin walking down the road, conscious of where I was going. I'm still not sure about living with they Lynch's. I don't see living with them as a bad thing, I'm just not sure I want to let go of my old life style.

Coming to LA was the only way I was going to get out of going to prison, but I could have continued my old life style. I know it wasn't the best way to spend life and I probably sound ungrateful but part of me felt scared. Something I've never felt before.

"Are you not feeling hot?" Someone asks. I look around. A boy a couple of years older is standing opposite me. He's wearing a baggy white t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. I look up at him, "Who are you?" I ask in a rude tone. He smirks, "You didn't answer my question. I don't say anything. After a while he says "I'm Brandon,"

"I'm Brooke," I say. He smiles "So, care to tell me why your dressed in black in a hot country."
"It's my style." I reply simply. "Are you British?" He asks. "Yeah," I reply. He nods, "Are you going anywhere?" He asks casually.  I shake my head "Just a walk."
"That's good," he replies "Because I wanna cause some trouble, but I need help."

"What kind of trouble?" I ask half interested. "Pranks." He says grinning. I raise an eyebrow "Pranks?" I question. He laughs "So are you coming or not?" He asks. "I'm coming," I say without thinking about it.