The Next Step Jiley Oneshots

I Need You Right Now

Riley's POV

I drop my bags on the floor and throw myself on my bed, sighing in relief.

Today was...Pretty horrible. It's one of those days where nothing goes right for you and all you want to do it collapse on your bed and pull the covers up till everything is right again.

I had two tests today, both of which I'm pretty sure I bombed. My history teacher was in an extra bad mood today, making my mood even worse. I kept getting called on in English to read. And at dance it was like I couldn't pick up any choreography at all and I couldn't do anything right.

I pick up my phone from my beside table and dial James's number. James. Another thing that is also making me depressed. Since he isn't in A Troupe anymore, it's like we have no time for each other, and I just miss him. A lot.

It rings several times before being sent to voicemail.

"Hey it's James. Sorry I can't take your call right now, so leave a message." The voicemail says.

"Hey James, it's Riley. Sorry if you're busy right now, but is there any chance that you can come around to my place when you get the chance? I just need you right now. I love you, bye." I sigh, hanging up the phone.

I sigh tiredly, lazily tossing my phone on the bed, which bounces off and onto the floor, landing with a thud. I groan in frustration and defeat, stuffing my head under the pillow.

~~~~~

"Ri, are you in here?" A familiar voice awakes me.

"Yeah." I mutter. I hear the person walking closer to my bed and unearths me from the mountain of blankets I'm basically buried under. I lift up my head and I'm face to face with James.

"Hey baby." He says softly, laying down on the bed with me.

"Hey." I sniffle, cuddling closer to him.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks. I smile at the nickname. He doesn't call me stuff like that unless he knows I'm upset.

"I don't even know. I just feel depressed and sad and like I don't even know what to do anymore." I explain, beginning to cry.

"Hey, hey, you'll be alright." He soothes, pulling me closer to him and kissing my head.

"I miss you." I sob.

"Where did I go?" He chuckles.

"I miss you in A Troupe. And when I do have time to hang out with you, you're with you own friends, and I don't want to take you away from them." I tell him.

"I know you don't babe, but if you're ever feeling sad and upset and just miss me, just call me and I'll be there for you." He replies. I sigh, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around him.

  "Can you stay here with me for a bit?" I ask.

  "Of course baby." He replies, kissing my head. I lay back down into the blankets and he does the same.

                              •   •   •

  Me and James just talk and kiss for the next hour or so. The TV is on, but the volume so low we can just faintly hear it. It may not be the most romantic scene, two teenagers curled up on an unmade bed, in a messy room, but I would choose it over any fancy, expensive date any day.

I readjusted my position, tightening my arms around James's chest and nestling my face into the crook of his neck.

"Feeling any better baby?" James asks.

"A little bit." I mumble into his neck. He sighs, turning over onto his side and wrapping both his arms strongly around me, causing us to look at each other face to face. A soft, happy smile playing on his features. It's not very often I see the sweet, cuddly James. So when I do, I like to enjoy it as long as it lasts.

  "I love you." I whisper, staring deeply into his eyes. He kisses my forehead, then my nose, and then pecks my lips before replying,

  "And I love-"

   Only to be cut off by his phone ringing. He sighs and I groan as we untangle ourselves from each other. James reaches for his phone and reads it while I watch anxiously.

  "Band practice. I got to go." James explains, getting off the bed.

  "Do you have to?" I whine. He kisses the top of my head and then proceeds to put on his jacket.

  "I'm sorry babe, but I do." He replies.

  "Can't you miss band practice this just once?" I beg. He shakes his head, smiling pitifully at me.

  "I can't Ri. You know that." He says.

  "So you can't miss one band practice but you can miss spending time with me?" I ask sadly.

  "It's not just as simple as that." He replies.

  "Fine, go. See if I care." I mutter, turning on my side, back on to him.

  "Don't be mad at me Riles." I hear him sigh.

  "I'm not mad." I croak, my voice beginning to break. All I wanted was to spend a few, uninterrupted hours alone with him. He spends all of his time with everyone else. Is it that hard to give up a few hours of his time for his own girlfriend? I stay silent, until I hear James talking. But not to me...

  "Hey Shane? It's me. Yeah I know, but I can't make it. I have something more important to do. Yeah, sorry man. I'll talk to you later, bye."

I feel the empty part of the bed beside me dip down and then I feel two strong arms around me.

"You didn't have to do that." I sniffle.

"Yes I did." He replies. "And do you know why I had to?"

"Why?" I ask half heartedly.

"Because you are right. I should be able to miss band practice at least ones. Especially to spend time with you." He says. I turn around in his arms and smile up at him.

"Thank you." I whisper. He smiles back and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're welcome." He whispers back. I take my previous position and wrap my arms around his torso and my face nestled into his neck.

"Hey Riles?"

"Hm?"

"I love you too."