Forever & Always (A Ross Lynch Love Story)

Chapter 49

Hey guys!! So I can't think of a title for this chapter, so if you have any suggestions Lmk! Sorry this chapter is kinda filler & stuffff. So you can skip it because it sucks. Just don't be expecting me to update for a while, at least until I finish the next chapter of my Greyson fic. Anywho, yep! Please fan/comment/vote if you like it! I looked & if you search "Ross lynch" this is the last fanfic to show up on the second page of results! Idk, i find that cool! XD I think they organize them based on how many votes the stories have, so if you guys could vote... Then I'd move up higher and uh... Yeah xD I'm tired, don't mind me.

Chapter 49

The car ride back to the Lynches house was so eerily silent. The usual noise that filled the car was gone, and instead was replaced by a complete silence.

Ross, rocky and I were in the third row again. Rocky looked extremely upset, while I had my head on Ross's shoulder, and he was playing with my fingers in his lap.

As soon as we got back to the Lynches house, everyone stumbled over each other in an attempt to get out of the car first; no one wanted to be in that confined, awkward space any longer.

"Ross, Jordan, we have to talk," mark motioned to us, walking briskly into the house.

Ross slowly grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

By the time Ross and I got inside, mark and Stormie were waiting for us on the couch.

Mark had his head in his hands and he sighed. "Ross. I realize that this is your life, and you're old enough to make your own choices now." I could feel Ross fidgeting beside me. "But this is just too far. What happened? You would've never done this before."

"Before what?" Ross asked almost snappishly.

"Before you met Jordan, before you broke up! Honestly Ross, I truly believe that you two would be better off apart!!" Mark snapped.

"Do you?" Ross asked coldly.

"I do."

"Yeah well.... That's not your decision to make. It's mine and Jordan's," Ross's eyes were shards of glass.

"I realize that. So I'm going to tell you something. Raising a family isn't easy. Especially when you're 16, for crying out loud!" Stormie rubbed mark's arm, calming him down just the slightest. "Do you know what your last little stunt might cost you? Austin and ally, any chance of ever being on anything Disney again, it--"

"Did you ever think I might not WANT to be an actor anymore, dad? Did you ever think of that?!"

"But that's been your dream as long as I can remember," Stormie murmured.

"People change," Ross said quietly.

"Listen. The next interview you do, they're going to ask about this. You have to tell them that it was all a joke, a dare; you're actually still a virgin and you and Jordan never got back together."

"What?!" Ross shouted. "So you want us to break up again and me to lie to my fans?!"

"It's the only way you won't loose fans or your TV show, Ross..."

"Oh yeah? Well maybe this'll weed out my fake fans. Dad please--" Ross started.

"No Ross. I've already texted Andre and we've talked about it, and he agrees with me. You two cannot be seen together whatsoever, until everyone forgets about this whole 'virginity' thing."

"What?!" Ross and I screamed in unison.

"You can't do this! You said yourself I'm old enough to make my own choices, it's not--" Ross sputtered.

"I know. But you're still underage, which means you have to listen to ME," Mark clasped his hands together.

Ross took a deep breath. "Jordan's pregnant."

"What?" Mark asked quickly.

"Jordan's pregnant," Ross repeated.

"Oh yeah, like we're going to fall for that again. You can't lie about the same thing twice, Ross!" Mark said, obviously exasperated.

"No, dad, this time I actually think she really might be pregnant," Ross breathed.

"What?" Stormie asked quietly. "Morning sickness... Oh no..." She shook her head, burying her nose in Mark's shoulder.

Mark looked coldly at Ross and I. "Ever thought about abortion?"

"Dad!" Ross shouted. "Whatever happened to being against abortion?!?!"

"Well it's different when your son knocks up his girlfriend when he's not even 17 yet, and he thinks he can start a family and just abandon his career!" Mark snapped.

"You won't touch her," Ross glared at his dad, crossing an arm across my lap.

"This is your problem, not mine," Mark snapped.

"Mark, honey--" Stormie started in an attempt to bring him to his senses.

Mark just put his hands in the air, stomping angrily away.

"Ill talk to him," Stormie said quietly. "But for now I think it's best you listen to him." Ross shot her a look of pure Rage. "Listen, I don't like it either, but he's your father, and you have to listen to him." And with that, she was gone.

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"Your phone's ringing," Carly said quietly. Carly, Rydel and I were sitting on the floor of rydel's room talking. Well, mainly just Carly and Rydel were talking; I stayed silent even when one of them asked me a question. I couldn't believe Mark wanted me to get an abortion if I was actually pregnant. And that he wanted Ross and I to break up and lie to all of his fans.

I looked at the caller ID; a blocked number.

I answered it, ignoring the fact that it was probably a solicitor. "Hello?"

There was snickering, and the phone just hung up. I glared at my phone, when suddenly it rang again. This time the number was in my contacts: John Luke.

"Hi," I answered timidly.

"What did you do?" He asked quietly.

"So I'm guessing you heard about the interview..."

"I watched it, alright," I could hear people talking in the background. "Why?"

"Why what?" I picked at my nail polish.

"Why did you do it?" The speaking in the background on his side got louder.

"It felt right at the time."

"What about now?" He pressured.

"I don't regret anything," I muttered.

"Are you sure about that? Because you sound pretty depressed."

"John Luke it..." I poured everything out. How I had planned on committing suicide, Why I felt I should give Ross my virginity that night, how everything had just gone wrong since then, how I might be pregnant... All of Mark's suggestions, everything.

"What you did was wrong," John Luke said in his accent.

"I don't regret it, John Luke," I muttered.

"Listen... I uh.... Have an idea."

"What is it?" I asked warily.

And then he told me his plan.