Partners In Crime (Ross Lynch/R5)

Chapter 12

-Liz's POV-

The sweet smell of pancakes and fruit woke me up the next morning. I looked around and saw Ross wasn't in my room, meaning he had been cooking. I looked down at his shirt that I still had on from last night. The thought of last night brought a true smile to my face. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, walking into my kitchen to see Ross shirtless and cooking, a sight I wouldn't mind waking up to every morning.

"Good morning, princess." Ross kissed my cheek. "I made pancakes, fruit salad, and scrambled eggs."

"It smells heavenly." I took a seat at the table. "Anything I can help with?" I asked.

"Actually, you can set the table." Ross said. I hopped off the stool and set the table. "I'll fix your plate for you." He added.

"Thank you." I took a seat. Ross scraped scrambled eggs on my plate, stacked three pancakes next to the eggs, and added some fruits to my plate as well.

"Do you want some butter and syrup too?" Ross sat a cup of coffee in front of me.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Ross sat the butter and syrup down and then fixed his own plate next. He sat across from me, his own cup of coffee steaming as well.

"You really went all out." I smiled, spreading butter between my pancakes, and drizzling syrup over my pancakes. I cut off a small piece of pancake and rolled my eyes in pleasure. "It's soooo good!"

Ross smiled, "I'm glad you like it. They're from scratch." We ate our breakfast in peace and I helped Ross clean up. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we fell onto my couch.

"You look really adorable in my clothes." Ross whispered in my ear making me smile. It was still raining outside and Ross and I just laid on the couch, listening to the sound of the rain falling.

"I should get going." He said. "I have to get cleaned up and get down to the studio."

He patted my thigh and I moved out of Ross's way. "I thought you didn't have anything to do today."

"I didn't think so either, but Riker said that we're going to discuss some stuff for the new album." He crossed over to me. "I need my shirt, Liz." He laughed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and said, "Too bad. I'm keeping it." Ross got so close out bodies were touching.

"Give. Me. My. Shirt." He growled playfully.

"Nope." I popped the 'p'.

"Liz, I need my shirt." He pleaded. "Please!"

I traced my finger up and down Ross's abs. "Why don't you go home like this? You're all bruised up and sexy."

"First of all, my family won't think it's sexy and second, they'll ask why I'm all bruised up. Just give me my shirt." Ross got on his knees and clasped his hands together.

"You're so cute when you beg." I giggled down at him, tapping his nose. Ross grabbed my legs and took me to the floor, tickling my side.

"Okay! I'll give you your shirt just please stop tickling me!" I said between breaths. Ross got off of me and I lifted his shirt over my head. Ross put it on his own body and I hugged him tightly.

"Have fun at your meeting." I told Ross. He kissed my lips softly.

"I'll try. I'll be by later. Love you."

I smiled and said, "Love you too." Ross kissed me again and grabbed his jacket. He scanned my body, winked, and walked out of my door. I stretched my arms and decided to clean up myself. I took a shower and straightened my hair. I swiped on my makeup and got dressed. I decided to go visit my parents so I got in my car and drove.