Taking Chances (a Ross Lynch fanfiction)

Chapter 41

(Ross's point of view)

I stormed off down the driveway. If I drove, there was a chance I could miss seeing her.

I heard Rocky calling me back, but there was no way he was stopping me now. I had to find Ashley and I had to get to the bottom of this. Now.

It shouldn't be hard to spot her. She left in nothing but my shirt, and underwear. She wasn't even wearing any shoes.

I had absolutely no idea where she would be, or which way Riker pointed her, but I was going to find her.

By now, I was a block away from the house. How was I going to confront her? As soon as I saw her, I would run to her. I would pull her into a hug and burry my face in her hair. I loved her. Why did she keep doing this to me though?

I had to have been miles away from the house by now. Where was she? I saw someone up ahead. They were curled into a ball in front of an abandoned building. It looked like they were crying. They didn't look to be wearing any pants either.

Ashley.

I started running toward her.

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(Ashley's point of view)

I didn't want to go back. I would have to face Ross. Could I do it? I was going to have to sooner or later. I couldn't lay here forever. I just wanted to go home.

I was curled into a ball, my knees pulled to my chest, laying in front of a large abandoned building. I should have been heading back, but I stopped because my feet hurt. I should have taken the ride back with Riker. I can't believe he said that to me though. He probably told Ross everything by now. I was so screwed.

I felt someone sit down beside me. I didn't dare look up though. Maybe they would leave if I ignored them.

"Ashley." They breathed.

How did they know my name? His voice sounded so familiar.

Ross.

I burried my face deeper.

"Look at me baby." He whispered.

I shook my head.

"I missed you." He pulled me into his lap.

He had me sitting on his lap, my head was right underneath his chin. I was curled up against him. Not wanting to move.

"Please," he breathed, "talk to me."

Not a chance. I wasn't making this worse.

"I know what you did. Riker told me."

My face burned red, tears stung my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"I like hearing your voice, keep talking to me. Don't shut me out."

"I ruined everything. I'm the worst person in the world. You'll never forgive me no matter how many times I say I'm sorry or it won't happen again. I am such a screw up. You probably never want to see me again. I don't even know why you came to find me. Probably out of anger. I know what I've done and I will have to live with it for the rest of my life, I don't need you to remind me. It doesn't matter if you believe me, I've already made up my mind, I'm never doing anything like that again. I can't forgive myself, there's no way you can." There was no holding back the tears.

Surprisingly Ross didn't push me away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me tighter and pulled me in.

"Why do you still act like you like me?" I whispered.