R5 Preferences And Imagines

You Meet For The First Time

Ross: 

You were driving down the street on your way to work late. Again. If you were late this time you would no doubt be fired! Stopping at a red light you fumed and tapped your foot, begging for the light to change. When It finally did, you pressed the peddle to go but, to your dismay in your hurry to leave, you forgot to put more gas in your car. Groaning, you bang your head on the steering wheel. Great. You were gonna loose your job and you were stuck in the middle of the road. Cars honked all around you, making you want to scream. You almost did when someone knocked on your window. Turning you saw the face of a blonde boy, looking around 19 staring at you. Opening the door and climbing out, he smiled at you. "Hey, you look like you could use some help." He said, flashing another smile. "I'm Ross." "Y/n," you say, smiling back at him. "And yeah I could. " You look back at your car that was just sitting there. "I honestly have no idea what to do." You say, throwing your hands up. He grinned and said he could push your car out of the road. "That would be a good starting point." He said, rolling up his sleeves. You shrug and together, heave your car out of the way of traffic, silencing the endless horns being honked. (Sorry Ross' is so short!)

Riker: 

Kicking leaves out of your way, you plodded down the streets of down town L.A. (That was not meant to rhyme lol). You pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to fend off the biting winter air. You were releved when you came to your destination: the music shop. Entering, you push your hood off your he's and breath in the weal coming smell of instruments. Without hesitation you walk straight to the string section and began looking at the different options. Your little brother had cut the strings on your guitar "on accident" and now you had to replace them. Looking through all the strings, you noticed a blonde guy running his fingers over neon colored bass strings. In one hand he held red strings and in the other, blue, as if he was unsure of what to get. Walking over curiously, you said, "I like the blue  ones best personally." He looked up, a smile creeping across his face. "You think so?" He said, looking at them again. You nod. " Blue is my favorite color." You say. He laughs and says his too. "They were the ones I was leaning to." He said, putting the red ones back. You smile and say, "Glad to be of service," bowing a it, causing him to chuckle. "I have to go, see you around..." He said, trailing off on the end. "Y/n," you say, smiling. "Ok, well I'm Riker. Hope we meet again." He says as he approached the cash register. 

Rocky:

 It was New Years Eve and you and your friend y/f/n were armed and ready to go. Sliding the last of the rolls of toilet paper into your back pack and slinging it over your shoulder, you motioned for y/f/n to follow you. Nodding, you both left your house and creeped down the street, target in sight. You see, there was this crabby old man who lived in the corner and let's just say he was gonna get his just dessert. After a quick look over the house, y/f/n deemed that Mr. Bromtom was asleep. Time for action. You dumped everything out of your bag, revealing toilet paper, whipped cream cans and egg cartons. You were both getting ready to fire when you heard a rustle in the bushes to your right. You froze, arm in mid air, egg in hand as five figures appeared in the moon light. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn to the new commers. One with a bit of longer hair came up to you smirking. "It looks like we weren't the only ones with this idea." He said, holding up his own toilet paper rolls. You laugh and nod. "I'm y/n and over there is y/f/n." You say, pointing to your friend who was talking to a girl and boy who seemed to be his sister and brother while two other boys were unloading supplies. "Well I'm Rocky." He said, spraying a bit of whipped cream in his mouth, making you laugh. "Wanna join forces?" He asked, eyes your amo. You smile and agree. Now your gang was tented times the size it was. Oh you couldn't wait to see Mr. Bromtom's face when he woke up next morning...

Ellington: 

You were jumping up and down, not able to contain your excitement as you waited outside the venue for your first ever R5 concert! Sadly you were aLone, but you were not about to let a little thing like loneliness spoil your night! The line slowly got smaller as you inched forward, trying to keep from hyperventilating at the mere thought of seeing them. Finally it was your turn. Going up to the lady you went to ha d her your ticket, but she pushed you out of the way and closed the doors. "Wait, whT are you doing?" You asked, confused. "Sorry kid," she said, obviously bored. "The theater is full. Sorry for the miss-hap. Here is a complimentary R5 tee shirt for your troubles." She said, handing you a tee shirt that You already owned. Stomping your foot, you stormed off with all the other girls that did not make it in. You was getting ready to walk back to your car when you saw a side door open. Getting an Idea, you pushed a pei e of your h/c hair out of your face and crept over to the door, slipping in. You found yourself in a hallway with blue walls and white tile flooring. Doors lined the walls and you could guess which one led to the stage. Sneezing down the hall, you made your way to the door, when another door in front of you flung open to reveal all of R5. Oh no. Looking around, you saw no place to hide, so you would have to make the most of this. The first one to see you was Ell who looked quizzically at you. "Um how did you get back here?" He asked, walking over to you. You flipped your hair. "I'm supposed to be back here. Duh." You say, putting on your best Snobby white girl act. He laughed. "Oh really? And why?" He asked. You put your hand on your hip. "Well this rude lady at the front would not let me in because the theater was full and here I am!" You said, throwing your arms in the air. He chuckled. "Wouldn't let you in? That's a problem. Why don't you come and watch from backstage?" He said, smiling. Your eyes grew wide. "Really?" He nodded, chuckling and led you down the hall to the stage door, which was the complete opposite door that you thought it was. 

Ryland:

You held onto the railing of the exit at California Screamin' laughing. That ride was a blast! And it still was the third time you rode it. Dragging y/f/n over to the photo, you laughed at your faces. "Can we go again? Just one more time y/f/n? Please?!?!" You beg, tugging at her arm. She shook her head. "If you wanna go on it again, be my guest, but o feel my churro coming up so your on your own." She said, parking herself firmly on a near by bench. Groaning you turned and got back in line. You walked into the line and stood behind what looked like a group of people. More like siblings. They all looked alike. They were fighting over who was going to ride alone, since there were five of them. One blonde boy insisted that he rode with someone. I would have agreed because he seemed to be shaking where he stood. "Oh come on Ross, stop being a baby." Said a girl, looking like his older sister. One boy laughed and volunteered to go by himself. " it makes me the better sibling." He said, flipping his hair. Everyone shut up and then it was a fight to have the single rider spot. I rolled my eyes, but was still curious as to the out come because whoever it was I was most likely to be riding with. In the end the boy who had called it earlier go the spot. When it came time to ride, you climbed in next to him. He looked over at you and smiled. "Hey, I'm Ryland." He said, awkwardly holding out his hand because of the handle bars. I giggled and shook it equally as awkward. "Y/n." You say, smiling. "Well y/n, let's do this!" He said, bouncing in his seat. You laughed as the count down began. 

Tada!  Hope you guys liked the first one! Warning, they are not all going to be this long. I just made this one longer since it is how you met and all. Lemme know how you liked it! Thanks! 

-Maddie