The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C35 - I Won't Do What You Told Me

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why.
But if I keep writing, it doesn't hurt that much.

Dear, Journal

You wouldn't believe how good I'm doing without Ross. It being a full month, 

I thought I wouldn't last a day. But the funny part is I lasted two. I was faking most of it. 

Rescue Mission

"So who's going to save Ross?" Sam asked the guys at the table around him. It was almost to quiet when Sam basically asked the guys who would risk their life for Ross Lynch. 

Ross was a good guy to watch the game with or have a good time with but it never occurred to some of the guys that all that depth in a person meant risking your life for theirs... But with a solid lead, it was time that Sam got the guys together for Maia's sake and form a plan, a diversion to help Ross and it was clear that the guys were closest to him.  "Why do I feel like an ass?" Riker mummbled.  

"I'll do it," Finn blurted out. "If it we're us, Ross would save every single one of us, and you know it."

"What about Rachel?" Puck asked as Finn looked into the palms of his hands, thinking about his girlfriend. Apart of him knew not to leave her, and risk his life for some one who wasn't her ... but the other part also knew he was doing this for Maia and Ross. And that felt like a good enough reason.

"I'm in." Rocky joined, the team having four. Maia, Sam, Finn, and Rocky. Sam nodded at Rocky in a small smile, Sam admiring Ross' band mate; this wasn't the easiest thing to agree to doing. But someday Sam wished to have a guy like that having his back.

Maia

Today I am getting Ross back. And if he's already dead then I have to prepare for the rest of my life... the rest of my life without the one thing that was pulling me through the voids, and the darkness.

I use to think the darkness was something I would never get involved with. I thought I would always be happy. But I knew letting myself love somebody would make me feel like a saturated sunrise once the goings got hard. Right now it feels like it's harder than it's ever been, but I've been through much worse.

But this time it involves the person who decided to love me and get me through my worse.

"Here," Allie came up to me from the side, interrupting me from looking at myself in front of my mirror. When I looked over at Allie dressed in all black I noticed she was holding a gun.

My eyes widened. "Where did you get that?"

"Ugh, don't worry. I'm not a serial killer." Allie placed the gun in my hands that I had squashed around my folded arms before now. It was thankfully safety on.

"Don't do that. I know how to use a gun." I rolled my eyes. I felt bad for the way I groaned at her, as I threw the gun on my bed. I should've been thanking her for the thought, because really I wasn't thinking of weapons before. I was thinking of grabbing Ross and going... and maybe that's my problem.

I turned away from Allie. I don't know if I was irritated or just extremely irritated. But all politeness I once had seemed to be drifting away everyday.

"Look" Allie's voice was serious, cutting off my thoughts "I know this has been hell for you! It's been hell for everybody Maia, but you can't keep cutting us out... I'm trying to help you save him."