Love Does Exist (Ross & Heather Fanfiction)

Chapter 4 Snug Like a Bug

We sat and talked to each other while dad worked with the rest of the group on there upcoming music video. He told me about his family, the music, behind the scenes craziness and about his flying adventures. Occasionally one of his siblings would chime in when they heard him telling a story about them, or dad when he needed to say something to Ross, but for the most part we were in a world by ourselves.

I mostly listened to his stories, but every so often he would ask me something about myself. I would give she shortest answer possible to get back to listening to his stories. I was still not convinced this was all real, and that I wasn't just in an amazing dream. One thing was certain though, if I was dreaming, I wouldn't want to be the person to wake me up.

After 4 hours of sharing stories, I was starting to get tired. I was trying to fight it, but was losing a wanted-winning battle. I wanted to lay my head back, just to rest a little, but Ross had his arm along the back of the couch. He saw my hesitant look at his arm, but he didn't move it. Instead he grabbed my right shoulder and pulled me back at a slight enough angle that I was leaning against him completely. He laid his chin on the top of my head.

We continued to talk, but this time I was more than happy to speak. I wasn't ready to sleep 10 minutes ago sitting straight up facing him, I definitely wasn't ready laying against his chest. I had a few thoughts going through my head as I talked. If this really was a dream, I would be greatly depressed when I did wake up, how for the first time in a long time I felt whole again and how this was all too unfamiliar to me. Not that I didn't have a wild imagination and thought this same scene many times, but it was really happening.

I told him about my mother, everything I remembered about her, the accident that took her away from me and dad, how much I missed her and how I would wake up crying at night when I would see her face. He would pull me closer when I would start to choke up. After a short time, he changed the subject. He asked me about my relationship with my father, and his job. He laughed at the Orlando Bloom story. Everyone did. Than he started telling me about some crazy fans he has met. Riker had to step into this conversation, simply couldn't help himself. I listened what I could, but I still managed to slip away...

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When I woke up the next morning, I was in my bed. I started to really think I was dreaming before. I was snuggled up next to Ross last night, now I'm in my bed. I felt the smallest tears start to fall. I laid down and tried to fall back asleep, I wanted back in on that dream. Than I saw it. I sat up to get a closer look. There, on my bed side table, was an envelope with my name on it.  The handwriting was very different from dad's. I hesitated as I opened it. Inside was a short note, with 2 tickets and backstage bands. The note simply said:

"Hope to see you. I won't be back around the house for a week or so, but still wanna see you.
Much love,
Ross

PS- Riker said the second ticket and band was for your friend Kayleigh."

So I wasn't dreaming? Really? This was my proof, closure that it was real. Kayleigh would be happy. Little did Riker know, she was obsessed with Riker. She wasn't as crazy as me about the music, but adored Riker. She would be psyched. I had to go tell her about last night, and the gift I found this morning.

I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I went to take a shower and head over to see her. I was rushing, as expected, to get there. I called her before getting in shower to wake her up. I parked in front of her house and she was already out on her porch waiting for me. "What's so important you wake me up at 8 in the morning?"

I told her about last night, with little interest except when snuggling was mentioned and any time I said Riker's name. Than I showed her my ticket and band. She was happy, but said "Only one?"

I smiled and handed her the envelope. She saw the ticket and band in the envelope, smiled and read the note. Her eyes lit up when she read the PS, and started to cry.

"Can I keep this too?"

"I don't think so," I shook my head, than took it from her before she could run inside and lock me out. She was sad now, so I decided to tear the note in half. I handed her the bottom of the note, and she was happy again.