R5 Imagines and Preferences

Riker and Isabella: Take Out The Trash (Admitting Feelings)

Your imagines are awesome! If you get the chance and find inspiration for it, could you do one where Riker and one of Rydel's friends constantly bicker, realize it's because they like each other, and finally admit it when they wind up alone? My name is Isabella if you want to make it personal

Yes!! Y'all are more creative with your requests than I am with the actual writing! Haha. Enjoyyyyy.

Isabella's POV

"Did you ever like him?" She asked me, pointing to the picture in the magazine. "No, he's not my type." I shook my head, "I'm not really into brunettes," I laughed. I sat on the floor of Rydel's great room at her house she shared with her boyfriend Ellington, and her brothers Ross, Riker, and Rocky. "Oh, really?" Rydel rolled her eyes. I continued skimming pages and casually watching our Saturday movie. "If you wanna make margaritas tonight, you can stay over here and crash, we have an extra bed." Rydel said. "That sounds fantastic," I replied, "We can order pizza too?" I asked her. "Sounds like a plan." She said to me. "Riker!!" She called to the staircase.

The attractive blond bounded up the stairs, "What's up sis?" He asked, barely looking at me, "And look what the cat dragged in..." He half smiled, looking me up and down. "If the cat dragged me in, then what dragged you in, because i'm pretty sure it can only get one piece of trash at a time." I smirked at him, turning back to the TV. Before Riker could slide in another comment, Rydel interrupted, "Okay, okay, stop it you guys," She rolled her eyes at me.

"Riker will you order Pizza and go pick it up?" She asked him. "I can order it, but your car is behind mine, so maybe you should go pick it up, and can you take out the garbage? That way you can take that with you." He pointed at me. I rolled my eyes, "Is that what you make her do with all of your one night stands that won't call you again?" I questioned him and made Rydel giggle quietly, before she composed herself again.

"Ugh, shut up you two," She shook her head, "Yeah, Riker, I'll go, but I'm leaving my friend Isabella here, because I have all of your crap in my car and don't have room for another person, because you won't unload the rest of your stuff from Mom and Dad's house." She raised her eyebrows at him. He leaned against the wall and looked from her to me, "At least I'm moved out of my parent's house, unlike someone, else here." He smiled at me. I smiled back, "That's a lame thing to throw at me seeing as you were still living with them at 23, and let me remind you, I just started a lease on an apartment down the block and I'm 21 with a job, and a college degree." I threw in his face.

"Thousands of adoring fans look at us on a stage every night," He told me, "And you sell rooms." He pointed out. I was an interior designer. "I might sell rooms, but who actually designed your house for half price because you're close friends?" I pointed to myself, "Also, who wouldn't have furniture or a nice looking living space if it weren't for me and your sister?" I asked him. He shut his mouth and eyed me, a mysterious look in his eyes, 'God he's mean, but he's so hot when he's mean,' I thought to myself. "What pizza do you want, Rydel?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Hawaiian." She stated simply. I knew she hated it when we argued.

"And you?" He asked me. "I'll have whatever you're having," I grinned at him. He rolled his eyes and attempted to cover the smile on his face with his hands. "I'll call right now." He said, going back down the stairs. Rydel looked up at me, waiting on a response. "What?" I asked her, "That's always how it is." I shrugged. "Isabella, can't you guys at least try to get along?" "He starts it!" I laughed, "Talk to him about it." I said to her. I got up and reached out my hands to pull her up, "Let's go see if we have things to make margaritas." I reminded her.

We walked down stairs and Riker was hanging up his phone as we came in. "It'll be ready in 30 minutes Del." He said, reaching into the cabinet for a glass. "Where'd you order from?" She asked him, scrolling through her twitter. "That one place off of 6th," He mumbled, filling a cup up with water. "Kitchen Italia?" She questioned, looking up at him, "That'll take me 30 minutes just to get there," She rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys off of the table. "Sorry Isabella, I'll be back." She looked at Riker and then at me, "Behave, because if the house is on fire when I come back I'm gonna kill both of you." And she went out the door.

I looked at Riker for half of a second before I turned around, "I'm gonna make margaritas." I informed him, pulling out the mix and the tequila. "Want one?" I asked him. "Why are you being nice to me?" He asked. "Because." I shrugged. I took out the blender. He hopped up on the counter next to me, studying my face.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked me. "I guess so?" I shrugged. "I like you." He blurted out. "Like a lot." "No you don't," I shook my head, backing away from him, "You are so mean to me." I said, pointing at him. "I know," He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "But It's because I never know what to say around you..." "You do not..." I started giggling and looking around.

"You are Rydel's brother." I pointed at him, "And she's my best friend!" I pointed at myself. "And I like you too..." I looked at the ground. I looked back up at his face, "I like you Riker." "I like you too Isabella." "Then do something about it." I sassed, pointing to myself. "Fine." He said, hopping off of the counter. He walked straight to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me.

A door opened and Rydel came in, "I left my wallet-" She paused. "Um," She grabbed her wallet off of the counter and backed out the door. "I'm um," She looked at us, now frozen next to each other, "I'm gonna go get the pizza and we'll talk about this when I get back." She smiled a small smile and walked out, closing the door behind her.

"Well," Riker clapped his hands, "That's gonna be a fun talk." He sighed, looking at me. I shrugged, "She's better after margaritas," I suggested. "Let's make some!" He smiled, walking into the kitchen, pulling me behind him. I Held on to him and handed him the mix, "Let's," I winked at him, sitting on the counter and watching him.

Soon enough Rydel walked through the door with Pizza, and she put her sunglasses on her head, "I had a long drive to think about it, and although i'm upset you two didn't tell me you're together, you both hid it very well, but I have one thing I get to do." She suggested to us. Riker looked at me and we both nodded, "What is it?" He asked.

She grinned and put her hands on her hips with sass, "I get to tell the other boys."