You're My Music - A Riker Lynch FanFiction

Letters

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Riker asked. I quickly shook my head, and responded with a quick "No." before suctioning my lips back onto his. Then a few moments later he pulled away again. "Well it's just you seemed so upset at the hockey rink."

"Really Riker I'm fine." I pressed my lips up against his again, but he didn't give up. I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard him bring up the topic again.

"You didn't say a word on the way back from the rink, and you wouldn't talk to me all day yesterday, and now its just fine all of the sudden. Isn't it kind of a big deal."

"You know you're the only guy I know who would be complaining about making out instead of talking about his feelings."

"I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Riker." I said plainly looking him in the eye to make sure he understood. "I. AM. FINE."

"Fine doesn't usually mean fine, it means you don't want the person to know how you feel. You haven't talked to your mom in about five years, don't tell me you didn't feel something from her call." In all honesty, I did feel something. I felt a lot. That wasn't the point, I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to feel it. I wanted Riker here to help me forget about all of it, and he was being a pain in the butt trying to make me talk about it.

"You know what never mind, maybe you should just go." I muttered now even more annoyed.

"What? Come on Ri, that's why I came over; to help."

"I wanted you to come over so you could help me forget about all of it, not so you could make it worse." I snapped.

"So what, you just wanted to fool around, and hope magically it would solve all of your problems." Riker was the one sounding annoyed.

"Maybe. But they're my problems anyways, and I can figure them out myself."

"We're in a relationship, when you're in a relationship you're supposed to help each other get through stuff-" Riker started.

"Wow I'm surprised you know that seeing your last relationship was with Estella." Riker was being genuinely sweet, and trying to help me. I crossed a few lines with what I said. I didn't mean to, but this was a touchy subject for me, and I was probably the worst person in the world to deal with their feelings. I could tell Riker was getting angry. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He muttered. "If that's what you want, I'll let you have your space." Riker growled, and slammed the dorm door on his way out. Tears rose to my eyes as I heard the door slam. I laid down on my bed the way I had been laying for the past 24 hours just curled up with my blankets crying. This was our first actual fight as a couple, and it was all my fault. I blew up at him for being supportive.

Both CeCe, and Kasey had been asking me why I was asking like this, but I didn't discuss it with them either. They were both at class, and I was missing all of mine. I didn't feel like going to class like this, I couldn't. Not with everything resting on my shoulders.

**

I placed my knuckles lightly on the door of the Lynches. Rocky opened the door expecting me, and immediately pulled me into a hug. I was done sulking in my room with my own feelings, so I called Rocky, and briefly told him what happened. The phone call, my mom's voice, five years. He didn't know up until know I hadn't gone to see her in over five years, that information was something I was embarrassed of. I continued to weep into the fabric that was covering his chest. I had sobbed so much; I was surprised there was any sob left in me.

"Shh...it's okay." Rocky spoke comfortingly. I was glad to have him, I needed my brother. Rocky peered at the open door where a box was sitting in the door frame that I had dropped before knocking. I took a deep breath, and stepped back for a moment.