R5 Imagines

Riker and Emily

Emily's POV
So is there such a thing as "too many R5 concerts"? Didn't think so. The only reason I've been to 25+ this year is because the we have family friends who work for the band's security company. I basically get into every show for free or I get discount tickets. It's pretty great but sometimes it can be overwhelming. Sometimes, the crowds are a bit...crowded and there's lots of jostling and shoving. It can get fairly dangerous when up that close to the stage. One time, some chick tried to throw a big bag of candy onto the stage but she was so far back that the bag didn't even land close to the stage. It hit me in the back of the head and I nearly fell over.
Don't get me wrong. I still LOVE going to R5 concerts. They're all extremely talented humans. It's fantastic.
Today, I'm going to a concert and I just know it's gonna be super rad. I took a quick shower and began to get dressed. I threw on some cute printed shorts, a a slightly-ruffled tank top, some bangles, and black polka-dotted Converse.

When I arrived at the venue, I made fast friends with the group of girls I was near. We chatted excitedly while waiting for the show to begin. Jacob Whitesides, Jessarae, and Ryland opened for R5 and that made everyone all the more excited. When the band finally appeared on the stage, the whole arena erupted into screams.
I could barely contain my own excitement and didn't even try to play it cool. I was practically staring at Riker the whole time. I was pretty sure I was imagining it but I thought I saw Riker looking at me...like at least once. Maybe twice. 
They opened with All Night, and now they were playing Forget About You. The crowd was wild and everyone was excited and enjoying the music. I was jostled left and right and unsurprisingly, I was elbowed in the face multiple times. I was pretty sure my face was covered in slowly-forming bruises but oh well.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me and I felt myself fall forward. My attempts to stand up were in vain because I was in the midst of being trampled. I was pushed to the ground and nobody noticed so they kept on jumping and dancing around. Oh my. This is it. This is how I'm going to die.
I opened my eyes for a brief moment to see that a space around me had been cleared. Security was moving people out of the way to help me up. Someone had a tight grip on my hand as they helped me up. When I looked up at the stage, Riker wasn't there anymore. Then it hit me. Oh. My. Gosh.
I lifted my eyes and realized I was standing face to face with Riker. I wasn't sure whether I should cry tears of joy, squeal, hug him, faint, sob hysterically, or just inwardly fangirl.
"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" He asked kindly.
I nodded, unable to speak. Tears rolled down my cheeks from being so overwhelmed.
"Hey, don't cry. I got you." Riker smiled as he guided me out of the crowd. "Don't worry. It's all good."
We followed security to the side of the stage where no one else was standing. There was a barrier separating the little space from the sea of people. The rest of the band was still onstage performing because, of course, the show must go on.
Immediately recognized the blonde-haired woman taking pictures with her phone as Riker's mom. Stormie pulled me into a hug despite the fact that she had no idea who I was.
"Okay, I gotta head back up there but you can stay here where no one can trample you again." Riker chuckled. "Cool?"
"Cool." I beamed. "Thanks."
"Sure thing!"
I watched as Riker headed backstage and then reappeared onstage. Hanging out with Stormie was so much fun. She was literally the motherly version of Rydel (who was already pretty motherly too, if you ask me).
"Oh my gosh. We have to take a selfie." She grinned.
"Okay." I smiled and we posed for the picture.
I enjoyed the rest of the concert without any more injuries and I almost cried when the show ended. It was fantastic and I wanted to freeze time or do it all over again.
Stormie told me to follow her backstage and I felt so honored to have the chance to be back there. I hung out in the dressing room and in minutes, some sweaty, happy Lynches and Ellington appeared.
"Want a hug?" Ross teased.
I wrinkled my nose. "Eww. You're all gross and sweaty."
While the boys showered in a different room, Rydel and I hung out and got to know each other. She was adorable and seriously the sweetest thing ever.
"Okay. So which one of my brothers would you marry if you had to?" She asked, scooting closer to me.
"Umm..." I giggled nervously.
"I swear I won't tell them and you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to."
"No I want to tell you." I replied. "I'd marry...umm...Riker so like yeah...he's cute."
"Oh my gosh!!! Really?!?!?!"
"Shhhhh..." I laughed.
"I'm pretty sure he likes you, Emily." She gushed. "He literally jumped off the stage to save you. It was so cute and I hope someone like took a picture because like it was adorable."
"Awww." I began to blush. "He is really sweet and considerate. Not to mention the fact that he's attractive..."
She smirked and I got worried.
"Oh no. You look like your up to no good, Rydel."
"Nah I'm just thinking." She answered. "I'll be right back."
"Oh no." I muttered to myself. I sat alone in Rydel's dressing room and scrolled through the pictures I took on my phone.
After a few minutes had passed, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." I answered.
The door slowly opened and Riker walked in with an ice pack and stuffed animal. He smiled and sat on the floor next to me.
"Hey so you got kinda beat up out there today so my mom said that maybe you should ice the bruises so that they don't swell and also I want you to have my monkey stuffed animal because like I don't know it's kinda cute like you but like you're way cuter than a stuffed animal."
"Wait...you like rambled the whole entire time." I tried not to laugh. "Try again."
"Umm well basically I wanted to give you this." Riker placed the adorable stuffed monkey on my lap. "His name is Doodle. I want you to keep him."
"Aww it's adorable. Thanks, Riker."
"You're welcome and secondly, my mom said that maybe we should tend to your bruises so that they don't get worse."
"Oh yeah." I sighed. "I got elbowed in the eye so now it's all gross and ugly. I bet I look nasty."
"I don't think you could ever look nasty. Ever. You're gorgeous, Em."
I glued my eyes to the floor, too bashful to reply.
"Thanks." I blushed for the one hundredth time.
Riker gently held the pack of ice to my face and absent-mindedly hummed to himself.
"I really like your voice." I said shyly.
"Thank you." Riker replied. He took the ice pack away from my face and looked me in the eyes.
Taking my hands in his, he squeezed them gently but reassuringly.
"I really like your face. I like your smile. I like your laugh. I like your gentle spirit. I like the fact that you light up the room when you walk in and I like the fact that you exist. No. I love the fact that you exist because I love you. I love you so very much."

And thus began the story of us.