Ross Lynch Imagines

Poolside

            "You'll be okay by yourself for a few hours?" Your best friend, Destiny asks you.

        "She can handle herself for a while, Des," Destiny's cousin, Reagan comes up behind her. All three of you went on a long weekend to the beach, just to get away from the daily stresses of life. They were currently going off to meet up with an old friend, but you didn't feel going, so you were staying behind at the hotel.

     "I'll be fine," you assured them. "I won't get lonely, promise. I'll probably change into my bathing suit and chill out by the pool or on the sand."

         After a while they left and you quickly changed into your bikini, heading down to the hotel's pool. It was nice, with white lounge chairs surrounding the beach and a bar for the adults. You previously turned twenty one, so you could you the bar to your leisure.

You walked up to the bar, flashing your I.D. before you ordered.

"I'll have a vodka Piña Colada, please," you ordered. "Oh, make sure you add lots of whipped cream and cherries on the top." The bartender gave you a strange look, but you just shrugged, giving him an innocent, goofy smile.

You may be legal, but you were still a kid at heart.

Once the man handed you the drink, you told him to add it on the hotel tab and went to sit on the edge of the pool. You sat on the edge, your feet in the water, just relaxing and consuming the nice sunshine.

As you were enjoying your creamy coconut and pineapple flavored drink, you felt like someone was staring at you. You opened your eyes, looking at the guy directly across from you at the other side of the pool.

His chestnut honey eyes were looking directly at you, a shy smile played across his kissable looking lips. While staring at you, he put a hand through his bleach blonde hair, causing his bangs to push out of his face. You found yourself smiling back at him as your eyes scanned his body like he was doing with you.

He was sitting on the edge of the pool like you, shirtless with grey swimming trunks that drooped slightly on his waist, showing off his pink Calvin Klein boxers underneath. He wasn't the most buff guy in the world, but he did have a six pack and some pretty good size biceps. He was a very attractive, hot guy.

You watched as he jumped off the side of the pool, swimming towards you. Your eyes widened, slightly panicking. Why was this creep looking at you? Sure, he's hot...but he could be some fuckboy just trying to get in your pants.

"Hey beautiful," he said in a soft, deep voice. He leaning against the side of the pool, right beside your legs.

        "May I help you?" You looked down at him, slowly scooting away. You didn't like how close he was to you.

        "Well you see, I was sitting here alone and I saw that you were, too." He answered simply, putting his fingers through his damp blonde hair once again. "And I thought that maybe you'd like some company."

       "No," you said coldly, starting to get up. "Now go away." You grabbed your drink, beginning to walk away when the annoying young man grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. "What now?" You said through clenched teeth. You came here to the pool intending to have sometime to yourself and relax while drinking your beverage.

        "What's your name?" His hand still clasped around your small wrist.

You ripped your wrist away from him, saying yet again, "go away."

"Nice to meet you, go-away," he chuckled, outstretching his hand for you to shake. You stared at in disgust, like he feces on his hands. "I'm Ross Lynch."

"Well, Ross, if you don't mind I'd like to relax one of these lounge chairs," you threw yourself down on one of the chairs, crossing your legs, putting on your new retro square sunglasses. You placed the plastic cup of Piña Colada on the mini glass table beside you. "Now do everyone a favor and go fuck yourself."

"Oh, I don't mind at all," you could basically hear the smirk in his voice. "I'd like to relax, myself." You watched as he plopped down on the chair beside you, leaning over and stealing your new shades from your face, putting them on his own face.

"No, gimme those back!" You shrieked, trying to snatch back your sunglasses.

"Not until you agree to go on a date with me, go-away," he smirked mischievously.

"Stop calling me that!" You barked, slapping his toned chest.

"That is your name, isn't it?" He seemed to be enjoying teasing you. "If your name isn't go-away, what is it?"

"It's Y/N, if you must know," you growled, snatching your shades back and placing them back on your face. "Now can you please leave and let me chill by the pool by myself?"

"If you insist, princess," he got out of the lounge chair, standing above you. Drops of water dripped off his body, onto you. The water was cold, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. "But, only if you agree to go on a date with me."

"Are you kidding?" You chuckled bitterly. "Not in a million years would I go on a date with a fucker like you."

"Ouch!" He put a hand over his heart, pretending to he hurt. "Seriously, I want to go on a simple date with you, please? I promise I won't do any moves on you...unless you want me to." He wiggled his eyebrows, sending you a playful wink.

You felt your cheeks tinge pink and you groaned. If you didn't say yes, he wouldn't leave.

"Fine!" You gave in. "But wherever we are going, you are paying. And I have to be back at the hotel by 10:30pm, so my friends don't grow worried. And we will not, and I repeat will not be having sex tonight. Or kissing, or touching."

"What?" He shrieks. "What's the point of this DATE without any hand holding?"

"Fine, you can put your arm around me," you heaved.

"Can't we just do anything we want?" He was literally begging you now. "Kiss here and there, hug, hold hands—but without sex."

"Alright," you sighed.

"Can we do a little practice?" He asks with a smirk.

"What do you—" you couldn't speak because another pair of lips were now occupying yours. You didn't want to admit it, but the kiss was good. His lips were soft and wet, feeling amazing against yours. Before you even got to close your eyes and kiss back, he pulled away. Your lips had a nice burning sensation.

"See you at eight," he winks, leaving you speechless.