Ross Lynch Imagines

Embarrassment

          You've liked your best friend; Ross Lynch for what seemed like a long time, now. But you never admitted it because you were afraid he wouldn't feel the same. He's your best friend, and you also don't want to interfere with his and R5's successful career in the music industry.

            Hi bby, make sure u bring a pillow & sleeping bag! 😘 I wuv u! 💋❤️ -Rydel

         You received the text from your other best friend, Rydel, who happens to also be Ross's older sister. She was throwing an all girls sleepover party tonight with you, Savannah Latimer, Savannah Hudson, Alexa Dowd and Lori Crow. You called yourselves the "#girlfriendsquad" not Rydel is dating Ellington, Savannah Latimer with Riker, Savannah Hudson with Ryland—but just because you all were girl (space) friends! You loved your girls so much.

       Thanks, Dells! Wuv u mucho grande! 💘 

    you sent back.

        You grabbed your bag that consisted of PJ's, change of clothes for tomorrow, toiletry items, different flavored tea bags, cookie dough for baking and of course your phone, along with its charger.

       You grabbed your pillow, sleeping bag and bag and headed over to Rydel's.

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     You arrived five minutes before seven, seeing Lexi's, Sav's, Vanni's and Lori's cars already parked in the street, since five cars already crowded the driveway.

         Rydel and the boys (not including Ryland) all moved out of their parents house, moving into their own "band house", poor Delly being the only gal.

        You knocked on the door, handful of goodies and personal items. Rydel flung open the door, along with the rest of the squad crowding behind her.

        "Y/N!" Rydel shrieked, reeling you in for a tight hug.

        "Hey girls!" You hugged the rest of them and the party instantly started. Everyone crowded in the kitchen, chatting about random girly things and began baking.

        "Is Y/N here yet?" Ross entered the room, dressed in lazy clothes. He had on sweatpants that hung kind of loose on his waist, along with a One Direction T-shirt? Ross's face lightened up and he grinned when his eyes landed on you. "Y/N! How's my awesome best friend?" He grabbed your hips, pulling you in his arms. His arms were around his neck, so you wrapped your arms around his torso, inhaling his sweet, manly scent.

       A bunch of "awes" cooed behind you both, coming from the girls. Unfortunately they all knew about your big, fat crush on Ross and they didn't a horrible job of keeping it a secret. Especially Rydel, because well, she is his sister.

       "Ross, why are you wearing a 1D shirt?" You raised an eyebrow, staring at his shirt.

       "Can a guy not like One Direction?" He asks, dropping his hands from your body—much to your dismay. You liked being in his arms...it just felt...right.

      "Well, it's kinda weird," Rydel piped in on the conversation. "Ross, whose shirt is that? You don't own a One Direction shirt."

         "I dunno know," he shrugged. "I think a fan gave it to me, but I can't remember. I kept it because well...it's super comfy!" You laughed at your friend's childishness, pushing him lightly.

        "Anyways, whatcha guys baking?" Ross hums, hopping on one of the high stools. "Smells yummy."

        "We're making cookies," Rydel informs him, tightening her pink apron around her waist. "Now go away! This is an all girls only sleepover party."