Ross Lynch Imagines

Coachella

      You stood by yourself in the middle of the large yard with green grass with tons of people, tents, stages and porta potties surrounding you. You watched the new music artist on the stage, which was the Clean Bandits. You don't know much about them, but you really enjoyed their song: "Rather Be."

       You wondered on how exactly you ended up coming to this big music festival held in California each year. The whole festival reminded you of the Woodstock Festival, because everyone slept in tents here on the lawn over the weekend, partying, being with romantic partners and getting way too nuts. But it's Los Angeles, California, what did you expect?

      But anyways, you winded up here because your friend Jenny and Cassie forced you to come. Which you never understood, because once you guys arrived the festival two hours ago, they ditched you to go off with their new boyfriends to do either hanky panky in one of the tents, or just enjoy the activities.

      You felt awkward and like a loner just standing there by yourself in a emerald green flowing dress that looked Springy and amazing, with white lilies threaded in your curled locks. You actually felt good about your appearance for once, but you were a loner, so...no one cares.

       "The party has begun!" A man yelled behind you, with shaggy light brown hair. You stared at him in amusement, taking in his appearance. He looked like one of those sexy surfer dudes, honestly. Long, shaggy brown hair, tall, thin, dressed in "bad boy" clothes...but he looked high as fuck. "I gotta find myself a hottie!"

       The drunk boy, along with a few other sober boys and a platinum blonde girl followed the boy to the tent that had hot dogs grilling and nice, cool refreshments. Since it was blazing hot out, you bought a iced tea from the tent earlier.

       "Why is such a pretty girl like you standing all alone?" A blonde guy with messy, yet soft looking hair asked you. He looked extremely attractive, making you gulp. He was tall, like the surfer dude he was with, and has the bad boy look. Ripped jeans, black converse, T-shirt, leather jacket. Typical.

      "I was with my friends," you defend yourself. "But they ran off with their boyfriends."

       "I'm alone, too," he nods, taking a few steps closer to you. You could now see his face more clearly and you liked what you saw. Pearly white smile and soft brown eyes. "I am guessing you saw my brother who looks high and the rest, right?" He pauses once I start giggling. "Well, those are my siblings. And they left me."

      "Poor boy," you tease. "Well then, where's your girlfriend?"

       "Hmm, maybe in Korea, Antarctica, Australia..." He trails off, but you didn't get the joke. "I don't have one. I'm saying that she could be anywhere, I just haven't found her yet. For godsakes, she could be here!"

      "Maybe," you bit your lip, preventing a smile from forming. "I'm Y/N."

       "Ross," he returns the favor of smiling. "You look gorgeous, by the way. Who is the lucky guy?"

        "Maybe in Jamaica, China or Germany..." You sigh, mimicking Ross.

       Ross's nose crinkles up, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Not impressed." He implies curtly. "It was funnier when I said it."

        "It was a lame joke, anyway," you state, taking a swig of your iced tea. "Bruh, you gotta work on your humor skills. You are definitely lacking."

       "Touché," he gapes, putting a hand over his heart. "Well, miss, let's not be alone tonight, right?" He hums, winking.

       "I know you're from R5," you giggled, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "But that isn't my favorite song."

       "Then what is it?" He smirks, a perfectly groomed eyebrow raised.

        "Dark Side," you reply. "I like the lyrics and the groove, it's a catchy song."

        "Thanks," he smiles cheekily. "So...am I going to get to see your Dark Side tonight? Possibly in one of these soundproof tents?"

      You stifled a laugh, making your face flush red.

      "That'll never happen," you say. "But soundproof tents? Do they even make those?"

       He shrugs, "I don't know." He licks his lips. "But I do know that I want to get to know you. And I have all weekend to, if you let me."

        The corner of your lips twitch upwards. "Well Mr. Lynch, let's not be alone tonight, correct?" You smirk, stepping closer to him. You get on your tippy toes, whispering in his ear: "and if you get lucky, maybe one of these nights you'll see my dark side."

     You pull away, watching different expression go over his face. You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head.

      This boy is going to be the death of you.