Ross Lynch Imagines

Second Chance At Love

Your leg bounces up and down nervously under the long, wooden table. You glanced at the clock on the white wall again, it read 10:30.

Why hasn't Ross arrived yet? We both agreed to do this, but it was simply for the best. These last two years of marriage were going great for you two, until just three months ago everything was tearing apart. Constant arguments, leaving you both in tears, broken pictures on the floor...everything was a mess. And things just weren't working anymore, so you were filing for a divorce.

Although it took awhile for Ross to agree to divorcing you, he finally did.

But now here you are sitting in a private conference room, your impatient attorney sitting next to you. Ross is now thirty minutes late and your attorney has to leave in fifteen minutes for a meeting.

"Mrs. Lynch, your husband is late," the attorney; Diane, speaks, breaking the silence. You flinched as she called you Mrs. Lynch and said your husband.

"I know, I apologize," you said sheepishly, digging in your purse. "I'll give him a call." You were dialing his phone when the door creaks open. You and Diane look up, seeing an exhausted Ross with messy blonde hair, circles under his eyes, a frown printed across his pink, plump lips. You noticed he had not taken the time or effort to look professional, as his attire consisted of black skinny jeans and a large fitting jumper.

"Oh good," Diane perks up. "We can finally get this thing started." She says a bit more bitterly. Ross shuffles across the floor, taking a seat across from you. His gorgeous honey brown eyes stare in yours, so you quickly look away, breaking the eye contact.

Thank god he decided to show up. You thought to yourself.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Barbara says in a professional tone, passing the documents over to you. "Sign here." She points to a empty line. You nod professionally, picking up the ink pen and quickly scribbling your name in cursive. She takes the papers, pushing them to Ross. "Sir, just put your signature here and everything will here finalized."

Ross stares at it blankly for what seems like a long time. Why was he now hesitating? Isn't this what we both wanted? Ross picks up the pen slowly, pressing it on the empty space, then drops the pen.

"No!" He shouts abruptly. "No, I will not sign this damned piece of shit!" He stands up, gripping the paper in his hands, ripping the documents into two pieces. You gasp at his actions, glancing over at Diane who looked furious.

Ross ran out of the room dramatically.

"I'll go talk to him," you breathe under your breath, following your arrogant husband outside. "Ross!" You shout hastily, grabbing his arm. He spins around, surprising you that he had salty tears slipping out his eyes continuously. He looked broken and crushed.

It broke your heart seeing him like this, but you had to stay strong. There was no longer us, you told yourself.

      You crossed your arms over your chest, standing up confidently. "Ross, what was the point of that childish act inside just a moment ago?" You hissed, feeling anger rise inside of you.

    How could he be so selfish and not consider your feelings as well?

        "I can't sign those papers," Ross grieves. "Can't you understand that I still love you, Y/N? I've always loved you—in fact, I never stopped loving you."

        "Yeah, right," you huffed. "If you still loved me, why did you agree on signing those divorce papers?"

        "I never verbally agreed," he explains. "Y/N, I just nodded when you told me. I didn't mean it, at all. I was just doing that to make you happy...for once in these last three months." He whispers under his breath, but you heard him.

        "Ross," you sighed, rubbing your fingers on your temple in thought. "Ross...it's over. We can't go on like this anymore. Now, I am not saying I regret marrying you, but it's just...we've changed, Ross." You say softly, not wanting to hurt him anymore.

        "Changed?" He shrieks in irritation. "You may change physically, but no one ever changes. We are all the same, no matter what."

        "Ross, don't make this more difficult than it already is," you state firmly. "I'm stressed out too, alright?"

        "Fine, I'll sign those damned papers," he heaves. "But—you must look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore. That you are willing to throw away our future together, to forget all those amazing memories and moments we shared together. Tell me, Y/N. And I'll sign those...things." He cringes at the end of his speech.

       A lump forms in your throat, causing you to gulp deeply. You couldn't say that, because the truth is you still do love him, too.

       You dared to look in his eyes, which were filled with hope.

       But this has to end, it's for the best.

      "Ross..." You breathed. "I want a divorce. We can't go on anymore."

       "Y/N, do you still love me?" He pushes forward.

       "I will always love you as a friend, Ross," your eyes grow glossy. "But that part of us has faded away, I'm sorry."

        You wanted to take those words back as soon as you saw his face. Tears ran down his cheeks, his lips quivered. He looked broken and his expression showed pain. It looked as if someone got decapitated right before his eyes.

     You hated it, and your heart burned. You never wanted to see that face again, ever. Telling someone you don't love anymore is like murdering someone's soul.

      "I'll sign them," he gulps, going back inside the attorney office.

     Images of spending the rest of your life alone (without Ross) crosses your mind. No more curling up to Ross's side during the night, no more waking up to his adorable disheveled hair and morning voice you always found very attractive. No more kisses, hugs, holding hands—no more having Ross as your lover. And the truth is, you don't want to be just friends. You guys have to try and work things out. Because if the price of divorce is losing Ross completely, you were not going to take that risk.

You grab Ross's hand, pulling back him back.

      "Ross, we may have been through a rough path..." You trail off. "But we got through it."

      "What are you saying?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed together.

       "Kiss me," you breath, blurting without thought. Without hesitation, his lips crash onto yours, his arms wrapping securely around your waist, pulling you closer. You got the same tingling, lovey feeling in your stomach. His lips were soft, like they always were.

It felt just like your first kiss you two shared on the beach. It was during the night, at a bonfire gathering the Lynch's were hosting on the sandy beaches of California. Your good friend, Paris, was excellent friends with the Lynch's, so she insisted that you tagged along. And you are glad you did, because you met Ross.

But this kiss is different. Then, you guys weren't in love. You had just met, and grew a liking towards the other—but it was just the start of things.

And now, you are so in love.

    "I love you," you whisper against his lips. "Let's give us a second chance at love."

    A smile tugs at his lips before he attacks your lips again. This time, you couldn't help but grin goofily.

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  Sweet, sweet.

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