Ross Lynch Imagines

Meetings & Not So Happy Greetings

"What if your parents don't like me?" Ross asks you nervously, while struggling to put a tie on correctly.

You entered his bedroom of his flat, seeing him anxiously tug and pull at the tie.

       "Here, let me help you," you chuckled at your nervous boyfriend. Not once have you seen him at this stage before, which was kind of humorous.

         Tonight is the night your parents will officially meet the love of your life—aka the crazy, hilarious, cute, handsome, charming boy you have been dating for almost two months now.
   You know it was a short period of time to fall in love, but once you knew, time didn't matter. Besides, Ross was the one to confess his love to you first, and like in the movies...you guys actually ended up making love for the very first time. It was a somewhat painful, beautiful experience. Losing your virginity to Ross was the best thing. He was so careful, sweet and gentle...

       Anyways, just a week ago Ross asked you to move in with him, which you very much wanted to... BUT you also realized he hasn't met your parents yet, but you've met his several of times. And how could you move in with Ross without him properly being introduced to your parents?

        Your parents only live twenty minutes away, and they've heard lots about Ross—of what you told them—but somehow it slipped your mind to introduce them to Ross. You are twenty two years old, very capable and independent to make the decision with moving in with Ross, but you do love your parents and you want all of their approval, trust, etc.

      "Ross, they'll love you," you reassure him, although inside you are thinking of how your somewhat-overprotective dad will react. "I love you, so what makes them any different?" You finished tying his tie, smiling to yourself.

       He looked so sophisticated and polite—which is probably what he was aiming for. But anyways, he looked incredibly hot.

       "Baby, that's different," he chuckles. "But seriously...what will your parents do when they find out I'm in a band rather than a well paid lawyer, accountant or teacher? Don't you think they'd rather have their daughter dating an intelligent, charming, rich man?" He paused. "Oh god, what if...what if they know we've had sex before?! Oh no, this is going to end terribly—"

     You grabbed the collar of his grey dress shirt, forcing your lips on his to shut up.

      "Ross, relax," you giggle at how cute he was when he panics. "You are so intelligent and charming...and of course you are rich. And just because you aren't a lawyer, what's the difference, babe? You are successful, talented music artist. And I don't care what they think, I love you for the way you are."

      A huge smile tugged at his lips, clearly satisfied with your answer.

-

      You were driving to your parents house, since Ross was too anxious to drive without crashing into a ditch.

        "Do I look okay?" Ross asks quickly as you both stood on the front porch of their house. He was running his hands quickly through his messy blonde hair, reflecting much on how you were when you first met his family.

       "You look handsome, cute, sexy and incredibly hot..." You smirked, whispering some other naughty things in his ear to loosen him up. And it did...maybe a little too much—enough to give him a boner. "Ross! You have to make that go away!" You yelped, hearing the door start to open.

      "I can't!" He barks, quickly trying to fix himself. "Just...stand—" you both were cut off by the sound of the door swinging open, revealing both your parents. You quickly jumped in front of Ross, preventing your parents from seeing his boner.

        "Y/N!" Your mom chirped, reeling you in for a tight hug. She pulls away, smiling widely at Ross. "And this must be Ross?"

        Ross cleared his throat, nodding his head. "Uh yeah...Mrs. Y/L/N, it's a pleasure meeting you—"

        "I am so glad I finally got to meet you!" She throws her arms around Ross, hugging him tightly. You look at Ross's face, stifling a laugh. He was clearly taken back, his eyes widened. He slowly puts his arms around her, giving your mom an awkward hug.

        "So you're the man who has been dating my little girl?" Your dad steps forward, standing one inch smaller than Ross, but much more scary looking.

      "Uh, yes sir," Ross's voice cracks a bit in nervousness.

       "What's your occupation? Have you dated many girls before? Got any other woman pregnant? How's your lifestyle? Is it steady?" Dad kept throwing questions Ross's way. "Have you had sex with my little girl? I swear to god if you had, I know how to use a gun. Are you going to hurt her? Cause' if you do, I will hunt you down."

       "Dad!" You shriek, shaking your head. "Ross, babe, he doesn't mean those things...alright?" You look at Ross smiling assuringly. His eyes were wide, only erupting laughter for your mother.

"He's only joking, dear," your mother laughs, slapping your father. "Right?"

"No promises," your dad jokes. Ross laughs in ease, his nervous cells fading away. The rest of the night was better than expected, and Ross even managed to impress your family very well.

Although he lied about a few things, especially promising your dad that, "oh no sir, Y/N and I will not be doing any of that until we are married. Call me old fashioned, but sex is for after marriage." Your father was pretty pleased, but your mother just had a smirk on her face—she knew.

Nothing ever slides past mothers, right?