Cali Boys Want Cali Girls ~ An R5 fan fiction [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12

*SAPPHIRE'S P.O.V*

Ross and I didn't speak during the plane ride. I sat awkwardly, listening to music off of Ross' iPod. He was watching movies the entire flight back to California. When we landed he put an arm around me, "Are you okay, babe? You haven't gave me a second glance since Canada." He sounded worried.

"I'm fine, I just...." I sighed. This morning, Ross and I woke up to a text on my phone. From Vince. All it said was "tell Blondy im getting my girl back"

He put our bags in the back of his car, "Saph, you don't think me, Riker, Rocky, and Ryland can kick Vince's ass? I think Rydel could have him screaming for his mommy." he chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist, "Just take a breath and we'll be home soon."

We got into his car and started driving down to the hotel. He chuckled and turned on the radio, and, like magic, we both started singing loudly. We were both still smiling and singing like idiot teenagers as we pulled up to the hotel.

As we walked through the lobby, we were greeted by the rest of the Lynch siblings. They all ran to us and picked us up, smiling and yelling.

"Why are you wearing a sweatshirt, Ross? It's like 100 degree's here?" Rocky laughed.

"was it awesome in Canada?" Rydel added.

"See any cute girls?" Ryland winked. Ross punched his shoulder before Ryland added, "For me, dude!"

Ross turned to me, "So how about-" He stopped, looking over my head.

"What?" I asked, trying to turn around and see what he was staring at.

He unzipped his black 'Austin and Ally' sweatshirt and put it over my shoulders. He flipped up the hood, and chuckled. "You look cute in this.... Well, anyway, go with Rydel upstairs quickly. We gotta do something really quick." he gestured to his brothers.

I tugged at the sweatshirt. Why do I have to wear this? Rydel and I picked up my set of bags and headed up to the elevator.

When we arrived to my room, everything looked the same. Rydel praised how amazing everything looked as I set my stuff in the living room. "so, what do you think the boys are doing?" I asked.

"Um, hello?" a British voice asked. It wasn't Mary. I turned to the stairs, where the voice came from. Halfway down the stairs, a girl, about my age, stood. Her long black hair hung over her yellow sun dress. Her blue eyes looked scared. "Who are you?"

"um, who are you? I live here, that's who I am..." I could tell I sounded rude, but how should I sound? I just found a random chick in my house!

"I live here." She seemed questionable. "I just moved in..."

"No, I have lived here for a while now. My grandmother used to live in this room too." I was about to freak out. Someone has been living in my penthouse and I didn't even know? "My bedroom is over there." I pointed to the room near the kitchen. Rydel looked at me like I was insane.

The girl followed where I pointed, "you don't live there? Rikki lives there."

I stomped towards my room. Rikki? Who is Rikki? Rydel just watched me leave. I swung open my door, and who did I see; Rikki Taylor. My best friend from back home. She sat on my bed like she owned the place, reading a magazine with Ross on the cover. Her shoulder length red hair swung as she flipped the page. Her brown eyes scoped the page.

"'Are you single?' BOP recently asked the Austin and Ally hottie, Ross Lynch." She read aloud. "'well, actually.' He answered. 'I have a girlfriend, and I think I'm in total love with her.' Oooo, who do you think this mysterious girl is? Well, us here at BOP did a little research. The girl Ross has been seeing is....." Rikki took a dramatic pause, then looked up at me. "My best friend!"