Do You Remember? (Ross Lynch Fanfic)

-Rikki's POV-

"Rikki, time for school!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs. I sighed and slowly rolled out of bed, falling on the floor. I stood up and stumbled into my closet, picking out random clothing items and throwing them onto my bed. I slowly did my hair and makeup and slipped into my clothes. I walked over to my full-length mirror and examined my reflection. I seems that I picked out my white high-waisted shorts and a pink ombre crop top. I practically fell down the stairs and grabbed my black high-tops, forgetting about breakfast, and ran down my street to the bus stop.

I stopped at the end of my block, looking for the bus through the morning fog. I turned around and surveyed the house that my old neighbors used to live in. It looked so lonely and abandoned. My neighbor, who was also my best friend, moved when I was in second grade. I still remember all the good times Ross and I used to have. Sometimes I wish he would still be here. I always knew he was there for me and I could tell him anything. Maybe I could save up some money and visit him and his family in their new fancy California house.

I got on the bus when it pulled up, still reminiscing about the old days. My friend Sam said that Ross was on a TV show now and that it was a huge deal, and that he was making tons of money. I tried watching the show a few times, but ended up turning it off before he came on. It hurt to think about him and I missed him like hell. Oh, what I would give to be 7 years old again.

The bus pulled up in front of my school, which was now filled with loud freshmen and sophomores. Sometimes I feel like an idiot because I still have to ride the bus while most seniors have their own fancy cars, bought for them by their rich parents. Sucks for me, but my family doesn't have bucket loads of money. My dad left us a few years ago, so my mom has to support me and my 12-year-old brother Tristan by herself. I have a decent paying job at the theatre down the road. I'm not an actress or anything, but I take care of all the paperwork and stuff. I've gotten to host a few of the auditions which has been fun.

I walked into school, keeping my head up. That's the good thing about being a senior, there are no older kids to bully you, and the ones that are my age lose interest really quickly. I've been lucky that their aren't that many mean people at my school. Most of us have known each other since Elementary school, so we're all pretty close. My school isn't very big, maybe only 100 graduating seniors.

School sauntered by, and I kept my brain turned off pretty much the whole time. There was only one class that sparked an interest in me: performing arts. Like I said, I don't act and I'm a terrible singer, but I enjoy the class nonetheless. I love being in the school productions, dancing backup. It's really fun and you don't even have to worry about embarrassing yourself, because everyone else looks just as bad as you do!

"Okay class, listen up," my drama teacher, Mrs. Warner, was saying. "I have a very important announcement to make!" She was yelling over the class until everyone shut up.

"As I was saying, I have it cleared with the principal and the school board that we will be taking a class trip," she said. There were gasps of excitement going around the room.

"We will be attending to the International Convention for Performing Arts in two weeks. Is anyone aware of what it is?" She asked.

"It's the biggest acting convention in the US," a senior girl said.

"That's right," Mrs. Warner said, "Does anyone know where it is?" she asked.

"Las Angeles!" A girl named Tammy exclaimed. My heart was pounding as adrenaline raced through me.

"Correct. Now with your parent's permission and a fee of $500 each, you are all required to go. The trip will be two weeks long, and you will have off from all of your other classes. You will have a few extra days to sightsee, if you wish."

My heart dropped. 500 dollars? How was I supposed to get that in time for the trip? I can't ask my mom for money, and it would take me more than two weeks to earn that up. I was going to have to come up with a plan, and fast.