Ross Lynch Imagines

Cherry Pop

     You lounged on a beige chaise lounge chair on the sandy beach of Miami, Florida. It was a beautiful, sunny day and the ocean breeze was not too hectic. You were on family vacation with your siblings and parents, but they were still back in the hotel eating breakfast and you decided to get an early start on your tanning.

  Your hair was slightly messy, but you pulled it off to make it look hot and your slim body you worked hard on getting over the winter fit perfectly in your white bikini. You wanted to impress and hopefully hit up a hot lifeguard, but none has exactly approached you. Earlier you did spot one staring at you, but quickly turned away because a kid needed help with a jelly fish sting.

   You reached in the plastic bag containing juicy, red cherries, popping one in your mouth before taking out the seed. Cherries have always been your favorite fruits, and they were highly nutritious as well—what's not to like?

  "Hey babe," a foreign voice came from beside you, practically making you jump out of your skin. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing, can I talk you out of it?" You push down the sunglasses on bridge of your nose, your eyes trailing up as you observe the boy he came up to you. He was standing over you, blocking the sun from beating down on you. He had a smirk plastered on his face, his hazel eyes gleaming.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed. "I'm not even wearing a shirt, you pervert."

"Even better," he winks. You caught yourself staring at his scrumptious, mouth-watering toned six pack abs, but quickly detached your eyes away. This guy was hot, but how dare he come up to you with a lame pickup line?!

"Wow," you stifled a laugh. "On any other day, I'd find that flattering..."

"See?" He smirks.

"But, I'm not." The boy pouts. "First of all, you're wearing hot pink swim trunks, your hair is too bleached—like dude, dye it professionally—and I've already heard that several times before. Besides, you're not my type."

"And your type is...?"

  "Not you," you spat.

"Ouch," he foolishly puts a hand over his heart to add effect, but you were not interested. You carried onto your business, eating your cherries. "Can I have one of those?"

"No," you said sternly, snatching your bag of fruit out of his reach.

"That's mainly the reason I came over here," he adds.

"Is that so?"

"They look sooo good," he licks his lips seductively, you were dying, but you wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction. "And the way you were sucking on them and biting them was so, so sexy. I would love to feel that on my dick."

You cringed in disgust. "Ew, get away from me you pimp!"

The boy tossed his head back, laughing. "You love it," he chuckles. You totally forgot about he cute he was, he was pissing you off. Is he a legit fuckboy?

"Could you please go?" You flutter your eyelashes to add effect. "I will promise to call you."

"I ain't buying it," he laughs.

"Ain't?" You huffed. "What are you, some backwoodsy Southern boy?"

   "Nope," he shakes his head. "But I sure do got the classic southern boy charm that swoons all the ladies." He wiggles his eyebrows.

  "Prove it," you scoffed, not believing him.

"Okay, it's on," he grins. "Hi, I'm Ross. I apologize for my foolishness, and I hope you forgive me. Because you're one nice, fine lady and I just couldn't keep myself from coming over to you, beautiful."

  "That was cute," you giggled. "The Southern accent was brilliant."

  "Why thank you," Ross bows daintily. "No but seriously, I only came over here for one of your cherries."

   "That's it?"

  "And their number," he smiles widely. You giggled giddily, only making him smile wider.

"Oh, so my cherry's have a phone number now, too?" You smirked. "Boy, you sure are full of surprises."

"It's in my middle name," Ross brings an eyelid down in a flirtatious wink. "So, may I have your phone number now, Cherry?" You smiled widely, just now catching onto his joke.

  This was a beginning of a summer fling, a remarkable one you would never forget.

----
Part Two???

Stay beautiful! ღ