Ross Lynch Imagines

Jealous Boyfriend

     "Come on, Y/N!" Riker waved you inside, as you struggled to carry a huge load of bags of hamburger buns. The Lynch's were throwing a birthday bash for their youngest family member; Ryland, because he was turning eighteen. Everyone had a job they were assigned to do, and Riker's job was to buy all the food. And of course, he forgot one of the most obvious, and most need-able food of all—hamburger buns.

  How can you eat hamburgers without buns? It was a stupid thing he did, but you didn't find it very surprising. Riker is somewhat responsible, but kind of clueless (not your words, his girlfriend, Savannah came up with that one). But anyways, to make yourself useful around their house, you decided to tag along with Riker and help him. But Riker being Riker had other plans in mind. He made you carry all eight bags containing hamburger buns. He was basically making you do his dirty work.

"Riker, you made poor Y/N carry all those bags by herself?" Stormie scolded her eldest son in disappointment. Stormie rushed to your aid, grabbing all the bags that were slipping out of your arms.

"Thank you," you smiled gratefully at Stormie. "Do you need anything else to have helping with?"

"No, but thank you," Stormie grins at you, setting all the bags on the counter. You give her one last grin before disappearing out onto the back patio, where your boyfriend's back faced you. He was standing at the grill, flipping hotdogs, chicken pieces and cheeseburgers.

"What's cooking, good looking?" You sneaked up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist.

"Hey gorgeous," Ross placed the spatula down, turning around to face you. He cupped your face in his hands, giving you a goofy, white smile. "How was your trip to the store with Riker?" He asks, referring to his oldest brother.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes. "Your brother is the most annoying human being I have ever met."

"That bad, huh?" Ross smirks.

"Unbelievably horrible," you sighed heavily, shaking your head. You were not going to keep complaining anymore. "The meat smells great, by the way."

"Thanks babe," Ross pecks your lips. "I am a pretty amazing chef, if I do say so myself." You rolled your eyes playfully at your boyfriend, pecking the tip of his nose. "Are—"

"Y/N?" You spun around, almost causing yourself to get whiplash in your neck. Your eyes widened at the sight of the person who called your name. Brown wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, dazzling white smile, tall, broad shoulders—it was almost too good to be true.

"Clay?" You gasped, your eyes widening. "Is that really you?" You were shocked and in disbelief. Your old high school boyfriend, whom was your first love, was standing right before you. The only reason you guys broke up is because he was going to college in Scotland, and you were staying in America. But you don't love him anymore, in that way.

"Oh my god," Clay gasps, walking towards you. You undo your arms around Ross, keeping them at your sides. "Y/N, you haven't changed a bit since high school! I mean, you obviously have gotten more beautiful, but I mean—wow!"

"Same with you," you grinned widely. He opened his arms slightly, and of course, you gave in. You both stood there for a moment, just holding each other. So many memories flooded back.

A voice cleared behind the two of you, causing you both to jump apart.

"Who's this?" Clay questions curiously, referring to Ross. You step beside Ross, showing the representation.

"This is my boyfriend, Ross," you say awkwardly. "Ross, this is my ex-boyfriend from high school."

"I hate that prefix," Clay cringes. You look up at Ross, who seems pissed.