Ross Lynch Imagines

Break-Up

"Ross, I don't think I can do this anymore," your voice was trembling, and you could not swallow back the tears no matter how hard you tried. "We're just...two different people, we don't mash well."

Ross's hands dropped from fiddling with his tie, staring at you in disbelief. He slowly walked around the counter, moving slowly toward you. "What are you trying to say?" Ross asks, his voice monotone. "Aren't differences what make relationships stronger?"

You nodded slowly, "normally, yes."

"Then what makes us different than anyone else?" You backed up a few feet away from Ross.

"Ross, we are just too different," you said in exasperation. "I can't explain it."

"Bullshit!" Ross abruptly raises his tone. "If we are heading down this road I think we are going, then you better give me an explanation, dammit."

"We want different things!" You shrieked, tossing your hands up in the air. "Yes, differences are good—but wanting two completely different lives? How can we live together forever if I want to go left, and you want to go right?"

"What do you mean?" Ross frowns, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "What's so different about what we want?"

"Ross, you're a business man," you tell him. "You're going to be traveling often to different states—different countries... You will barely be home..."

"You can come with me," Ross argues.

"What if we decide to get marry and have children?" You ponder out loud. "If you keep traveling, we can't take an infant with us. Then that means I'll be home taking care of the baby, and you will be out of his or her life."

"Are you saying I wouldn't be around to take care of our child?!" Ross hisses in annoyance.

"You're not trying to," you stated. "It's your job, you can't help it. I don't like moving around places—I want to be near my family and raise children in my hometown."

"So I am no longer apart of your dream anymore?" Ross's voice cracks, frustrating you more.

"Of course not!" You shout louder than you intended. "Ross, I love you, okay? You will always be my best friend, but our pieces just don't fit together anymore. You deserve someone who is as adventurous and spontaneous as you. I need someone who wants to stay stationery, and raise a family."

"So you want to be battened down in one location for the rest of your life?" Ross snickers. "Jesus, what happened to you? What happened to the seventeen year old girl I fell in love with! She use to be so lively, daring, adventurous, and wild-spirited. What happened to her?"

"She grew up!" You stomped your foot. "Ross, I am sick of you judging my choices! I'm sorry that I love my family and want to stay near them, I'm sorry I want to live in my hometown instead of some foreign country—I'm sorry that I want to become a specialist in special education teacher. Okay? I'm sorry I actually want to be somebody!"

"What?" Ross gasps appallingly. "Are you calling my career fake?"

"Yeah!" You chuckled bitterly. "Have you seen the people you work with? They're all fake and they suck! They are all pinched-face, filthy rich and nasty people who think the world revolves around them. And soon, you'll become one of them—not like you haven't now."

"You know what?" Ross puffs out his chest, tightening his tie. "You're right." Ross marches out of the living room, and slams the master bedroom door shut behind him. You never meant for things to get so heated and intense, and you knew you hurt his feelings. He loved his job, and no matter how angry you are with him—that still did not give you a right to bash about his job that he worked so hard for getting.