The Photographer's Daughter {R5/Will Von Bolton Fanfiction} (completed)

Chapter Ten

Emmalee's POV:

"Em."

"Emmy."

"Em?"

"Emmalee!"

I groan and roll away from the voices that are trying to wake me up and disturb my beautiful dream and sleep. I dreamt that I was in the same room and bed as Ross. But I know my Uncle wouldn't allow it. When I roll over, my head hits someone's bare chest. Ross?

"Emmmaaalllleeee!" Rocky says from beside me.

I shoot up and look next to me. Sure enough, still fast asleep, is the blonde giant I have grown to love. Riker and the other boys snicker as I stare at him.

"Don't remember going to sleep with him?" Ryland asks.

"Nope. Not at all," I respond with a yawn.

"You didn't. You passed out on the couch and he brought you up here. But if I were you, I would get up and move away from the bed. Your Uncle is up and he's looking for you," Ryland explains.

I shoot up from the bed, almost making Rocky fall of the bed. He laughs when he sees what I'm wearing. When I look down, I see that I'm wearing Ross' infamous plane shirt and some shorts. I remember changing into my shorts, just not his shirt. I roll my eyes, knowing that he put it on me. I look over at the sleeping giant and I start to feel the urge to wake him up. I walk over to his side of the bed, where he is curled up. His blonde hair is sticking up and is crazy. He's shirtless and looks to pretty much be pantless. (He has boxers on. Jeez. Don't go south on this.) I sit by his stomach and watch him sleep for a moment.

"Emmalee, you're so weird," Rocky says with a small laugh.

"He's peacefully sleeping," Ryland says in a cute little voice.

"I know. I don't like it," I say standing up.

"What?!" Riker questions.

"No more questions, just get your cameras ready," I say as I walk towards the bathroom.

Almost instantly, everyone pulls out their phones. I grab the cup that I assumed he uses to rinse out toothpaste. I fill it up with water, but I'm not sure if it will be enough. I look around Ross' bathroom before Rocky comes in with a small bathroom trash can, that is empty. He hands it over to me. We exchange mischievous glances as I dump out the small cup and I start to fill trash can up. Giggles come from the door as Rocky and I both lift it out of the skin. I look over and see Rydel and Savannah. Once we're out in Ross' room, Rocky lets me hold the trash can by myself. Phones go up in the air, along with my Uncle's camera.

I walk over to Ross and look down, "Forgive me for this."

When I finish saying that, I start to slowly pour the water onto Ross. His eyes snap open when the cold water falls on him. He squeals like a little girl as it pounds down onto him. He jumps and grabs me, making me almost drop the bucket. His wet body clings to my dry body. I squeal and squirm to try and get away from him.

"Y-You're mean." I stutter out.

"You'll have to get over it if you're coming with me," Ross says as Ryland hands him a towel.

"With you?" I ask as he dries his chest.

"Camping. Courtney and I were being forced to go, but Andre called last night and said I could still go with someone special and I picked you. So you coming or not?" He softly rubs my shirt, trying to dry me a bit.

"How long will we be out?" I ask reaching up to play with a piece of his hair.

"A week or so," He shrugs before taking the bucket of water from me.