How It Ends (An R5 Story)

Chapter 8: Firsts

Alisa's POV:

Ross and I talked for a while, but the whole time, I was still partially distracted by our kiss. I couldn't get over the fact that I had shared a kiss with my celebrity crush. I was living so many girls' dreams. But why me? Why am I the one he falls for, out of all the girls in the world that he could have?

Then, as if sensing my train of thought, he stops mid-sentence. No longer talking to me about Austin and Ally, he takes his hand and places a loose strand of my slightly-wavy, blonde hair behind my ear. In the process, his fingertips lightly brush my cheek and I look into his eyes, smiling. "You're beautiful, Alisa. Do you know that?" He says in a low tone. I blush wildly, my cheeks turning a fairly dark shade of fuchsia. He takes my hand in his, stroking the back of my fingers while he seems to be sorting things out in his head. He looks at my eyes and smiles, likely having come to a resolution. "Do you want to hang out tonight? Like go to dinner, or something?"

I feel my breath catch in my throat. Ross Lynch just asked me out on a date! Try not to fangirl, try not to fangirl! "Yes, of course," I smile, "Where at?"

"It's a surprise! But dress casually, we leave the house at 6:00." He responds, having it all planned out. I look at my phone, it's 5:30. I tell him I'm going to get ready.

I run excitedly into Rydel's room where she's sitting on her bed looking at her phone. "RYDEL!" I scream and she jumps up, momentarily scared. She looks up at me and then smiles.

"Hey kiddo, how are things going with Ross?" She winks at me and I blush.

"Ross asked me on a date!!!!" I squeal, skipping all of the details, "I need help getting ready since I don't have time to go home."

"OMG! Alisa, that's great! Okay here's how this will work. You can borrow some of my clothes and I'll do your hair. Do you think one of your friends could do makeup?" Rydel says.

"Yeah let me go get one of them," I say, jogging out of the room. I practically trip down the stairs because I'm going so fast.

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Mikayla's POV:

It's not long of a drive to my house, since I also live in LA. The whole way, Riker tried to avoid the silence by asking me questions, about myself, my family (especially mom), and about Hannah and Alisa. Once we get to the house, I freeze, "Riker...um. Should I just go? You don't have to..."

"Shhhh, Mikayla, I coming with. Don't worry, I've got your back," he reassured. We went up to the door slowly, and my hand hovered over the bell. I paused for a second, and I feel Riker's hand rest on my lower back letting me know he's there. I sigh and ring the bell.

The door opens quickly, revealing a tall woman with brown hair, brown eyes, and business clothes. She smiles when she sees me, but I can tell it's forced, probably because I have a guest. "Well hello, Mikayla, dear. It's about time you came home." She looks at me with a disapproving stare that I have seen many times before, but wraps her arms around me tightly as if she hasn't seen me in weeks. "And who is this, lovely, guest you have brought with you?"

"Hello, Mom, this is Riker. He's the oldest child in the Lynch family and my escort here since I don't have my own car." I explain and without any words walk past her and into the house, leaving Riker trailing behind. He shakes my mom's hand and continues behind me as I sit on the couch. My mom sits down on the couch across from me and Riker sits down next to me, close enough to show some sort of friendship, but not so that it would raise questions from my mom. "Mom, can we...talk?"

"Of course, honey, I'm always here for you. But I have to leave for a meeting in 20 minutes, so it'll have to be quick." She smiles and glances at Riker who shifts awkwardly in his seat. I can tell she wants him to leave, but I want him here.