Ross p.o.v
Reagan just ran out of the house. I glanced at everyone and decided that I would go after her this time. I began to chase after her. I finally caught up after 15 minutes. she collapsed and began to cry. I sat down next to her on the grass. "what's up" I asked. she looked up and flicked my head. well then. "Rossy, I'm sorry" she said sadly. "nah it's fine. nothing up there to hurt" I said smiling. she laughed and hugged me. "Ross what do I do? I want to go SO BAD. it's been my dream since the day I touched a volleyball." she said as she began to cry again. "I think you should follow your heart. and if that's to go to NYC then you should go. even though I'm gonna miss my giggle box." I said and kissed the top of her head. "thanks Ross. but you understand. I don't think everyone else will" she said quietly. "then we'll make them" I said standing up. I held hand out and she took it. we then began to walk around talking about random stuff. I don't get to spend that much time with Reagan. between filming, the band, and interviews/photo shoots. I never get to talk to her. we walked around for about an hour until Rocky called and asked if I found her and I told him that we were just taking a breather and he said to come home because mom and dad are ready to talk to Reagan. we walked home and Reagan went straight up to the den. before she did I whispered, "good luck. don't give up easily fight if you want it." she nodded, kissed my cheek, and ran upstairs.
