Ross Lynch Imagines

Paradise

It was a beautiful, humid morning aboard the cruise ship sailing through tropical waters to its destination, Aruba. You were roaming the decks of the vast, luxurious ship and enjoying your tranquilizing time while on vacation. You had just graduated college yesterday, and this was your present from earning your degree and all that hard work by your parents. Of course, they were with you on this trip, along with your younger sister and her cocky, pesky boyfriend.

  Nonetheless, you were enjoying this free time away from them as they ate breakfast in one of the restaurants on the ship.

   The taste of salt sprays on your lips as waves crash and the mist from the ocean rises above. The aroma of fresh, tropical flowers, fruity smoothies from the tiki bar behind you, and the rawness of the sea wavers in the air, causing you to sigh in content. You lean against the rail that kept you from falling into the clear blue water below, gazing out into the infinite horizon line where the yellow sun illuminated light brightly. Everything was just so beautiful and overwhelming.

   "It's awesome, isn't it?" A disembodied voice you didn't recognize said beside you.

   You turned your head to catch a glimpse of the person the voice came from. It was a boy—man, that appeared to be around your age. He had the most bleached blonde hair on a guy you've ever seen, but he some how pulled it off with his natural beachy waves. He had dark brown eyes, but his eyes lit up in with a glow from the sun reflecting in his eyes, making them appear iridescent. He was tall, lean, and wore a muscle tank top, shorts that dropped to his knees, and converses.

   He was kind of handsome, you suppose.

   "Awesome," you stated, with a small smile. "Yeah, it's...awesome."

The guy laughs, revealing a white smile.

"Have you been on a cruise before?" He asks you.

"Yes—well uh...not really," you said nervously with a laugh. "I mean uh, when my parents went on a cruise to the Bahamas my mom was a few months pregnant with me if that counts..."

Even after being a twenty two year old college graduate you were still as awkward as a high school freshman.

"Sure," he chuckles, leaning his body into the rails.

You mentally cursed yourself for being so foolish.

"So..." he trails off. "I'm Ross, Ross Lynch." He offers out his hand for you.

You clasp his hand, "Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Ross flashes you a smile. "You on your vacation with your fiancé, perhaps? Honeymoon?"

You burst out laughing absentmindedly, then press your lips together as a blush creeps onto your cheeks.

"No, no fiancé or marriage," you shake your head, still recovering from your laughter. "I'm on vacation with my family and my sister's boyfriend. I just graduated college and this is my graduation gift/celebration for "new horizons," as my dad calls it."

"Sweet," Ross says. "Well, congrats to you."

You blush, "thanks."

"What's your major?"

"Psychology."

"Psychology?" He raises an eyebrow, sounding impressed. "What intrigued you so much to be into that? I always thought psychology was overrated with only therapists asking: "and how does that make you feel?""

You didn't take his comment to offense, you knew where he was coming from.

"Psychology is a lot more than just that," you say in defense. "Psychology is an art of the mind. Psychology is the study of perception, perspective, and the way a mind deals with emotion. Did you know that the mind forgets pain? You can remember you were in pain, but you can't remember what it felt like."