HollyWood Life {R5 FanFiction}

Chapter 5- Say You're Just a Friend

Ok, so I changed some stuff in the previous chapters, the only thing I changed is she same from London, so now she's British.

I would also like to say, I'm not British (I wish I was). But some of the British terms are from a website, so... If I get some words wrong, bare with me, I'm working on it.

So this chapter will probably have a lot of POV changes, just to warn you ahead. And this chapter should be longer. Hope you enjoy :)

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Rydel's POV

"Make sure you get his forehead," I told Zoey.

"Trust me, I won't miss a spot," we were coloring Ross's face. He wasn't awake yet, so it's his problem. That and he was late for rehearsals yesturday so...

"What are you guys doing," a half asleep Rocky said, walking down the stairs.

"Well, he's asleep, and he should have been on time yestuday," I responded.

"Ah, so payback."

"Yep, you want to help?"

"Duh, give me a marker," I handed him a marker, and kept drawing. We pretty much had all of his body colored by now, and were finishing up his arm.

"I'm pretty proud of our work," I finishing the last tattoo. By this time all of us were coloring on him; Ellington, Ryland, Rocky, Riker, Zoey, and me. Ellington lives next door, so we just called him over.

"Me to, how about we admire our work with some Twitter action, if you know what I mean," Zoey said. We all got out our phones and started tweeting pictures.

"So know what do we do, I mean Ross still doesn't seem like he's waking any time soon," Rocky asked.

"Yea, is he even breathing," Zoey asked.

"We can wake him up, and I'm sure he's breathing," Riker said answering both questions.

"Okay so, do we want to do the old whip cream trick," I asked.

"Ha, cute, you Americans and your pranks. We should obviously dump him in the pool," Zoey said.

"Ok, since we don't want him to kill us, which he would, let's do the whip cream trick," Rocky persuaded her.

"Ugh, fine, but next time I'm dumping you into the pool."

"I'm sure you will," Rocky said sarcastically.

"Watch your back Lynch," she murmured loud enough for me to hear.

I left to go to the kitchen and get whip cream, and something to tickle him with. I came back with everything we needed. I got the honors of putting whip cream on his hand, and Zoey got to tickle his nose.

Ross's POV

I felt tickle my nose in my sleep, so naturally I went to scratch it, then I felt something in my face. Whip cream. I shot up, and looked at my hand, of course it was covered in whip cream,, and my arms were covered in tattoos, why? Oh, no. I darted to the nearest mirror, to find myself covered in marker. Head to toe. I have to shoot Austin and Ally today, daren't.

"You idiots," I yelled at them, they were standing in the living room, with guilty faces, but at the same time were about to crack up. "You know I'm busy today, and you drew on my face." I didn't want Zoey to know about us being kind of famous, yet anyways, and it didn't seem like she knew.

"They cancelled filming today," Riker whispered in my ear, before heading to his bedroom.

"It was Zoey's idea," they all pointed to Zoey.