Stormies POV
"Here" Mark whispered, Handing me his. I gave him mine before taking a deep breath and reading it.
Dad
I'm not good at letters, as you know so I apologise in advance for how horrible this writing will be. I feel like I've let you down but not pulling through but I know deep down that you don't mind and that you'll still love me. Thank you for being there for me through everything, this includes school and the band and the shows and the auditions. I needed my dad to be there for me at them moments, and you were. I don't know how I managed to deserve you. You're the best dad I could ever get. You were so supportive and I looked up to you. I wanted to be you. But I wasn't and you still managed to support me through everything, even if you knew nothing about it. I also really appreciate the nights where you couldn't sleep and I had had a bad dream and you sat with me, stroking my hair until I managed to drift off again. Our little secret right? I'm a big boy I shouldn't need my dad there. But I did. And you were. I love you dad. I really do.
Lots of love,hugs, kisses (and aeroplane rides)
Your son
Ross Shor LynchTears poured from my face and also on marks. We placed the letters down and lay down on ross' bed. It smelt like him. My baby. I closed my eyes and felt Mark hug me tight. And we both fell asleep.
9:00am
I woke up, hoping it was a dream but when i saw the letters I knew it wasn't. Mark was already awake and when I got downstairs, he was staring out of the window, holding a black coffee. Tears poured down his face. "Morning" I said. "Morning" he replied. Monotone. I grabbed a coffee before lifting up my phone.
Riker
Hey mom. We're coming over at 10.
No kisses. No I love yous. Nothing. "The kids are coming over soon"Rikers POV
We got to moms and she opened the door. Her hair was a mess. Bags under her eyes, still in her pyjamas. "Hey mom" I whispered, hugging her. She hugged back and I walked into the living room and saw dad at the coffee table. A drink was in his hand and he was staring at a shirt on the table. I walked over. Ross' shirt he got when he was five. "I didn't know you still had this" I whispered "he kept it" dad replied. "I thought it was a dream" I whispered. "I wish it was" dad whispered back. Mom walked in from upstairs as everyone sat on the couch. "We were in ross' room last night" dad started, everyone looked as mom sat next to dad, holding a pile of envelopes. "We found these. You all have one" mom finished. "Are they from ross?" Rydel whispered, tears pouring down her face aswell. Mom choked on a sob and nodded. She handed them out and I clutched onto mine. "Mom and I opened ours last night" dad told us. I slowly opened mine.
Riker.
Oh god how do I start this? Yours is the first I'm writing so I apologise for how shit this will be. You know I'm not good at writing letters. Remember when I had to write that letter for school and your immediate response was 'what the Fuck is this?'
I laughed softly
yeah. I'm still horrible at writing but this isn't about me. Riker. I love you okay? We never say that. I wish we did more. The main point of this letter is to say how much I appreciate you. I'm so lucky to have an older brother like you. As brave and as inspirational. The amount of times I've not known what to do with my life and I looked to you for guidance. You wanted to move to LA and get famous so when I decided that I wanted to do acting aswell I expected you to hate me. But no. You found me an audition and helped me rehearse. You were even one of the first, other than mom, to find out that I got it and hugged me and got me a present and took me for a meal. I could never do that for you. But I wish I was able too. You deserve it. You were the one that started everything and the one who helped me get this far. I love you so much. Do Not let R5 fall apart. Even if you do I have one request.
Make sure you look after rocky.
He's been going through some shit no one but me and him know about. Keep him safe please. Don't let him do anything stupid.
Thank you for everything Riker. I love you
Lots of love, hugs and kisses
Your baby bro
Ross Shor Lynch