Ross Lynch Imagines

Runaway

   Life is unpredictable, cruel, unfair, and messy. Nothing ever seems to go your way or even living up to your hopes and dreams in the slightest attempt. It has a mind of its own and the odds are always in your favor. Especially for you, being at the bold age of seventeen, turning eighteen within a week.

   It's June, which means time is rapidly approaching the end of your senior year of high school. High school was the most terrible four years of your life wasted and withering away at your soul. Your parents were overbearing and too wrapped in their work to even pay attention to you, school was incriminating, vile, and very draining, and you felt trapped. You wanted to do so much, but you felt concealed in your house, living a life you hated. Nobody acknowledges your existence, you are an invisible, floating ghost in school, your friends are either applying to colleges or in long term relationships, and the pressure of being the perfect daughter was exhausting.

That was, until a boy named Ross Lynch tumbled into your life. Perhaps by fate? He was somebody you wanted to get to know, just by his sparkling honey brown eyes, his sweet grin, or the way his blonde hair swept across his forehead. He was tall, lean, and extremely cute. But that's beside the point, he changed your life. He flipped your world upside down and made everything feel better. Your dreary days became a little lighter, to be absolutely cliché about it. With him, you feel cliché. You felt like one of those girls depicted from a romance novel, floating on cloud 9. You are just so infatuated with him and this love was driving you crazy.

   About a six months ago, the house beside yours that had been empty for years had people moving in. A family of seven, named the Lynch's. Four sons, one daughter, and two very friendly parents. Although, one boy caught your eye. Ross's bedroom window was on facing yours and he always kept the curtains drawn. Sometimes you would watch him from your room (not in a creepy way), just admiring him from afar. You suppose he felt your gaze because sometimes he would make eye contact with you and would chuckle once you would try to duck. But every time he caught you and confronted you on it.

   You were super nervous meeting him for the first time. He had told you he knew you were spying on him, which made you blush in embarrassment, but he admitted that he spied on you, too. That began the start of a rising love. You two would share conversations through each other's rooms by writing on sticky notes, going out for milkshakes after school, riding around town in his car, sharing sweet kisses under the stars, and that was it.

You're falling for him.

  Cheesy, like a "Boy Next Door" story.

But now, your parents found out you were involved romantically him without their acknowledgement and consent. They were beyond pissed and disappointed, so they set boundaries. Your privileges to using the car was limited, no cellphone for a week, and you are never allowed to see, speak, or be with Ross ever again. This only made you more resentful of your parents and caused your blood to boil. They always ignore you, yet when you try and make yourself happy with somebody else they finally notice?

They had no right. Your parents chose to not be involved in your life other than to feed you, educate you, and keep you under a roof because they are legally required to until you turn eighteen (in a week). Besides, you are almost legal—they can't do this. You missed being with Ross terribly, so you had to find a way to see him again.

And this idea that has been lingering in your brain is insane, but tempting.

   After school, you arrived home in a hurry and made sure your parents weren't home yet (of course not). You zoomed inside eagerly, climbing the stairs so fast you almost tripped. You ran inside of your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you and tossed your bag of books on your bed before kneeling in front of the window facing Ross's window. Your squinted your eyes to see if he was in his room and he was! You unlocked the latch on your window, hoisting it up before hollering out to your boyfriend.