Ross Lynch Imagines

Living Lonely II

   Although you hate to admit it, you are outrageously stunned by Ross' words. You could not believe what he had gone through in life and how you created some mildly stereotypical story about his life within a minute. You are embarrassed for judging him so quickly, but mostly guilty. You would never wish anyone to go through what Ross did with watching him mother get sick and die, his father suffering to support the family with a dying wife, and Ross is still suffering in the end. He feels entitled to help his father with the company, but it seems as if he doesn't truly know his father anymore.

   Ross's father had become so invested in his company that over time that's all he ever became. Ross never got to experience what life is like with a fatherly figure in it, because his dad simply was never around. He was constantly traveling on business trips, investing money, managing bargains, employing people, and attending expensive dinners. And even when his father was home, he was most likely spending his time on his laptop still working.

   You were quick to assume that Ross's life was some superb fairytale because of his father's company and wealthy lifestyle. But truthfully, his life is full of misfortune and loneliness. Frankly, you were glad you can relate to Ross on some odd level now. Perhaps this "Match Made In Heaven" your mother tried articulating is illuminating something in yours and his life...maybe.

  "Ross," you blurt after moments of silence. The wind whirs in the distance, the only sound filling the pocket of silence besides your voice. "I'm so sorry. Not only for what I said, but for the passing of your mother. That must have been awful, and for your dad to work his ass off like that. I'm also sorry that you didn't grow up with a mother or a father."

  "You don't owe me your pity," Ross spits in distaste. He inhales a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke.

  "But I do owe you an apology," you retort softly. "I should have never assumed anything, and especially shouldn't have said it aloud in such degrading detail. It was wrong of me to do...but I do hope we can try this again? I don't mean doing the whole dating thing or whatever my mom planned on doing by bringing you here, but I mean making up I guess? It's Christmas and you'll be here all weekend, I want to at least make this somewhat enjoyable for all your troubles."

  "I can still go, you know," Ross offers harshly, coughing as he flicks ashes off the butt of his cig. "The only reason I came was because your mom so desperately seemed determined to get me to come along. She also offered to do my filing work for two weeks, but I politely declined the offer."

  It didn't come as a surprise that your mom bribed Ross.

  "Oh," you mutter, nodding. "That was...nice of you. I know my mom can be quite demanding, but thank you..."  

  "Your mother is a kind woman," he adds. "I was glad to at least make her happy even though I knew nothing would happen between us."

   "What makes you say that?" You frown, knitting your eyebrows together.

  Yes, the first time you met was embarrassing...but are you really that awful? I mean you try to keep up with your appearance and you're an okay of a person. You're not a god, but you're not Satan either.

"It just seems too cliché, you know?" Ross says in between inhaling. "Besides, you made it perfectly clear I am an unwanted guest. Your expression said it all as soon as you saw me today and that entire destructive conversation earlier was just the icing on the cake. You're doing this for your mother, I respect that."

"That's not true," you indicate durably. "Well, I mean at first, yes. I dreaded you coming from the moment my mother informed me you were coming along, but only because of how we first met. I was embarrassed, and I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcome. But I don't feel that way anymore."