R5 Imagines

Ross and Jennie: Part One

Butterflies fluttered freely in my stomach as I prepared to go onstage. I somehow managed to get into a talent show and I was singing. I tightly gripped my mic and stood in front the mass of peers watching me. Thankfully, the stage lights blocked me from seeing the crowd actually staring at me. My parents were both giving me thumbs up and that was about all I could see.
Literally as soon as I opened my mouth to say hi, Shad Shifferdecker (the bully who everyone thought was hot) stood up and booed me. Of course his posse joined in. It was annoying, he hurt so many people yet many of the girls thought he was totally smashing. They obviously saw him as the winner of "Hottie Of The Year."...which in my mind (and the mind of any other sane human) wasn't him.
"BOO!!!"
The crowd was soon filled with shouts of protest and rejection. I tried to brave it out but I couldn't and what made it worse was I performing in front of my most favorite band ever. R5. They were actually hosting the talent show as a free show to raise money for kids in other countries. I know!!! So sweet!!!
But anyway, I was frozen, I couldn't go on. I turned to exit the stage and pushed past my idols who were watching from backstage. They all called after me and tried to stop me but I kept running. I ran and ran and ran and just like in the cliche movies, it started pouring. Then came the "plot twist". The rain turned into hail. Here I was crying outside in the cold while ice pelted my head. Above the patter of frozen rain hitting the sidewalk, I heard running footsteps. I assumed someone was coming to bring me back home but I had no intentions of going back home. This was not the only time I had been bullied and it was wearing me down.
"Jennie! Please stop running from me."
"Leave me alone." I shouted back to whoever it was.
"Jennie, I'm serious. This hailstorm could get worse."
I kept on running and when I thought I lost the person, I ran straight into the nearest park and hid at the top of the playground. At least there, I wouldn't get hurt by the hail...or anybody's hateful words.
A few seconds, I heard someone climbing up the ladder.
"Jennie. I know you're in here. Please don't be scared. It's me, Ross."
I had met him once before and the only thing I ever said was "Wow, you're taller in person and your hair is beautiful..."
Ross climbed in next to me but I didn't plan on talking to him at all. I sat quietly and listened to the hail increase in it's force. I was glad the noise was so loud. It was drowning out the sound of my loud sobs and desperate cries to be somewhere only I could be.