R5 Imagines

I Will See You Again- Ross

A/N

Sorry it's long, but this was a request! ENJOY!!!!!!! :3

Imagine:

You are in love with your best friend. You grew up with him, and the cliche of your story is a 9,000 out of 10. You have been neighbors since you were twelve and immediately became best friends. His siblings have always teased the two of you about dating, but at the the time, you both thought it was insane.

Now he hasn't seen you in over a year.

His band is touring, and the small amounts of time he is home, he is off filming his show, or recording a stupid album.

You knew when Ross started getting famous that even being friends would be difficult, which was why you never told him how you actually feel. Of course, it was torture, but after him not having time for you, you gave up.

Today is the day that you will finally reunite with Ross. Yeah, he is only available for a few hours, but being able to spend a few hours with someone you love is better than not seeing him at all.

The moment you hear the loud heard of the Lynch siblings and Ratliff, you perk up, searching for the source of the noise. You and Ross make eye contact and have one of those slow-motion-running-into-a-hug moments. Okay, it was not actually slow motion, but it felt that way.

"Ross!" you squeal.

"Y/N!" he replies. He grabs your hand in a friendly way. To you it is so much more.

"So how's touring treating you?" you ask.

"Meh. It would be better if you could come," Ross complains. Rydel and Rocky start the whole, "Awe, look how cute they are!" thing...again.

"Stop." You give him an incredibly unamused look.

"No, I'm being serious. I can't go on being without you for over a year. I need my Y/N." Okay. What's going on with Ross?

"Ross, you're acting pretty different. What happened that you're not telling me?"

"He realized he's in love with you after he couldn't see you everyday," Rydel jokes. You give him a look, asking, Really?

"I have something to tell you," he admits.

"Okay. So..?" you ask.

"I can't tell you here."

"Yes you can," you say, Gosh, what is he hiding?

"I don't want to be overheard," he bluntly states.

"Ross, no one is around except your siblings, and they are deep in their own conversation. Tell me." It is more of a plea than a request.

"I don't want them to go blab about it everywhere, or for you to run away screaming."

"Ross, we've known each other since we were 11. Why would I run away screaming whatever secret you have? I've kept every single secret you've told me. Why is this one any different?" you ask.

"It's different because I don't know how to say it!" he starts yelling. People start to stare.

"Well, Ross you wanna know something?" you sart yelling in his face, but it is difficult because you are a good 5 inches shorter than him. "I've been in love with you since I was 14, but I didn't tell you! I didn't want to ruin you little famous life! I guess I was right to keep it in!" You start running away from him.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls.

~

You sit curled up on your bed. Some random Kardashian show is on, but you are not- in any way or form- paying attention to it. You just sit with your head in your pillow, sobbing. You plan to stay there until you die of dehydration. Or starvation. Or something else fatal that is a side effect of sitting curled up and crying until your death.

You cry until the tears simply stop coming. You crawl into the bathroom where you fish for your razor. This isn't the first time you have cut. You cut when you realized you loved Ross, but he will never love you back. You cut when you were bullied in middle school. It got to the point that your mom had Stormie homeschool you. You were with Ross everyday.

You made two parallel slits on each wrist. You sat there bleeding and sobbing when you heard a knock at the door. You quickly pull on a sweatshirt and answer the door. It's Rydel. Thank goodness no one special has to see this.

"Hi!" she smiles.

"Hey," you unenthusiastically say.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, did you see what happened at the airport?"

"Oh yeah."

"Why don't you come in? I'll vent to you while we drink tea."

"Sounds good."

You tell her everything. About how you fell for Ross's brown eyes, perfect smile, contageous laugh, and his pre-puberty girly singing voice. How you've been cutting for ages. Everything.

"I won't be mad if you tell Ross. I'd actually be happy if he knew," you say at the end.

"No need," Ross says. He is leaning on the wall behind you holding a bouquet of colored daisies- your favorite flower.

"Ross. When did you get here?"

"I came with Rydel. I just went to spy school for twelve years so I came in unnoticed. These are for you," he smiles, handing you the flowers.

"Thank you."

"I'm gonna be in the car," Rydel smiles. She sets her cup of tea down and awkwardly leaves your apartment.

"What did you want to tell me in the airport?" you ask. "I totally understand if you-"

Ross stops you mid-sentence by gently pressing his lips on yours.

"I wanted to tell you that I love you. That I fell for you when I was 14. How you can laugh at anything, but you know when to be serious. I love how you think tea can solve any problem or that a sappy romance movie can cure cancer. I wanted to tell you that I love you," he smiles.

You lean in and softly kiss his lips. You wrap you arms around his keck. You break away and you rest your forehead on his. "Speaking of sappy romance movies, do you want to watch Titanic? I haven't seen it with you in years!"

"Will there be tea invovled?"

"Of course."

"I will stay on one condition."

"That is?"

"Will you do me the great honor of accompanying me for the rest of the tour as my girlfriend?"

"Like you had to ask."