Walk on the Beach - R5 Fanfic

Chapter 55

It was December now, and everything was cold.   Living in Ohio, it's freezing.  I had woken up one morning to weather alerts saying school was cancelled.  So I just went downstairs and sat on the couch.  Watching cartoons with Aiden, he also had the day off.  I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through instagram.  Apparently a flight must have crashed due to the weather because everyone was posting about it.  I ignored it for a while, eating chips watching Aiden's shows.  Checking instagram every so often to check out whatever this flight thing was.  

"Aiden, can I please see the remote."  I said, then adding, "I will only change it for a sec."  

He gave me the remote, letting me switch the channel to the news.  

"Fliight 3347 to Boston was forced out of the sky by the intense winter winds.  No say on how the passengers of this flight are."  Something made me keep watching this channel.  

I got up to put my bag of chips away, realizing I never actually ate breakfast.  

I sat back down, where Aiden was surprisingly still watching the news channel.  

"New information from the scene of the Flight 3347 crash.  37 passengers are severely injured, 9 killed."  The news reporter said sadly.

"That's awful."  This is why I hate planes.

I looked back on instagram, just to see what they were saying.  Then I realized comments and DMs were rapidly going up on my channel.  I checked some, which may have been a mistake.  

#PrayForR5 was trending.  Why, because R5 had been on that plane to go to Boston for their tour stop.  

"Oh my god."  I said to myself.  

"What?"  Aiden heard me.  

"Oh my god!"  I said louder, starting to feel tears running down my cheeks.  I ran through the contacts of my phone.  

I called Riker.  No answer.  Stormie no answer.  Mark, no answer.  Rydel, Ellington, Ryland, Rocky, Ross.  Not one of them answered.  What if they were hurt?  Or worse.  9 people killed.  Who were they.  I felt like I might just throw up.  If one of them is hurt...oh my god.  

I got up and started pacing around the room.  

"What's wrong?"  Aiden asked scared of me and curious.  

"They were on that plane.  Aiden, they were on there."  I said collapsing back onto the couch in tears.  

"Are they okay?"  He asked.

"I don't know.  Oh my god..."  I let out.  "Aiden, go get mom.  Now."  

"Mom!!"  He called out walking away.  

I ran my fingers through my hair.  Please one of them needs to answer, I thought as I continued to call each of them.  Stormie, Mark, RIker, Rydel, Ellington, Ryland, Rocky, Ross.  still no answer.  I tried again.  Same order, same amount of panic.  Then my mom walked into the room.  

"Blair, what's going on?"  She said seeing my face.  I probably looked like crap.  

"Mom, I can't get in contact with them.  I'm so worried, what if-"

"No, no what ifs honey.  Just pray."

"I want to know they are alright."  I sobbed onto my mother.  

"Baby, I know.  I hope they are."

My phone buzzed.  Ross.  

"Ross?"  I said desperately as I answered it.  

"No,"  An extremely shaky voice replied - not Ross's though.  It was Riker.  "It's Riker."  

"Oh my god, are you guys okay?"  I said breathing heavily.  

"I am doing ok.  Scrapes, and some injuries.  But I'm fine.  Mom and Dad are fine.  Dell and Ry are both fine."

"What about Ell, Rocky and Ross?"  I asked waiting for a response.  

He paused before answering.  "Rocky and Ell both have really bad injuries, but will be okay."  he said, his voice staring to shake a lot. 

"Ross?  What about Ross?"  I asked.  Scared for his answer.  

"Ross is.. he is injured.  Badly."

"No..."  I let out.

"Uh,"  He took a long breath.  "He isn't doing well.  At all."  I heard some crying t the end of the line.

"Riker?  Is he..?"

"He might not make it."  He said making me start sobbing again.  

"Blair?  Are you okay?"  My mom said to me, getting louder,   "Blair!"  She said a final time, waking me up. "Blair, you were crying in your sleep."  My mom said.  My eyes wide open, scared and alert.  

"It's not real."  I said to myself.  

"What's not real?"  SHe asked confused looking at me, sitting at the end of my bed.  

"The crash, everything."  I said in disbeleif.

"Alright, well tell me tomorrow.  It's four in the morning."   She said leaving my room.  I was still freaking out inside.  I looked my hand, which was shaking when I held it up.  I grabbed my phone, looking at the time then unlocking it.  Searching through my contacts, pressing the call button.  

"Hello?"  I heard him say in a raspy morning voice.  

"Ross."  I said thankfully.  I knew he was alright...but something made me call him.  

"Blair, what's wrong?  Its four am?"  He said.  

"I just, I had an awful dream and you were in it...I was worried and-"

"You okay?"  He said.  

"Not really, not right now."  I responded.  

"Do you want to talk about it..?"  He asked me.  

"Uh, no.  Not really.  It's over, but I'm just a bit shaken up.  It seemed so real.."  I said.

"Well, I'm here.  You can talk to me."  He said sweetly, his voice becoming more awake.  That voice that I couldn't bare to lose.  The on that I realized I had missed so much.  That voice is the one that I thought I had almost gotten over.    

We hadn't talked much.  We were tired, both of us.  But he stayed on the phone with me until I fell asleep.  Just knowing he was okay, made me relax a bit.  Then I realized he hadn't lied to me, he was always going to be there for me.  Maybe he misses me as much as I had finally realized I miss him so much.  This dream made me realize, I am still completely in love with Ross.