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You Get Into Your First Big Fight (Pt. 2)

You Get Into Your First Big Fight (Pt. 2)

Ross: You haven't seen Ross for a couple days now, and you've tried texting and calling him. You try calling him again. "Hello?" Someone answers on the third ring. "Hi, who is this?" You say, because you didn't recognize the voice as Ross'. "This is Riker," the voice says. "Oh, hi Riker," you pause. "Is Ross there?" "Uh," Riker hesitates to answer your question. "Yeah, he is, but he doesn't want to talk to you. Is everything okay?" You sigh. "We got into a fight," you pause. "Could you please see if he'll talk to me?" "Okay," Riker sound hesitant, but you hear shuffling on the other end. "Hello?" You instantly recognize the voice as Ross'. "Hi," you pause. "I'm sorry, I-" "No, I'm sorry, babe." Ross interrupts you. "I shouldn't have walked out - ill come home so we can talk, okay?" You nod, but then realize he can't see you. "Okay, see you soon Rossy." You hang up, sitting on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. Not even give minutes later, Ross is in the door, and before you know what's happening, he has enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. "I'm sorry," he says into your neck, his breath tickling you. "I'm sorry, too," you say, leaning back in his embrace, looking into his eyes. "I love you." "I love you, too." He says, colliding your lips against his in a sweet, soft kiss. "We're all good?" He whispers against your mouth. "All good," you smile into the kiss.

Riker: You haven't seen Riker in two weeks, and you were missing him like crazy. You texted him, and called, but he never answered. At one point you decided to get out of the house, so you walked to Starbucks. As you were walking in, you bumped into a tall blonde, recognizing his cologne as Riker's. You looked up, and sure enough, it was him. "(Y/N)! I really need to talk to you!" He exclaims, taking your hand in his. You pull your hand out of his. "Oh really? After not answering my calls and texts? Yeah, I don't think so," you say, walking away from him to order. "Please, give me ten minutes, I promise I'll make it up to you," he pauses. "I'll buy you your usual." You knew that Riker remembered your usual Starbucks order because when you both first met, you bumped into him and spilled it all over his white t-shirt. You sigh. "Fine, you have ten minutes." You say, sitting at a table for two, Riker sitting down not long after you with your drinks. "(Y/N), I'm really sorry," Riker starts. "For what?" You scoff. "Calling me clingy?!" Riker sighs. "Please, hear me out," he says. "Fine, go on." You gesture him to go on. "I'm sorry for calling you that, you're not clingy," he pauses. "And I wish I never had, because - because I love you." He finishes, taking your hand in his across the table. You look into Riker's eyes. "I love you, too, Riker." He smiles slightly. "All good?" "All good," you smile.

Rocky: Rocky's tried calling and texting you, but you didn't want to answer. Sure, you hated doing this to him, but what you hated more - was being wrong. You were wrong to walk out on Rocky like that. You realized that when you were driving to god knows where. Your phone starts blaring your ringtone "Crazy 4 U" so you answer it, knowing its Rocky. "Oh my gosh, babe, you answered! I was so worried - where are you? Are you okay?" Rocky rambles when the phone call starts. "Hi," you say quietly. "I'm sorry, I was wron-" "No, no, just come home. I need to see you." Rocky ends the phone call, as you start your car, driving home. Not even ten minutes later, you were in the door. "(Y/N)!" Rocky exclaims, running toward you. He attacks you in a huge bear hug, making you lose your balance from the sudden force against your body, but wrap your arms around your husband's torso, as he pushes you against the closed front door. "I love you so much," he says, kissing you, the kiss soon getting heated. You push Rocky's chest gently, giggling. "Ariel's upstairs, babe!" You say in between giggles. Rocky smiles at you and sighs contently. "I just really love you." "Love you too, babe." You say, bringing your husband into a tight hug.

Ellington: You drive to the only place you knew you could have someone to talk to - your best friend's house. You knock, waiting for him to answer the door. "Hey (Y/N) - what's wrong?" Your best friend, Ross, pulls you into the Lynch's house, taking you into his room. You two had always been the closest since you started going out with Ratliff. "Ell's parents don't like me," you say, your voice cracking as you sit on the edge of Ross' bed, as he enveloped you in his arms. "But why?" Ross wonders out loud. You let your tears fall freely now, soaking Ross' t-shirt. "Apparently, I-I'm not "made" for Ell or something," you cry. Ross rubs your back on soothing circles. "Shh, it's all okay, babe. Don't worry, you and Ell have come to far to Ed it like this." Ross coos, kissing your hair every once and a while. After about fifteen minutes, you finally calm down, just sitting in Ross' arms. "Where is she?" You hear Ratliff's voice say from downstairs. "She was pretty upset, Ell. I dunno if she wants to talk to you," Rocky says, then walks up to Ross' room. Once he arrives, he looks at you, knowing you heard them. "Do you?" He asks. You look up at Ross. "Go talk to him, babe, it'll make you feel better, I know it." He whispers in your ear. You nod. "Yeah." You walk down the stairs with Rocky to see Ratliff standing there, but when he sees you, he can't help but run toward you and crush you in a hug. "I love you," he whispers in your ear. "I love you too, Ell." He pulls from the embrace a little and looks you in the eyes. "And my parents can't change that." He leans in, his lips softly moving in sync with yours.

Ryland: "Babe, wait!" Ryland calls for you, grabbing your wrist pulling you back from getting into your car. "Ry, let go, I think it's the best for the both of us." You say. "Babe, I know you don't want to do this, we both know that." Ryland says softly, pulling your arm, bringing you inside your shared house, and closing the door. "Ryland, please. Just let me go," you pause. "We both know you don't want to date a g-girl who st-stutters." "Do you really think that I wouldn't want to if I've been with you for two and half years?" Ryland chuckles a little, bringing you into his chest. "Aren't you embarrassed to have me around when I stutter?" You say, then gasp. "Ry! I didn't stutter once there!" Ryland smiles. "No, because I love you," he pauses. "See? You just have to work through your stutter. I love you." "Love you too, Ry."

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