Home (Rockliff) #2 of broken series.

Chapter One

Rocky:

We broke up. Yes, we broke up. The R5 family hated us for being gay, so we told them it was a joke and broke up.

It was the worst day of my life- at the time. Now it's not so bad.

The tour is over and now we don't know what to do with ourselves. It's been a year or two since we saw Ratliff, and I haven't been depressed.

Until I got back together with Alexa. Then my whole world brightened. She stopped being obsessive, and now she's perfect. I've completely gotten over Ratliff. What did I ever see in him anyway?

I even moved out of the house and got my own apartment. Alexa hasn't moved in, but there's a drawer of her things at my place.

We haven't had a band meeting, I've been to busy. I got an acting job on a movie and to my luck, Alexa is in it too. She's my girlfriend in the movie.

Now, I've got 2.1 million followers on instagram and I'm bigger then Ross ever was. The first movie came out a while ago, and now we're on the sequel.

Infact, I'm in the dressing room now.

Knock knock.

I opened my door to find my beautiful girlfriend standing there. "Hey babe,"

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "C'mon, we gotta get to set," She grabbed my hand, swinging it all the way to set.

"Places!" The director yelled. "We don't have all day!" We started to run. "C'mon we've gotta shoot this scene today people, move!" I finally got to my place as the camera started to roll.

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"And. . . cut! That's a rap guys! Good work, see you on Monday!" I grabbed Alexa and carried her bridal style as soon as I got the word.

"C'mon babe!" She laughed, but not fighting it. She only wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed harder.

"Sir Rocky to the rescue!" I yelled as I ran down the hall. I ran all the way to her dressing room and threw her on the couch, tickling her. It led to a very heated make out session and I tugged at the bottom of her shirt. She stopped me.

"Not that far."

"Why not babe?"

"Maybe I don't want to go that far right now."

"Still. What if I want to?"

Things went on like this for a while, before she eventually got my to stop and we just sat there cuddling. "How did I ever let you go?" I asked.

She just smiled brightly and kissed my nose before falling asleep. I picked her up again and carried her to the car. "C'mon baby, let's get out of here."

I kissed her forehead and buckled her in before driving home. Once we got there, I carried her to bed and tucked her in. "Night Lexa."

Once she was done with I went out and got a beer. A few drinks won't hurt right?

A few turned into six and that's where the memories stop.

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I woke up and Alexa was on the phone, more specifically the landline. See? Drinking never hurt anyone! She hung up immediately when she saw me. "Hey babe, who was that?"

She smiled, turning around to kiss me. I pressed her body to me, where we started to make out. I tugged at the bottom of her shirt but again, she stopped me. "No."

I rolled my eyes as she left. Why does she keep stopping me?

Ratliff:

I'm dying on the inside. I haven't seen a Lynch in a year, four months, and sixteen days. Nothing. No word of R5. No fans recognize me anymore, they only care about Rocky.

Rocky. Let's say I got all the force if the break up. He decided not to even care, so I got all the pain he didn't accept. He and Alexa better be happy. All I ever wanted was him to be was happy. . .

My blade is my bestfriend. I live off of cheezits and water, occasionally some fruit.

No one called or cared when my parents died. They were coming home from a date, and then they crashed into a drunk driver.

So I live alone. The phone never rings, and I don't use my iPhone unless someone calls. It's to depressing to see all of the things that I used to be. But, it's been silent for a year.

So that's why I was so shocked when it rang this morning.

I was so hesitant to answer it, especially because it was Rocky. But eventually I did. "Hello?"

A voice exhaled in relief. "Thank god you answered," Alexa. Of course she's calling from Rocky's phone.

"Look I know I was mean to you in the past, and I'm sorry. I was just jealous of how close you and Rocky were. But this is serious right now, and you can't tell anyone okay?"

I made a puzzled face at the urgency in her voice. "Okay?"

She took a deep, scared breath. "Rocky's been different. He's been drinking, way more then he should, and every five seconds he's trying to take my shirt off. He needs to be fixed."

"Why are you calling me then?"

"Because you're the only one that can fix him. I'll try with Ross and Riker, or if it's more comfortable you can tell them what to do or say but he needs you."

I was shocked by what she just said. Rocky needs me. He needs me.

"I'll try the Ross/Riker thing first, okay?" I could practically hear her jumping up and down with excitement.

"Thank you so much- I have to go Rocky's coming. I'll be by in an hour." She whispered and hung up as soon as the last word fell from her lips.

The first thing I did was take a shower. The house wasn't messy because I barely touched most of it. So basically, it was just my smell.

An hour flew by as I tried to find clean clothes. Note to self: use the washer. But finally, I found some. Of course, I put on a cardigan to hide my scars.

In no time, the doorbell rang.

I opened it and Alexa was there, behind her was Ross and Riker. "Hey! I hope you don't mind but I brought some friends." She smiled.

I stared at them for along time. I haven't seen either in so long, their faces look older, and their hair longer.

"Come in."