Ross' POV*
I walked a knowing route home which seemed like a fouls idea because it was taking forever. My feet were starting to ache but my mind was way too distracted to register what other things I was feeling. All the things that happened today wouldn't leave my head. Along with this catchy song that I remember hearing once coming from Rocky's room.
'...I wish I could make it easy, easy to love me, love me, but still I reach, to find a way, I'm stuck here in between, I'm looking for the right words to say, I'm slowly drifting, drifting away, wave after wave, wave after wave...'
I shock my head. The song, the lyrics even, were a bit too convenient and patronizing for one day.
Adding to that, my head hurt- probably because I think too much or... don't think at all- but to hell with it! Nothing mattered right now- did I even matter?
My frown deepened, all I could think about was Shennika who must really hate me right now, oh and then there was Bethany. I rolled my eyes at the mere thought of her. Crossing the quiet road, I stepped up onto the pavement and like a rush I suddenly felt restricted. I stopped to consider the question that constantly occurred in my busy brain: was she really going to take Shennika with her back to England?
Being me I wasn't completely worried, but then judging by the look Shennika gave me earlier, the memory alone just pained me further. How could I of been so stupid! Ah! I ruffled my hair in frustration before hanging my head back, peering up at the dark sky- what!? couldn't there at least be stars tonight?
The corner of my lips twitched as I pulled my hand down my face. she opened up to me and trust was definitely there, now I've just gone and wrecked that. After everything she been through here, I just wanted her to feel safe with me and yet again all I've done is make her feel the opposite.
Sighing, I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind to instead focus on getting home safely. I came off the road recognising the turning I needed to take. I gave one quick glance of the area, entered and walked faster across the field, looking back at the silhouette trees nervously. There was a ruffling sound that seemed to be getting closer; I gulped taking another glance its way, discovering nothing more then swaying tree branches under the night breeze.
There was sweat at the back of my neck as I jogged off the field, moving quickly through a section of thin oak. I breathed hard through my parted lips feeling my body getting heavier as I grudgingly picked up the speed. I slowed down to a stop when I reached a small bridge. I grabbed hold of the bar, briefly looking down at the stream and took this as an opportunity to catch my breath.
I pressed against the wooden bar and peered down at the noisy water below. Then closed my eyes and allowed the cool air from the stream to relieve my skin. I ran a hand through my rooted damp hair, as the cool air took off some heat from my reddened cheeks.
It only really took a moment before my panting slowed to an almost steady state- at this I rose to my feet to carry on walking the rest home.
I pushed my weight off the bar and without looking where I was going my tall frame collided heatedly with a girl who was just a few inches shorter than me. Her smooth hair brushed my arm as we both bumped each other. Naturally I grabbed her arm preventing her from falling over, "hey, I'm so sorry are you ok?" my voice sounded groggy from not speaking for a while since the abusive overuse that my voice had undertook earlier.
I jerked back in confusion as she hotly slapped my hand away and fought completely out of my hold. Standing there, she shot me a flustered yet annoyed look under the amber light of the lonely street lamp further back. I stared at her face for a brief moment until it registered in my head who she was.

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In Your Dreams
Fanfiction(This Story only references songs from their 1st album and the story is set around that time too.) British teens: Shennika, Bethany and Shanell love pop rock family band R5. Join the girls as they live the dream that is both cliché and unpredictable...