Through M-Trains & Polaroid Games (A Rydellington Oneshot)

Through M-Trains & Polaroid Games

The beautiful Rydel Mary Lynch is TWENTY ONEEEEEEEEEE. This is in honor of the beauty queen in R5 that's- let's face it- always been our favorite member. From Never to Love Me Like That, 1993-2014. P.S. I changed my twitter too: it's @rydelslovato! #drunkforrydel

It's about 11.19pm on Saturday August 9th, LA time.

It's about 11.19pm on Saturday August 9th, and three female bodies appear to be squished together by the right sides of their hips, grinning sillily until their jaws are about to crack.

Cracked, in it's past tense is a adjective that also fits well into this picture, none other than Stormie Lynch sweeping up the broken glass bottle that remains on the floor in the birthday girl's absence.

It's 11.19pm L.A. time, and a certain shaggy-haired drummer is looking for his girlfriend. He's got a Vodka in his left hand, and is talking on his phone that leans hesitantly tilted between his shoulder and ear. Apparently John from the Mobile company doesn't like commentaries on house parties.

There is nothing but splitting music, red cups and empty packets of Polaroid film that surround the once-visible family kitchen area.

Head slightly less fuzzy, Ellington grasps some of the remainders of the outtakes. He'd never admit it of course, but he'd always secretly steal at least one from his girlfriend's pile. They were usually, almost always, the ones that Rydel hated. 'My eyes are half-shut', or, 'My hair's worn out'- she would always say. Scanning his eyes upon the small pile for a second image, he sees a sight that makes him both tremble in his boots from fear and uproar in laughter.

"E-El-Ellington!!!" Rydel sung, hiccuping in the process. Then, she started bursting out in giggles, snaking her arms around the top of his neck. She almost fell backwards then and there, Alexa sticking the side of her shin out to protect her; she wasn't in heels, but just clumsy. Extremely clumsy.

"You are so super dooper silly, my love." Del stated. "You know that that picture is us kissing..." She finished. Ratliff took a closer glance, gazing at the picture thst beautifully showcased a kissing selfie of the couple, necks stretched and faces squeezed. She did have a point with that; it was a personal picture but something they definitely had to take that night.

"We can't post that picture, remember?" She asked. "Not on Instagram, not on Facebook, not on anything; it's our tiny little baby secret..." Rydel dawned. "Shhh..." The girl added, putting his fore finger to her lips happily. "It's even more secret than our secret handshake!" She exclaimed.

"OK miss Birthday Girrrrrl!" Ell smiled, cheekily. "But I can't spend all night without you. I haven't been able to get enough of you since we missed the 'ask anything' today..." The older boy reminisced.

"I have to tell you Ellington Lee, that moment was the best present and experience of my life. And I'm so glad I got to share that with you." Del commented, sobering up a little, kissing him. But she wanted to make him feel special, too- so grabbing her polaroid, she took more selfies with him absentmindedly, not always focusing what was purely on there; just simply laughing, goofing off and cooing at them as usual. She then piled them with the others, collaging them, digitally shotting them on her phone before dancing with Alexa crazily again. The white squares looked so pretty against the Lynch family table; she savoured it before they'd get jumbled, out of the order.

"Rike!" Rocky yelled, half tipsy. Riker quickly and lazily glided in, explaining something about rum. "RyRy would like this too, where is he?" The brunette asked.

"Probably making out with Sav" Ell guessed, coming forward to join them. Turning the giant computer chairs, the 3 boys peeked over near the diving boards, where the two were smiling, frontal cuddling, and in fact making out.

"Anyways, we have to move the speakers and plug them into here! There's this new song on Vevo, and I couldn't believe who it was when I saw who sung it." Rocky explained.

Distinguishing a few bits and pieces of the song details, he finally pressed play. Ellington stared at the brightly-colored video, eyes boring into the screen when the face hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Ohmygod. Um, yeah- THAT'S M-TRAIN!" Ellington yelled excitedly. The young girl was well known to the pop/rock band, responsible for co-writing a majority of the songs for LOUDER.

"I've gotta show Rydel this. We can dance our little booties off." Ratliff left. "Rydel?" He then asked, walking around the curves of the kitchen bench.

He then crouched down to a sad thing to see; his best friend, his girlfriend and band member tearlessly upset at herself; on her 21st Birthday.

"Babe, babe, babe..." He started. "I know you're not bawling, but, what happened? Why are you on Facebook for?"

"I accidentally posted it..." she dwelled. "The polaroid of us, it wasn't straight out but the corner of it was peeking out from behind your phone one". Rydel explained.

"I'm just tired of having to be so cautious, y'know?" She questioned.

"Like, we're so happy that we want to keep everything private, but it's really hard to be careful sometimes." Del finishes.

"It's OK to think that, Delly..." Ratliff starts. But I think we shouldn't give it 2 thoughts" Ell concludes. "Didn't you just hear me and the biys and our amazing off key singing?" "I don't wanna quote, but, the fans do love us; and Rydellington are so 'workin' that photoshop' babe..." Ratliff jokes, smiling at the gorgeous beauty in front of him and placing his chin on the top of her head.

Delly then laughs, just like the Vine video when the boys tried to make her laugh, putting the camera straight in her eyes.

"There we go! I missed that laugh so much." Ell expressed.

Rydel giggled at her boyfriend. "It's only been half an hour, but it's no secret that we're sobered up again". She brings up.

"Well if all secret's out now... all we need to do that's left is our shimmy shimmy handshake..." Ellington guessed.

"Let's make an announcement on the table!" Rydel suggested, half-jokingly.

"Shall we, miss 21?" Ratliff posed, grabbing her hand.

"We shall!" Rydel hurrahed, as in character and laughing as he was.

Then they were laughing as hard as each other, by the other shots Rydel was pounded with at midnight.

Then, as quietly as they could; they went back to bed into her room after the partying atmosphere had died down a little, so they could create their own polaroid worthy moment.

Except maybe with no photos.

They wouldn't want them, anyway- all the band's heads will be pounding by 11.19 L.A. time.

AM, the next morning.