A cliché lovestory (Riker Lynch one shot)

He grabbed my wrist. "Amy, please. Don't leave" he said, pulling me against him. I pushed him away, and frowned. "Don't tell me what to do. The time when you could do that is long gone," I said, looking straight at him. "But I love you," he said, almost crying. I took a little moment to take in what he had just said. But it didn't change much. "Are you expecting me to tell you I love you back? Are you expecting me to give up all my dreams and ambitions just because you love me? Are you expecting this to be like one of those cliché lovestories you like to watch? Well it won't!" I practically spit in his face. He didn't answer.

I turned away again, but this time he grabbed me by my waist, and pulled me so I was pressed up against him. "But I can fix it, I promise! Everything will be like it was!" he said, and I could see the hope in his eyes. It almost broke my heart to say the next words, but I had to do it. "No you can't. Nothing can ever be like it was. You ruined that," I said, and pushed him away again. He didn't answer. I turned around, and said "And Riker, don't bother calling, texting or contact me in any way. It would just hurt us both,".

I could perfectly picture the painful and hurt expression on his beautiful face, even though I didn't see it. That beautiful face I hated so much right now.

One little moment I actually thought about just staying. But that was just a moment. I didn't look back at him, but just went into the plane.

I should maybe tell what actually happened, I guess you're kinda confused now. Maybe you're thinking "Why are you leaving Riker Lynch? Whatever he's done, it can't be so bad that you want to leave him!". But that's wrong.

Maybe not everybody would think it's that bad. But I do. And I have my reasons.

Let's start at the beginning;

I met Riker at the playground in the park when we were 4. It was a really hot summerday, and my mom and I had just moved to Littledon, in Colorado. My parents had just divorced, and my dad lived in Los Angeles, California. I was so sad, but I didn't really understand everything. The only thing I knew was that mom and dad wasn't going to live together anymore. And I wasn't going to live with dad anymore. But enough about that.

My mom talked to an old lady on a bench, so I went to sit on one of the swings. I was very short, so my legs didn't touch the ground when I sat on it. So I couldn't move the swing.

Suddenly someone behind me said "Hi, do you want me to push the swing for you?". I turned around, and saw a blonde boy with big hazel eyes looking at me.

I didn't really talk much, and I was very shy, so I just nodded, and smiled a little. He started pushing it, and said "I'm Riker. What's your name?". I didn't answer, cause I didn't like to talk. He stopped the swing, and came around it to face me. "Can't you talk?" he asked, staring at me with his big eyes. "Riker, don't talk to the sweet girl like that. It was rude," a blonde woman said to him, which was his mother. She walked towards us, and asked me "Hello sweetheart, what is your name?". "Amy," I answered quietly, and jumped off the swing. "Hi Amy, do you want to be my friend?" Riker asked, and his mom laughed a bit. I nodded. He was my first friend.

We played together the whole day, and in the end we were so exhausted by running around that we just layed down in the grass, watching the sky. "You don't talk much, do you?" he asked, and I shook my head. "But you do," I giggled, cause he had been talking non stop all day. "Yeah," he said, and that made me laugh even more.

The next day mom had to work. So my nanny were watching me. I made her take me to the park, to play with Riker.

That went on for several days, before I went with him home. Some days I were at his house, and some days we were at my house.