Coming Home •Ross Lynch• •Raura•

Rocky Relationships

Ross'POV

Laura pulled into my family's drive way and we sat in the car awhile.

"Are you sure they'd want to see my face?" I clipped Pocket's leash on and look towards Laura.

"Laur, they love you, maybe even more than their own children." She was about to say something else but she snapped her mouth shut. I feel like I'm walking into a war. I knock briefly after Laura scolded me saying its rude to ring doorbells.

Why the fuck do we have them then?

"Hey Alexia come right- oh, Ross? Didn't exspect you here." My mother's face drops at the sight of me. "And who's this little guy?" She kneeled down to pet him and surprisingly Pocket granted it.

"Uh, well I got back two days ago and, uh, I wanted to see you." I sound too damn formal. Pocket huffs as if saying:  Introduce me you little shit. "And this is Pocket the Corgi." A car door shuts behind us in the drive way turning our attention towards the new comer. I was Rocky and Alexia.

Shit.

"Oh Hi Ross!" Rocky gives me a fake smile and hugs me. I try my best to look happy because our mother would put our asses in a blender if she knew we were fighting.

"Do you want to stay for dinner."

"I don't think-"

"Yes we'd love to." Laura cut me off and smiled at me, silently telling me to shut up.

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"Why is your dog just sitting over there?" Alexia points at Pocket who is sitting with his head against the door.

"He just doesn't want to be here." I shrug my shoulders as I take another bite of the salad my mom served me.

"Does he want to go in the backyard?" Why are people so concerned? He's just chilling.

"No, he can't swim."

"What do you mean he can't swim? All dogs can swim." She's really getting on my nerves.

"He has a bad leg, I'm afraid that if it gets more screwed up in the water he'll drown."  Laura grabs my hand and squeezes it making my anger fade. I rub my thumb over her hand in thanks.

"So Ross you want to finish what we started?" Rocky asks as soon as mom walked out.

"I don't want to fight you Rocky." I can see Laura glaring at Rocky in the corner on my eye.

"Why? You think you're too good?" I release Laura's hand and stand abruptly from my seat almost knocking the chair back.

"No, I am fucking tired of your shit. I'm either too good or not good enough!" I ball my hands up at my sides, my anger is seeping through. Pocket comes waltzing over and plops down behind me. Well at least I know he has my back.

"Let's talk outside little brother." I slam the sliding door shut behind us before letting Pocket join us.

"Ross, we came out to California as a family, we played in a band as a family, you get a leading role on a show, you move out to New York, You want a solo career, you,you,you." He flails his hands around dramatically, making me roll my eyes.

"You're getting mad at me because of my career moves? Grow the fuck up! I was doing that to make some money to pay for-" I stop and look down at my feet.