R5 Imagines

Rocky and Kayla: Part Two

Rocky's POV

Dude. I was so happy. Kayla was a pretty nifty chick. I fell in love with everything about her from her hilarious personality to her long curly blonde hair and green eyes. She wanted to hang out later and I was so totally stoked. I was so glad she asked me to sing for her. I don't think I'd be able to sit there and tell her how I feel about her with words. It would be a lot easier just to tell her through song.

"Yo! We're gonna race outside. Come with?" Ryland offered.

"Yeah but we gotta make it quick..."

"Oh cool but why? It's not like you have some kind of date."

"Actually, I kinda do."

"Aww..." Ryland smiled. Phew. Usually he makes fun of me but hey, he's not.

"ROCKY'S GOT A CRUSH! ROCKY'S GOT A CRUSH! ROCKY'S GOT A CRUSH!" Ryland screeched as we headed outside. I guess I spoke to soon.

"Ry. So help me, I will strangle you with my guitar strings."

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Sorry."

The rest of my siblings were all ready at the snowboarding course. 

"Okay. I'll say 'go'." Ross announced.

"Okay."

"You're going down, Bro."  Delly said standing beside me.

"Bring it, Sister."

"On your marks, get set, GO!!!"

I got a kickstart and sped down the course making sure to catch air like a billion times. I was literally mid-air when I caught a glimpse of a small child. She was standing with arms akimbo, making a face at me. I looked again when I landed. Oh gosh, that ain't no small child, that's Kayla. Crap. I'm so busted.

Kayla's POV

I didn't even have to say anything. Rocky guility shuffled over to me with his board under his arm.

"You said you couldn't snowboard." I said almost laughing.

"Yeah...." he messed with snow with his feet.

"You were lying weren't ya?"

"Yeah and I'm sorry for being dishonest but I liked hanging out with you so I pretended I couldn't board so that you'd stay with me."

"Aww. You're such a cute lil' loser aren't ya?"

"Umm...yeah...you are too." Rocky grinned.

"D'aww thanks, Dude."

"You're welcome, Dudette. Well I guess I could play that song for you now...."

"Okay but are you sure you'll be able to snowboard all the way back to your cabin?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't know if I'll make it." Rocky bit his lip, raising an eyebrow.

"Guess I'll have to come with you." I sighed in feigned annoyance.

"Ugh. Fine. If you must." "

"Ugh, you Cute Lil' Loser."

"Don't call me that." Rocky made a face.

"Sorry, Cute Lil' Loser."

"Call me that one more time...."

With that, we bickered all the way home.

BACK AT THE LYNCHES CABIN

I sipped on my hot chocolate and stared at the six people in front of me.

"So lemme get this straight; you're all in a band called R5 except for Ryland, who's a DJ, runs the whole thing?"

"Mhm. We've been a band for technically five years now." Riker answered.

"Do you hope to make it big or nah?"

"I dunno. Right now just jammin' out with the band and making music is where it's at." Rydel smiled. "And we have an album and two EPs on iTunes but that's no biggie." She giggled.

"Wait. Are you for real?"

"Yeah..." Ross smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're a band. She gets it. Can we play something now?" Rocky asked eagerly.

"Whoa. Chill. What should we play?" Ratliff chuckled. "What do you wanna hear, Kayla?

"Umm....Rocky was singing a song earlier..."

"Oh yeah. I was singing Fallin' For You."

"Oh I like it."

"Mmkay. I'll start from the beginning this time." Rocky chuckled.

They began the song and I found that everyone had such wonderful voices and some crazy talent. I tried not to stare at Rocky but that effort failed. He kept making faces at me and cracking up mid-song (much to Rydel's annoyance and Riker's amusement).

When they were done singing, Ry and I put our hot cocoa down and clapped and cheered obnoxiously.

THREE YEARS LATER

I put my one-year-old down and clapped and cheered obnoxiously with her.

"Ellie, clap for Daddy." I said. We were standing backstage at an R5.

"YAY!!! DADDY!!!!" Eleanor squealed.

Rocky and the rest of the band came back stage with their instruments. Rocky came right up to me and gave me a gross sweaty hug.

"Good job, Cute Lil' Loser." I gave him a kiss.

"Thank you, Cute Lil' Loser."