I Wanna Believe - A Ross Lynch/R5 fan fiction

Prologue

Say what you mean…

Tell me I’m right…

And let the sun rain down on me.

Give me a sign…

I want to believe.

My eyes flutter open to the dim, gold sunlight filtering in through the cracks in my mini blinds. The guitar accompanied voice of Brendon Urie sings from my phone sitting under my dinosaur pillow pet on my bed and I feel around for my phone, my eyes still half-closed with sleep. At first thought I assume the sound is my alarm and quickly try to shut it up, but then logic comes into play and I realize it’s Saturday, and that’s definitely isn’t my alarm.

This could only mean one thing.

I rub my eyes and yawn before waking up enough to re-remember how to use my phone. As I read the screen a smile lights up my face

One unread message from: Ross Lynch

I sit there for a few moments, looking like an idiot as I stare at the screen of my HTC Rhyme. After what seems like an eternity but is actually only thirty seconds, I tap ‘open’.

Ross: good morning (:

My smile grows as I read the words. Even after a month of good morning texts, I still get butterflies when I see those words on the screen. I quickly type back a reply, reading over it again to make sure there are no mistakes.

Me: Good morning, Rock Star. How are you this morning?

Even when texting, I can’t help but make sure to use perfect grammar and punctuation; regardless of how unusual it is. It’s a quirk of mine, one I’m glad he doesn’t mind. In fact, there are many quirks of mine I’m glad he puts up with.

Surprisingly enough, Ross can be very sweet when he wants to be. And at first, I would have never guessed how sweet he really was, but time has showed me otherwise. True, he’s still that energetic, fun-loving adrenaline junkie I first met, but he’s always been the kind of person who when he puts his mind to something, dammit he does it 110%. Regardless of the distance between us, Ross has never failed to be there for me – always. Between our constant texting, tweeting, instagraming (that’s a word, right?), and weekly Skype ‘dates’, Ross has made sure we stay in touch. At least until I move down to L.A. in a few days.

But, contrary to popular belief, I swear we’re just friends.

I hear the song again and laugh to myself as I open his text. That song will always remind me of him.