Partners In Crime (Ross Lynch/R5)

Chapter 3

"Run."

So I did. I ran through the crowd, to the left, and out the emergency exit. I found myself in an alley, and rain began to bucket down, matting my hair to my head. I ached to look for Ross, but his reminder rang in my mind so I ran down the wet alley across the street. I dodged cars and crouched behind Ross's car. Screams and shrieks came from the club, signaling that the bombs had went off. Where the hell was Ross? A hand landed on my shoulder and I screamed.

"Liz," Ross's voice soothed me. "When my siblings get out here, act normal. Just say that we were outside talking when we heard screams." I nodded and wiped hair from my eyes. His long, platinum hair was stuck to his face and I found my hand brushing it away.

"Liz, Ross!" The gang ran up to us, covered in paint. Rocky spoke again, "You should see the inside of that place!"

Riker cocked his head to one side, "Why aren't you guys at least dabbed with paint?"

"We were talking outside for a while then heard everyone scream. Liz though it was a shooter so she grabbed me and ran across the street." Ross explained and I nodded along.

"You guys are lucky! My new dress got ruined!" Rydel whined and I laughed a little.

"Let's get you guys home so you can get paint out of your ears." I smirked.

"Spread out the towel from the back so you don't get paint on my seats!" Ross warned and they did. The ride was tense, everyone was either covered in paint or soaking wet, and no one spoke. I filled the space by singing, which I was always doing. While they got showers, Ross and I talked over tea about stuff.

"You can keep a secret, right?" Ross asked.

I chuckled, "Of course. What's up?"

"I need your help, Liz." His time was serious. "I have a long list of people that I need to get even with and I want you to help me."

"But," He pressed that finger to my lips again.

"You are a prime piece in this. I really need your help. Plus, how cool will it be when your eighty and have your grandchildren on your lap and you get to tell them amazing adventures of how you committed crimes with Ross Lynch?" Ross babbled. I laughed and shrugged.

"Okay." Maybe this would help me get even closer to Ross in a way more than friends.

"Great," He smiled deliciously. "However you'll have to change your appearance." My expression fell. "Nothing like facial reconstruction. Just dying your hair, new makeup look, new clothes."

"And what about you, Mr. Superstar?" I scoffed.

"What about me?"

"Don't you think that it'll look sketchy if Ross Lynch tries to shoot someone?"

"Oh! I'm dying my hair, don't worry about me." He laid a hand on my shoulder. "What ever happens throughout this, don't get attached to me."

I raised an eyebrow, "You're my best friend. I already am."

"I know but, if something happens," I put my skinny finger to his lips.

"Don't talk like that, please." I pleaded and Ross stopped, leaving the sentence dead.

I just agreed to risk my life or my best friends life so he can get even on people. I've also agreed to change my personality completely. This should end well.

Ross laughed. "Oh! And you'll need a signature asset that'll make you known, yet unknown. Mine is my odd ways of commiting crimes."

"What would mine be?"

"Um," Ross and I thought for a long time. "I know this will sound really weird, but you have nice butt." I had to laugh. "and with all the dresses and body suits it'll be pretty obvious so that could be it."

"Okay," I suppressed giggles. "What else? Do I have to change my taste in music too?"

"Nah. That won't be required." Ross smirked at me and I laughed.

"This should be interesting."