Living Next To R5 (R5 Fanfic)

Pretty Brown Eyes

Riker P.O.V

We walked downstairs to noticed Cat and Rocky were gone. "Hey." I said to Rydel and Ratliff. Ross looked at Ashley then went outside. He was on the phone. "Babe.." He said leaving the kitchen.

"Who is he talking to?" I asked Ratliff. He looked at Ashley then at the ground. "Amy.." He answered. "Oh. I thought they werent a thing.." Ashley mumbled. "Wheres Cat?" I changed the subject. "Out for breakfast." "Ohh." Ashley walked to the cabinet and grabbed some cereal. You could tell she felt uneasy.

"So do you guys wanna hangout today?" I asked the group. "Sure." Rydel shrugged.

Rocky P.O.V

We arrived at the cafe. I just wanted to treat my girl to something nice. I felt bad she was always making the food for everyone when Mom wasn't home, no matter how much she enjoyed it.

I navigated to the V.I.P section (id prefer if fans or paprazzi didn't come up to us right now) and pulled the seat out for her to sit on then sat in my chair across from her. I pushed my seat closer to her and grabbed her hand. "Wait, did you already finish online school?" I asked. "Yup." She smiled and looked at the menu. "We need to get married soon then!" I said a little bit to loud-and-proud. She giggled. "Soon, I promise." And kissed my cheek.

Its been two months since tour, its now March, and the weather was getting nice again. And we go back on tour in July, so I wanted to do this ASAP, I know Riker wanted to marry Ash soon too. But I have to take into consideration that the girls are a couple years younger than us, and shouldnt get tied down so early.

I ordered some waffles and bacon and Cat ordered a bowl of carrots. The waiter gave her a crooked look. "Babe, its morning." I told her. "I know. I just want carrots. And some John Stamos Yogurt." "What?" What the hell is she talking about?

She sighed. "I dont care if its 'morning'. Im gonna eat what I want when I feel like it. I want a bowl of carrots and the yogurt that John Stamos always advertises." She looked at the waiter. I think the waiter actually understood what she was talking about because he smiled and took our menus. And that's what I love about her; she doesn't care what anyone thinks.

A few moments later our small proportions of food had arrived. I looked at her bowls and said "You're so weird." She smiled at me and scooped the whipped cream off of my waffles. She placed the cream on my nose and said "You're weird." And laughed.