You're My Music - A Riker Lynch FanFiction

Almost

I fell onto the wooden floor once again.

"Ugh!" I yelled hitting the flat, cold floor. Riker leaned down and offered me his hand.

"You almost had it." Riker tried to console. I sighed, rubbing the center of my lower back.

"No, not really." I grabbed his hand, and he boosted me back to my feet.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"Look, it's like this." He stepped out and started to do the choreographed movements correctly. We had been working on this dance for over an hour. The dance instructor gave us a short series of movements that we had to master in order to advance in the class. College was a lot different than I had expected, it's very stressful with Academic classes, dance classes, and dance team. I don't know how those teens have time to go party in those college movies you see. This class in particular was the hardest. I didn't fit in, most of the time I didn't even know what was going on. I rubbed my temples with my index finger.

"Do you get it?" Riker asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well I get it, I know how to do it, and I just...can't!"

"Yes, you can." He tried to reassure me.

"No, Riker, you don't get it, as much I try and try, I just can't do it." He looked at me apologetically.

"Let's take a break." I shook my head in agreement and walked over to the mirrored wall, where my water bottle sat. I picked it up and brought it to my mouth. The wet condensation of the bottle dripped onto my hand, while I was drank. I set the bottle down on the wet ring it left on the floor. I slumped down, sinking into the floor, I finally collapsed onto my back. Riker chuckled.

"Tired?" I nodded.

"Yea, tired of you." I taunted. Riker unzipped his bag, and pulled out a snickers, he threw it at me, shooting for my face. Reaching above my head, I caught it.

"Ri, eat a snickers, you're not you when you're hungry." He retorted. I always enjoyed our banters. He would ask how he looked, and I would reply with either "Fabulous as always" or "Like a bum, but what's new?" There was something about talking to him, which gave me a special sensation. No matter, what he said it always made me smile. Sometimes his words left me wondering if he was flirting.

"Do you always carry candy around with you?" I asked, looking up to see Riker slowly starting to make his way down to the floor where he sat.

"Always, just so I can make jokes like that." he winked. I propped myself up onto my elbows. I took the ponytail out of my hair and shook it, little pieces falling onto the ground. I loudly exhaled. I felt done. Ever since I arrived here I felt worse than everybody, like they all knew what was going on, but I didn't.

"Riker, when I was in Colorado, I thought I knew everything. Everybody always said how I was the best dancer, and I would do great things. I expected to come here and be better than everyone else just like at home." My tone dropped. "But, now that I'm here I realize I'm just a run of the mill, mediocre dancer that's worse than everybody." My forehead turned hot, my eyes started to water with tears forming on the surface of my eye.

"You're a great dancer, plus you're new to California, it might seem strange now but I promise-" I cut him off.

"I don't fit in here." I said in a raspy tone as a tear trickled down my cheek. My head bowed to the floor. Riker swiftly turned his body around and shuffled over to sit parallel to me. He brought his hand up to my face and wiped a tear away.

"Nobody does." His soft voice spoke. He was lightly sweaty, but you could still smell the satisfying scent of his cologne. His lips were soft and light, his eyes were burning with compassion. He was incredible, the way he could push away every thought I had with just a few words. When we were alone, nothing else seemed to matter, I didn't think of him as the cocky, player image he was set up as. When we were together, Riker was an amazing, compassionate person. His eyes searched my face, studying all the little details. I peered up to meet his gaze. I felt my body leaning in, his was too. Our faces were almost an inch away from each other. My face turned burning red, my heart started to beat rapidly. His head started to tilt. Adrenaline pulsed throughout my body. I softly closed my eyes. YO HO YO HO A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME. We both jumped. I quickly scooted back. He brought himself to his feet and stepped over to his black and blue backpack, which sat next to the wall. He reached in and dug out the phone that continued ringing. YO HO YO H-

"Hello." He answered. I watched as his expression faded to anguish.

"Stella I said-" His sentence trailed off. Oh, it was Estella, of course. She always knew when to show up at just the perfect moment. "What do you mean? I..." he voiced with annoyance apparent in his voice. "Well I said...." He sentences were trailing off, because they were getting cut off by her yelling. I could almost hear Estella's loud, angry voice through the phone. "LOOK, MY LIFE DOESN'T REVOLVE..." he started to yell. It delighted me every time he stood up to her. Whenever they were together, I never saw him smile. He never seemed truly happy with her. She was so controlling, she even impacted his career, making him almost miss practices. I was proud of him that he could finally stand up to her, but then he stopped. His voice trailed off. "I know we talked about it, but we were only thinking about it. You never actually said." He lowered his tone, his voice seemed more timid than angry now. He was backing down to her like always. "I'm sorry babe, look I'll talk to you later!" he voiced and ended the call. He let out a groan. I felt uncomfortable when the realization struck that she was so angry, because of me. She must have been mad at Riker for helping me today, instead of spending the day with her. I rolled my eyes.

"If you had plans today, you didn't have to cancel them." I uttered. He shook his head, running him fingers through his hair, the way he did when he was upset.

"We didn't have plans...That carnival we were going to, she said she didn't know if she wanted to go, so she would just let me know. Well she decided this morning, she wanted to go and when I told her I was busy, she wasn't too happy."

"So she expects you to keep your whole schedule open, while she decides what she wants to do?" I asked in disbelief. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. Let's get back to the dancing." He mumbled, trying to change the subject.

"We can call it a day, come on if you're hungry, I buy you a burger."

"Oh, Rian you're the best." He agreed as we gathered up our stuff. My face was still flushed from earlier, what had happened? Were we almost about to kiss? I couldn't get over the fact we actually almost kissed. We didn't...I mean he wouldn't have would he? He couldn't have real feelings for me. I didn't even know I had real feelings for him, something was there but it was so confusing. He was a player, he only "fooled around" with girls, according to Rocky. He also already had a girlfriend. I couldn't possibly be falling for somebody like that. But I came to the absurd realization: I was.