The Boy With The Green Guitar (Rocky Lynch Fan-Fiction).

Chapter 4

Rocky's POV

Her folks seemed pretty nice, I told them I just had an argument and will be staying temporarily; I also offered to pay anything for staying, but they refused saying it will be fine. Caitlyn's house seemed quite nice, and quiet too; compared to my small home with many people living within it.
The room I was staying in was pretty big. Apart from the canvasses the walls were pretty much blank. It had a massive double bed, with large furniture to put my clothes in.

"Caitlyn, do you mind if you could take me to get some clothes?" I asked her.

"Sure Rocky, plus you can't live in those clothes forever." Caitlyn said.

I followed her out to her car, and got in.

"What places do you usually shop at?" Caitlyn asked.

"Practically anywhere, we used to shop in Hollister a few years back." I said.

"Was it a Lynch thing shopping in Hollister?" She asked.

"Pretty much." Is all I replied with.

We had a fun shopping trip, she made me try on lots of clothes; and had offered to pay for them. I may stay with them for free, whilst I still have money I may as well use it.

We decided to go in Starbucks to get drinks. I told Caitlyn I was buying for her, and there to be no excuses, she gave in and let me but for her. We both sat down, and started to drink on our drinks. I purposely kept on eye on the door, incase they would show up.
I was talking Caitlyn when a voice stuck out, it was Riker ordering a a load of drinks; I thought I was paranoid so I asked Caitlyn to be sure.

"To be sure I'm not paranoid, would you say that's Riker?" I asked her quietly.

She peered over at "Riker" and then brought her head back.

"I would say it is Rocky," she paused," what if he spots you? As you obviously don't want them to find you?"

"We should go." I said quickly. Caitlyn took my response quickly, and we picked our stuff up and left. As we were leaving I thought I saw Ross' head looking at me, which meant everyone was there; although I could've been mistaken...

Ross' POV

"Was that Rocky?" I asked my family.

"I don't think so Ross." Riker said doubtfully.

"He wouldn't be wearing such nice clothes." Rydel added.

"He looks like Rocky!" I added again.

I heard my mom talking about me to my dad. "My poor boy, he's missing his brother."

It had to be him.