Wishin' On A Comet

Chapter One

There's this comet, it only come once every thousand years, You can wish on it, too. Everyone says your wish would actually come true, because, well wishing on dead stars really hasn't worked for me. So there I was, standing out on my deck, a blanket hanging loosely on my shoulders, My dad and I watching the sky at 3 in the morning. It started to pass, going slower than a shooting star, but still incredibly fast, I shut my eyes, clasped my hands together and wished incredibly hard.

Please comet, I feel like there's no one in this world for me, please show me,show me...that i'm made for someone, that true love does exists. Please.

Ross's Point of View

I stared up at the comet, blazing threw the night sky, my siblings went wild, pointing at it. "There it is!" Rocky cried. "Make a wish!" Rydel chirped. I closed my eyes, and held my breath.

Please, I don't think I can wait any longer, please give me proof that my true love is out there, any sign at all. Please.

Lena's Point of View.

I woke up the next day, nothing seemed to change but a soft buzzing in my ear, which is probably from staying up to late. But I couldn't help but feel a strong anticipation that I might meet the love of my life today. As cheesy as it seems, and as naive as it seems, I do want to meet him, whoever it may be, but its not like we'd get married right away. No, we'll probably stay friends, until we're older. I just....I want to know hes out there, the one for me.

I woke up pretty late, being a Sunday and all, my parents were probably out running errands, my little brother, Nathan was no doubt already playing video games, My older sister, well who knows what shes doing, Nickee was in college. And my identical twin, well she was no doubt sleeping. Just like she sleeped through the comet last night. Lisa was known in our family as the sleeping queen. I'm pretty sure she could sleep an entire day if our parents let her. But, anyway, I did what i'd normally do alone, I ate some brunch, and got started on my chores, I picked up my room and i had to vacuum it as well. I started vacuuming the tan carpet and then went straight into singing some of my choir songs, going deep into my Alto voice and bellowing some harmonize. If there was anything i was proud of it would be my voice. But of course, I'm to nervous to ever let anyone hear it. So, i normally sing when i'm in the shower were theres so much noise no one could really tell if its bad or not.

Ross's point of View

My mom woke me up with her vacuuming, but something else too, she was singing. Well, its not unusual at all, but her voice, sounded completely different, it was powerful; and beautiful and pure, a little on the new side, I suppose, but with more practice, my mom could be famous. I swung open the door, my mom was in the hall the red vacuum mowing the carpet, but her mouth wasn't open. The music was still going though, she must be listening to something. "Mom who is this artist?" I shouted at her over the loud jumble of noise. she turned off the vacuum, and the music stopped, too. "What?" my mom questioned me. "Who was singing?" she gave me a mix of puzzlement and concern. "No one, sweetie, are you alright."

Lena's P.O.V

"Who was singing?" echoed in my head as I shut off the vacuum. I stuck my finger in my ear and twisted it around, it didn't sound like my brother. but it defiantly sounded familiar. I was about to shrug it off as lack of sleep, and the distortion of the vacuum noise, when I heard the voice again. "Yeah, I'm fine mom, I must be tired." My eyes swung wide open in shock, I definitely heard something. God it sounds like the person is in my room. "What?" I said out loud.

Ross's P.O.V

"What?" sang around in my head, as my mom was about to turn on the vacuum again. "What?" I asked. My mom looked at me again "I didn't say anything, maybe you have a fever." I shook my head. "I'm fine." I walked to the other side of the hall into the bathroom. Shutting the door and locking it.

"Oh, Okay who said that." buzzed in my ear, in some girls voice I couldn't recognize, she sounded like she was in the bathroom with me. I gasped, "Who's there!" I nearly hollered, thankful my mom had the vacuum on again. Then I heard a scream ring in my ear, it didn't sound anything like happy fangirl screams I normally hear, but terrified. "Oh my God whats happening!" I shrieked back. "I can't be going crazy!" it echoed back. "I'm to young!" I rubbed my face, "Alright, who's ever in this room with me, better come out right now!" I growled. The girl voice stopped for a bit, "Excuse me, this is my room!" she exclaimed, but then whispered, "Oh, my God I finally cracked." I rubbed my temple, okay, i'm talking to a ghost. Terrific. The voice didn't respond, so it can't read my mind, but whenever I talk out loud, it answers. I took a deep breath, "What do you mean, your room ghost girl? this is my families bathroom!" "Bathroom!" It shouted back, she just started laughing her head off, "I can't believe this is happening, the voice in my head must be stupid because this is my bedroom!" I squinted my eyes. "Alright, alright, who are you? Because going crazy doesn't really look good for my career." I heard her snort, "Well I got an egotistical voice, because this doesn't look good for my future at all!" I let out a groan, "Okay, seriously who are?" she cleared her throat, "Lena, Lena Paterson." I rolled my eyes, I can't believe i'm doing this. "Hi, Lena, I'm Ross Lynch, can you please tell me what you're doing in my head?" she huffed back, "Well I'd like to ask you the same question!" she paused, "Wait did you say Ross Lynch?"

Lena's P.O.V

Oh, this is rich, Ross lynch, huh, I never realized I was so obsessed with him that my head replicated this voice after him. I mean, I like him, certainly, yes, but. Okay, I can't even think, I rubbed my head. "Ross lynch, huh?" I said allowed, "That boy from Disney channel, We'll it seems i've officially gone crazy, I'm talking to Ross Lynch!" He let out a deep sigh, "No, It really is me, Don't say your crazy or I would have to think that i'm crazy!" I rolled my eyes, "Prove it, tweet the word...Pancakes, so i know its the real you." He laughed, and was silent for a while, then I heard that little blip coming from my laptop, to notify new tweets. Under Ross Lynch, with the official check mark, was the word Pancakes.