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#40 - Ross Lynch

"Death is so depressing." I touched the wooden bench I was sat on, feeling the cracks with my fingertips. "I don't see why everybody would be so upset if someone died. Like, sure, you'll never see them again, but you'll have memories."

"Different people cope different ways, I deduce." Ross said. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." I snapped. "I'm not going to lose my shit because my Mother died, unlike what everybody else expects."

He looked at me. "I didn't think you would. You're strong."

"Thanks." I sighed.

It was like I was incapable of feeling sadness for my Mother's passing; it angered me more than anything. That she would just leave us so suddenly.

It's a week today, and her funeral has just came to an end. I sat with my boyfriend at a nearby bench, away from the cloud of mourning people surrounding the rest of my family.

"When I was younger, I thought the world was absolutely gorgeous and I had this hunger for travelling when I got older. But slowly, that faded as I came to the conclusion that everything is either fake or dying." I said.

"What did that help you realise?"

"I want to get away. Like, right now." I turned to him and he started to laugh. "I'm not joking, like, I have never left California in my 19 years alive; I want to travel, now."

"So you expect your family to drop everything to take you travelling?"

"You. I want you to come with me." I smiled.

"So you want me to drop everything and run away with you?" His eyebrow arched.

"Perhaps." I shrugged.

He looked around the cemetery, his eyes flicking from the trees to the graves, and finally to me. "Let's do it."

"You're kidding me-"

"No." He sat up. "We can go set up a route tomorrow and leave at sunrise tomorrow morning. Why not take a spontaneous trip?"

I squealed- something I rarely did - and pulled him into a hug. "I love you, did you know that?"

"I love you too." He smiled. "Now, plan of action - get out of here."

I yanked him up and we walked over to my Dad and sister. Maddie was no longer crying, she was just by my Dad's side. He looked at us, a faint smile on his face.

"Um, Dad, I don't feel too well so may I go home, please? Ross volunteered to drive me."

"I have to pick my sister up so I'll do it on the way too." He added.

"Course you can, sweetheart. Maddie, do you want to go with her?"

"No, I'll stay." She said monotonously. I poked her cheek, and a smile took over her face.

"See you guys later." I waved them away, and once we were out of sight, we raced to Ross' jeep.

It stunned me how my Dad's outlook on Ross changed in just two months. When I first started to date him, there would be daily arguments as to why the hell I chose to be with him. He got a bad vibe from the lip ring and tattoo sleeves he had, but once they properly got to know each other (and found a common love for something besides me), Dad began to like Ross - maybe more than me.

We met in a strange way; I won't go into much detail but one of us was basically naked.

"I never liked this dress." I opened my wardrobe, pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt. I laid them out on the space beside Ross (who took over my bed) and proceeded to taking off the dress I was wearing. Once changed, I caught him off guard by jumping on his back.

"Ah- okay." He chuckled. "Are we doing this your way or my way?"

"SQUAAAD." I yelped in a Fetty-Wap-ish style and he laughed. "BABY WONT YOU COME MY WAAAAAAYYYY?"

"I would if I could move." I rolled off him and grabbed my laptop from my night stand.

"Right, road trip routes; that was a mouthful."

"That's what she said."

I glared at him and he produced a high pitched giggle which instantly set me off. "Honestly, I don't know how people think you're tough- you're like a puppy!"

"I know I am." He stretched and put his arm around me. "What have we got?"

We spent a whole hour making a list of things to bring, planning routes, estimating how long we would be away from home and emergency plans.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this!"

"Me too." He kissed me quickly.

"Abbie we're home!" Dad shouted from downstairs. "We got your favourite."

"Oh my shit." Ross shot up. "I'll text you when I get home, yeah. 6am tomorrow sharpish, please."

"Yes, of course." I kissed him again before he made his way out of my window. It was a small jump from the wall that separates our garden from the neighbours and then another 6ft to the ground.

Once he landed, he gave me a wave and was off. I chuckled.

These next few weeks are going to be amazing.

I actually love this idea - try to guess which R5 song inspired this 😏