AN/: Italics means the thoughts of the person whose point of view it is.

Chapter 01:

Ross' POV

He was comfortably bent over at the waist, elbows resting on his knees, bangs hung over his face, iPod in hand and his butt was plonked on a fairly decent bench in Paddington Underground. Among all the ongoing European touring, constantly with another member of the family or crew, it was nice to finally get a few moments of peace to himself. Needless to say he was more than happy to be left alone...

Unfortunately for Ross, whilst listening to a demo he'd been working on with Riker this past week, he was suddenly interrupted by a forceful harrumph. Moving his hands apart, for the first time, he noticed a pair of ratty, old converse. Attached to them were two teasingly toned legs, hidden from sight by a pair of black, faded, ripped jeans. What the...? Having eventually decided to look up to see who dared disrupt the first second of actually calm he'd manage to achieve in months, he was stunned to say the least. His jaw hung slack at the beautiful sight before him and his mouth couldn't quite seem to form words. Dude! Get it together!

"Um...can I help you?" He eventually managed, eyebrow raised.

"Finally! Do you know how long I've been standing here?!" She's American? Small world.

It appeared as though he'd zoned out, because once he focused in on what the pretty brunette was actually saying again she seemed to be expecting an answer.

"Sorry?" He said in confusion.

"Your bag...can you please move it so I can sit down? My feet are killing me." All other seats were taken.

"Oh. Yeah, sure..." The blonde nineteen year old went to move his rucksack from the seat next to him, unsuccessfully trying to hide a light blush that spread its way across his sun-kissed cheeks. "Sorry about that." He apologised as the stranger dropped herself in the space beside him with a heavy and apparently long overdue sigh.

"It's fine." The girl smiled. "Everyone has the right to zone out once in a while." He smiled back.

"Feel better?" He found the words leaving his lips before he even had the chance to process them. Apparently his subconscious willed for him to carry on this conversation as much as the alert part of his brain did too.

"Yeah thanks...I've been running errands all day...and I mean all day. Since around six this morning and what is it now...four? ...five?"

"Six , actually." He supplied.

"Oh, Jesus." She let out an exasperated laugh. He thought she had a wonderful laugh, it made him want to smile. What the hell has gotten into me?

"Um...what kind of errands?" He swallowed, dampening his all-of-a-sudden dry throat.

"Oh, just some stuff for my dad, nothing too exciting really." Noticing the iPod in his hand, she changed the subject. "What were you listening to?" She asked, nodding to the object in the stranger's hand.

"Ah...it's nothing too exciting either." He smiled. "It's just a really rough and I mean like really rough version of this song I've been working on with my brother."

"That's cool. Do you mind?" The girl gestured to the dangling headphones. He shook his mop of golden hair and went to give them to her. He blushed once again as her delicate fingers, tipped with black nail polish, grazed lightly across the rough hands of the musician to take them from him. Her fingers lingered longer than was strictly necessary.

After a few moments of silence he couldn't bare it any longer.

"Ok that's enough." He grinned, reaching among her wavy tresses to snatch the plastic from her ears.

"Hey!"

"Sorry. Time's up, princess." He continued to smile. Princess? Where the heck did that come from?! "It's not done yet and like I said it's a really really rough work-in-pro..."

"It's amazing." She interrupted.

He wasn't expecting that. I didn't expect to meet her.

"You like it?" He asked hopefully.

"I really do." She smiled. "I loved what you did with that riff in the middle section...I think I could benefit from having a slower tempo but...I love it."

And he certainly did not expect that. Who is this girl?

"Riff?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah...you know like a guitar ri..."

"Yes. Yeah I know." He was grinning now. "So you like music?" She laughed.

"Who doesn't?" She enthused.

"Come on...you know what I mean." This girl was becoming more and more interesting to him every extra second she spoke.

"..."

For an instant there was a moment where he just felt as though he could have fallen right into the dark brown caverns that were her eyes; they were surrounded by streaks of smoky eyeliner. She's gorgeous.

"Fine." She gave. "It's sort of my dad's line of work and I picked up a thing or two over the years." She spoke modestly.

"No way."

"Way." She mimicked teasingly.

"What does he do?" Just then a train rolled into the station, his question forgotten.

"Ah...crap. I gotta go." She said standing on sore feet and making her way to the edge of the platform to wait for the train to stop. What! Already?! "Where are you headed?" She asked turning to the ridiculously attractive boy who now, no longer seated, towered over her small frame.

"Umm...I have no idea." He half laughed. "Honestly I just needed some down time from the rest of my hectic life."

All of a sudden she had this marvellous smile plastered on her flawless face.

"Well in that case...come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the Tube just before the doors sealed shut and it left the platform.

"Um...ok-ay?!" He couldn't help but smile as she still had a firm hold on his hand. "What's going o...?"

"What's your name?" She questioned abruptly. Good point, princess.

"What's yours?"

They laughed, feeling giddy. Both were stood upright, grasping one of the vertical poles that ran the height of the car, still holding onto the other with their free hand.

"My name is Laura." She revealed. "Laura Marano." He smiled at her once again before telling her his own.

"Ross Lynch." He said.

"Well, Ross Lynch," His name rolled off the tip of her tongue with such ease. "I'm taking you home for dinner..." She grinned.

Wait, what? Despite his disbelief that this was actually happening, he couldn't deny that the uncomfortably feeling in his chest, the one that began at the thought of never seeing this girl...seeing Laura again, began to fade.

"Cool." He answered.

AN/: Well guys and gals, this was the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it...I have no idea where this plot bunny came from, just that it was hopping about my head and wanted out. Please #Review and tell me what you all thought. I'm sure there is much more to come...