Riker's POV

"HOW COULD YOU?"

They'd been going at it for hours.

"I NEVER DID ANYTHING"

Jab after jab.

"WELL THAT PICTURE SAID SOMETHING DIFFERENT"

It was like I could hear their hearts breaking.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU EVER LISTEN TO THE TABLOIDS!?"

This was new to them they were the "it" couple, always in the honey moon stage, they never fought or even yelled at each other. That's why this is bad.

Something smashed overhead and it sounded like it was made of glass.

This is Very bad.

"FINE"

"FINE"

I jumped as the door slammed and a slightly pale Laura came down from Ross' room with tear stained cheeks and eyes filled with fiery anger. She stormed past me and marched out the door.

Another slam.

I love my brother, I really do but sometimes he's an idiot.

An idiot that just lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

They had been dating for over 3 years now and they never fought, and I mean never.

They had disagreements but it would always be resolved as quick as it came.

I looked around at Ellington, Rydel and Ryland who were also standing in the living room with me and had witnessed the fight, each had an indescribable emotion on their face that I could only guess was worry.

Laura and Ross needed each other, whether they admitted it or not they were Ross and Laura not Ross Lynch and Laura Marano.

They were best friends.

They have been for over five years before he finally plucked up the courage and asked her out.

I sighed and rose from my seat on the white plush couch and strode across the room toward the stairs. I could feel the eyes of my siblings and Ellington on me but I kept walking until I reached Ross' door.

I flinched slightly at the crashing noises coming from the other side of the door.

He always did this. I guess it was a way of coping for him. Maybe he thought if his heart wasn't whole nothing else could be.

"Ross?" I called as I tapped on the door and he gave a grunt in acceptance or at least I think it was acceptance, I was coming in either way.

I shut the door behind me and sat on his bed looking around the trashed room.

Papers. Pencils. Pictures. Notes. Strewn across the floor with obvious force.

What broke me the most was a the picture laying in the middle of the room under bits of smashed glass and a broken black frame.

I remember when that picture was taken.

The first day they met.

Ross was looking down at Laura and she was looking up at him, his arms around her waist and hers around his torso.

The were beaming yet nothing else mattered in the picture except the love in their eyes.

They were magnetic.

Nothing could pull them apart.

Ross' sigh of agony pulled me out of my trance like state as he dropped down on he bed beside me.

"Why is it so hard Riker?"

"Welcome to life baby bro"

He only rolled his eyes at my response.

"Why do I even try anymore. Everything I've ever done has hurt someone I care about"

I don't have an answer to this so I let him continue.

"I try so hard to do things right and it always goes wrong. Why is it that something always has to ruin everything for me. I've worked all my life to get recognized and to be where I am today yet I have to hide my face when I walk around! Why can't they leave me alone? I swear I didn't say that! I didn't even mean to hurt Laura!"

He was almost in tears by the end of his revelation. Again I had no answer to this so I gave him the second best thing beside advice, a hug. He immediately hugged me back and I could feel his warm tears on my shoulder.

"I don't know what to say, I'm not going to lie and say I do. I love you Ross I really do but sometimes your a bit dull. You can't lose her like this, you guys are peanut butter and jelly, light and dark, girls and hair products, Rocky and Macaroni! I just don't think you should drop everything you guys had over this disagreement."

After a few minutes I let Ross go only to see him in deep thought. Knowing that this was a sign telling me to leave him be with his head I walked out of the room silently.

I know from past experiences not to disturb Ross when he thinks.

He is a really deep thinker he usually ponders to himself for at least a week, writes two or more hit songs and comes to a conclusion which is why exactly 8 days later I was seriously worried about him.

He hadn't moved from his room at all.

I, being the nice brother I truly am, checked in on him regularly and brought food in and out of his room, each time the plate never lessening in food from when it was brought in.

He simply curls himself under the green blanket that usually sits drapped across his bed, leaving his un-touched guitar in the corner of his room with his equally touched song book and pen.

Sometimes when everything is quiet you can hear soft crying coming from his room.

Enough is enough.

I can't stand to see him this way.

It physically hurts to be here and not be able to do anything to help whatsoever.

Stalking up to his room I pull open the door and I yank the covers off of him with as much force as I can and march over to his window, my feet making soft thuds across the wooden floor boards giving me reassurance that he can hear my presence.

Reaching the window I draw open the pale red curtains and wince slightly as my eyes adjust from the darkens of the room to the brightness of outside as I hear Ross groan and try to curl up in a ball.

The sky seemed to match his mood very well.

Grey clouds rolled over the once blue sky sending a signal to everybody that it was going to rain.

"Get up or I will drag you off your bed"

I only got a cold grunt in response leading me to grab his leg and proceed to grab his foot and tug him off the mattress.

With a ungracefully loud thud he landed on the floor looking up at me with an angry glare.

"Hey, I warned you" I said raising my hands up as a motion of innocence "Now get in the shower you smell like Rocky's failed attempt to clean the hamster cage last year."

Picking himself up off of the floor he dragged himself toward the bathroom muttering words that sounded oddly like curses under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Showered and dressed he sluggishly walks into the kitchen with a grim look cast across his face.

The shower may have washed away the dry tears but fresh ones were clearly ready to fall if you looked long enough.

"Lucky Charms?" I say holding up the box with a hopeful look.

He only gives a slight jerk of the head giving me the impression that it meant a yes.

"Here" I say as I slide the bowl across the bench toward where he is sitting.

He gives me a half smile and slowly starts to spoon the cereal into his moth chewing just as slowly.

I heard The door close and loud voices in the hallway.

I looked at Ross silently asking if he wanted to leave the kitchen but he hand't looked up from his bowl the moment I set it down.

Rydel was the first to walk into the room and stop abruptly (followed by Rocky, Ryland and Ellington) clearly spotting Ross out of his room and staring down at his food and swirling it with his spoon.

"Hey Ross" She said softly but sounded very uncertain, as if not knowing whether it was okay to greet him, the others hand't quite worn off their shock and were still just standing in the doorway watching him intently.

Ross didn't answer, not that she'd expected him to, but rose to but his dish in the sink and slide past the boys and out the front door.

I shook my head as I saw Rydel start to open her mouth.

I did not need to explain anything.

He was heart broken.

Ross' POV

I was suffocating.

All those eyes watching me trying to make me speak.

I couldn't do it so I left.

I need time.

It's warm out but it looks like it's going to rain any minute now.

I walk until I find a park bench and sit down pulling my hood up on my shirt.

I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

What makes life worth living is waking up and finding that one person that makes me happier than anything else in the world, dare I say music, is right beside me every step of the way making my heart feel whole.

What happened to the good guy always wins?

To the world she is just a person but to me she is the world.

I get up and start to walk down the path leading out onto the busy street and try to clear my head.

People bumping my shoulders and pushing me aside. Maybe I should have just walked in the park I think as I turn my head to look back toward there.

A split second didn't seem long enough for me to notice that no one was bumping into me anymore, in fact I don't even think I was standing up. My first instinct was that I had bumped into a wall but a wall doesn't mumble apologies (Trust me I've had experience in that field).

Buildings don't scream or wrap their arms around you and skyscrapers definitely don't feel like a cushion on your chest. They definitely don't smell incredibly good either.

The sent wasn't new to me and as soon as I smelt it my heart skipped a beat.

It was Laura.

Boyish, killer, rabid bears fighting angry bears thrashed around in my stomach. Ladies and gentleman when someone says that they have 'butterflies' In their stomach, they're lying to you. There is no way butterflies can be that vicious.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and I just-"

I cut her off, she hand't looked up yet but he could tell it was her by the wave of her caramel highlighted hair, the way her voice sounded like a lullaby to his ears and most of all the way she held herself.

"Laura..."

She finally looked up and he could see her eyes shocked but also pained.

"We need to talk"

She only nodded in response and started walking toward the beach down the road.

I followed silently. It was anything but comfortable all you could hear were The sounds of our feet hitting to sidewalk.

The beach was empty but, by second nature,we still sat close together as if it were crowded.

Nothing was said for a good ten minutes as we sat their watching the waves hit the sand and roll back in.

"Do you ever feel small out here against the ocean?" She said breaking the silence.

"Well...yes. It's big...and blue...and I'm small and...not blue." I said with uncertainty causing her to giggle a little.

"You know I didn't do it right?" I said gazing into her eyes "You know I would never say those things, You are the one thing in my life I can't live without. Take away my music and I will be okay as longs as your right beside me.-''

"I know"

"-I Love you Laur, you know tha- wait what?" She said it so quietly it almost felt like it took a while to reach my ears.

"I believe you, I don't know why I didn't I guess I just needed something to yell at and you were right in front of me. Before you say anything I know it was stupid but I just-"

She didn't finish, she had already broken into tears.

I grabbed her and gently pulled her onto my lap hugging her close.

"Grandma Rosie died"

"Oh Laur, I'm so sorry"

She only cried harder, between her sobs she whispered, what I gathered to be, "Don't...deserve...you"

"Hey don't you ever say that I don't deserve you and maybe one day I'll come close to deserving you but now I'm not and I'm going to keep trying until I do and you keep giving me the chance to try and show you that I can try measure up to you and for that I am thankful what I'm saying is, I Love you Laura, don't let anyone tell you otherwise"

"I Love you Ross"

"It's starting to rain" I say as it starts to pelt down "Come on we should get you home quickly"

"Theres no reason to rush, I've got you with me and I'm not letting you go anytime soon"

I smile and kiss her forehead leading her slowly to her house that was conveniently situated across from mine.

I stop when we reach the middle of the street, right between my house and her's and hold her in my arms looking down into her brown doe eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon don't you worry about that."

Somehow I could feel the eyes of both my family and hers looking out the window toward us.

I think Laura noticed to because you started giggling causing me to laugh at her complete adorableness.

By now it was pouring down and the thunder blasting through the sky could echo for miles but that didn't bother us one bit we had each other and we were okay being wrapped up in our little moment of endless love.

"You know what I don't think we have ever had a cliche´ ending have you?"

Deciding to play along I answer in a terrible British accent that only sets her off into a fit of laughter again "No I haven't as a matter of fact"

"Ah, well I believe we should change that Mr. Lynch don't you?" She says leaning toward me.

"Why yes, yes I do" I say meeting her halfway.

I could hear the screams of joy from both the Marano's and Lynch's through the windows as lightning light up the sky creating a bright spotlight on us.

We pull apart and she is the first to speak.

"I Love you Ross Shor Lynch"

"I Love you Laura Marie Marano" I whisper back as I palm the small black case in my pocket containing a promise ring, around my hand.

"I always will"