E.T.
Heyo! I decided to make a story for Rydel! I feel like there needs to be a story focusing on Rydel, and just Rydel. And not with Ellington as her boyfriend or anybody. I know some people don't like OC stories, but please give it a try? :)
"Kiss me! K-k-kiss me! Infect me with you love and fill me with your poison. Take me. Ta-ta-take me! I wanna be your victim! Ready for abduction!"
Stomps roared in Rydel's ear as she waved her hand through the air. The crowd mimicked her movements, moving their arms in sync with hers. Ryland stayed in the background, thumping the electronic sounds. On either sides of her, her brothers jumped in the air, playing their guitars and bass. The lights shined behind her, a starburst of pink, blue, and green.
"Boy, you're an alien! Your touch so foreign! It's supernatural! Extraterrestrial!" Rydel bopped her head from side to side with the beat, her long blonde hair swinging. The fans screamed, singing along and slamming their feet onto the ground below them. The rush she felt in the air was amazing.
She turned and walked to her brother, Riker, who was holding his bass tightly, the sweat visible in the turning lights. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she sang, their bodies moving to the beat. Then she went back to the front center of the stage, singing the last few lines of the song.
"Boy, you're an alien! Your touch so foreign! It's supernatural! Extraterrestrial!" The last note ended with a bang, and the crowd screamed so loud Rydel's couldn't hear them for a moment. She grinned, smoothing the white flowing dress she was wearing and laughed into the microphone.
She loved playing shows. Especially when she got to sing a few songs for their fans. They had just performed Katy Perry's song E.T., and the fans were loving it. She was hot, though. She wasn't jumping around or dancing as much as the boys, but her dress was stuck against her skin as they walked off stage, their show over. The fans were still cheering for them, the sound deafening, rippling through the air like waves on an ocean.
"Awesome fucking awesome!" Ross yelled over the noise as they tromped through the back-stage, now getting ready for the meet and greet, like every concert they have. They were always given at least fifteen minutes to cool down, get the energy buzz off of them.
She sighed, taking a deep breath and collapsing on a green couch backstage. Riker dug into his backpack and pulled out a plain black T-shirt, tearing his old, sweat-drenched one off to put that one on. Rocky pulled out his found and started texting someone, his fingers going a million miles per hour across the keys. Ratliff and Ross both grabbed their water bottles and downed the whole thing. The sweatbands on Ratliff's wrist were dropped on the floor.
Rydel let her head fall back on the couch, but lifted her hair up so it wasn't stuck between her body and the couch. Her body felt strange in the cool room, even though her blood was pumping through her veins. Her dress was nice and pretty, going mid-thigh, and it was loose enough that she wasn't too sweaty, but she needed water.
She got up, walking over to the mini fridge nestled in the corner. She threw it open, grabbing a water bottle, and uncapped it. The music from their last song still thumped in her mind. She swallowed half of the water bottle in a few seconds, before twisting the plastic cap back on.
"That was epic!" Ratliff said, grinning. "Rydel, your voice! The last song! Totally ass-whipping."
Rydel rolled her eyes at their boy-talk. Riker was on his phone, standing in the other corner of the room, his back to them. His blonde hair was messy and sweaty, and she walked over.
"Hey big bro. Who you talking to?" she asked.
Riker whirled around, startled and almost panicked that Rydel caught him. She tried looking at the screen to see who he was calling, but he quickly put it behind him and backed up against the wall. Rydel crinkled her eyebrows in confusion.
"Were you eavesdropping?" Riker asked, half horrified, half angry. Rydel quickly shook her head, surprised Riker sounded so uptight about it.
Riker's shoulders relaxed. "Okay, good." He turned back around, and Rydel tried peering over his wide shoulders.
"Riker, who are you talking to?"
"None of your business," Riker muttered, and Rydel realized something. This is how he acted when he liked someone. Rydel gasped, a grin spreading across her face.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Rydel squealed, and Riker's face turned red with embarrassment.
"None of your business, Rydel!" he exclaimed again, before shoving his phone in his pocket and walking away from her. Rydel only laughed. Finally, her bro had somebody! About time!
She walked back to the others. Rocky and Ross were having a thumb wrestling match. Ratliff was on his phone, probably playing a game like Flappy Bird or something stupid like that. Riker was still talking to his girlfriend. She twisted her wrist, getting it ready for autograph signing.
When they were ready, they walked to the meet and greet area, where fans waited in long lines to meet them. The screamed as R5 emerged, and Rydel grinned, waving vaguely to the crowd. They took a seat at the plastic tables, where merchandise was laid out for the fans to buy.
It took roughly four hours to get through all the buying, signing, and pictures. Thankfully, Ryland was there to help a smooth transition, and by the time it was all over, they were dead-tired. Rydel helped Ryland close up the venue, though, and so did Ross and Riker.
While they were folding up the plastic tables, a girl suddenly approached them. She looked around sixteen, and she had long chocolate-brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She looked at R5, awe-struck, no doubt a fan, and Ryland's eyes practically bugged out of his face.
"How are you still here?" he asked. "I closed up the venue. Nobody was left."
The girl blushed furiously. "I'm sorry! I just... I never got the chance to see you during the meet and greet. I got lost in the crowd. I was hoping I could still see you.." She trailed off as Ryland shook his head.
"Sorry. We're closing up. Maybe next time..."
"Oh come on, Ryland," Rydel jumped in. "I love meeting fans." She walked up to the girl, and wrapped her in a hug. Rydel noticed how cold she was. The girl looked like she was about to faint in happiness, though, and hugged Rydel back.
"What's your name?" Rydel asked.
"Miranda Lee," she said. "I love you guys. You're such a huge inspiration to me! I'm learning to play piano like you Rydel, and it's so fun!"
Rydel smiled. "That's awesome!"
Miranda looked sheepishly at the ground. "Could you maybe sign the CD I have o your album? You know, if you have the time. I know I actually shouldn't be here because I was too late and-"
"Miranda!"
They all turned to see a tall guy walking towards them. He had brown hair that cast across his forehead, and he wore a blue plaid shirt over a black T-shirt, black jeans, and Nikes. He looked around Rydel's age, maybe a year older. He would've been cute if he hadn't been scowling at Miranda.
"Miranda, what are you doing? We're supposed to go in ten minutes!"
"I wanted to see them," Miranda argued. "I missed them during the meet and greet. They're nice enough to let me see them still!"
"Who's this?" Rocky asked, nodding at the boy Miranda was arguing with. Miranda just rolled her eyes in exasperation and scoffed.
"My brother. Tony. He's a total jerk right now because he had to come along with me, but our mom didn't want to go and Tony is old enough," Miranda explained.
"Well... Hi Tony," Rydel offered. She held out her hand, but Tony only shrank back like she had spit on her palm before offering it to him. He scowled at her, and Rydel stepped back, taken aback by his attitude.
"Come on, Miranda!" Tony commanded harshly. "We have to go."
"But R5..."
"Honestly, you're getting too mixed in with these human cultures," Tony muttered, but Rydel heard him. Or, at least, that's what she thinks she heard. That made no sense, but her attention was diverted when Miranda handed Rydel a Sharpie and a copy of their album Louder. Rydel scrawled her signature on it, and handed it to Riker.
Miranda gave Rydel another hug, and Rydel hugged her back. Miranda seemed nice, but something about Tony unsettled her. As she looked at Tony over Miranda's shoulder during the hug, Tony was staring back at Rydel, and his blue eyes were piercing.
When all of R5 had signed the CD, Rydel passed it back to Miranda, who smiled brightly. The girl had a pretty smile. Or maybe it was just because she was standing next to Tony, who was scowling deeply. Any smile looked better next to him.
"Well," Rydel said. "It was nice meeting you two."
"I wish I could say the same," Tony grumbled. Miranda looked mortified, and Rydel shrugged it off, even if it was incredibly rude. Something about Tony set her off, so really, she was glad he was rude. The ruder he was, the quicker he'd leave. Right?
But from the look on his face, Riker looked like he was about to attack Tony for being mean to Rydel, so Rydel quickly moved the conversation on. "Well, Miranda. I guess you should go, like Tony said. I need to do vocal practices, anyway."
"Like you can sing," Tony muttered. Did he want to argue with her?
Rydel's head snapped up at that, and she glared at Tony. She could sing. She was amazing at singing! Tony smirked, and Rydel realized he was trying to get a reaction out of her. Jerk.
"I wouldn't throw that insult at someone because you probably can't sing either," Rydel snapped. The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, and Tony didn't look fazed at all. That irritated her. Miranda gaped at them in horror. Tony's lips twisted into a smirk, and maybe it would've been cute if his attitude wasn't so gauche.
"Why do little girls idolize you?" Tony asked. "You're just... a blonde girl that got lucky. All of you. You're just all lucky. You make music for crap." Miranda let out a exclamation of dismay, but Rydel could only glower at Tony.
"Lucky?" She felt her face heat up. "We aren't here out of luck. It takes talent and skills and patience and-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony grumbled. "Come on, Miranda. Let's go home."
"Tony, that was rude! That was terrible! You better apologize to Rydel right now-!"
Tony cut his sister off by grabbing her arm and yanking her to the exit. Rydel felt bad for Miranda while she watched her get dragged by Tony to the exit. She wondered how Miranda tolerated someone like Tony.
It was silent for a long moment, before Ratliff said, "That was rude."
"Miranda was a sweetheart," Rydel said, even though she knew he meant Tony.
"Yeah, but her brother..." Riker shook his head, not able to finish. "Seriously. Where does he get that attitude?"
"It doesn't matter," Rydel said. "Right? There are always going to be haters. We just happened to run into one of them."
"You'd think they'd have the decency though to not say anything, right?" Rocky questioned. Rydel shrugged, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders. She sighed, looking at her phone.
"Let's go. Tomorrow we're leaving for our flight to Portland, Oregon. We don't need to be tired just because of a dumb random guy." Rocky and Ross nodded in agreement, but Ryland stared at the door, his eyes blazing with anger. Rydel sighed, wrapping one arm around Ryland's shoulders and another around Riker's.
"Tony is just some idiot. Let's focus on our tour. We're never going to see him again. What are the chances, anyway?" She tried for a laugh, and she felt her brothers relax. Good.
Oh, how big those chances actually were.
Okay! So, I hope this was a convincing enough start. I really hope this turns out okay. I've been thinking about it for a while, but now I'm actually writing it down. So, please review and tell me what you think! Criticism is appreciated, and so are compliments! No flames please!
Thanks for reading!
~Cynthia