Chapter One: Ross

My phone shook in my hands as I stared at the tweet from a fan.

sayyoullstayross: Tell Riker you like him or I'll tell everyone that you love him! DO IT NOW ROSS!

My door opened and I screamed, throwing my phone somewhere in my room. "Ross, you ok, man?" I sat back up and stared at Riker. This can't be real life. I-I can't do this! "Ross, bro tell me what's wrong." Riker said as I continued to stare at the wall. He sat next to me and put his arm around me. My stomach erupted in butterflies and I leaned into his touch. I had to do it. I couldn't hurt Riker like that.

"Riker..I-I need to tell you something." I sat up and he turned towards me. My hair fell in front of my face and he smiled.

Riker

A light blush fell onto Ross' pale face. I moved his bangs from his face and smiled. "What do you need, Ross?" I asked. He fell more pale, if that was possible, and stared at me. "I-I love you." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Ok? I love you to." He was still pale. "Ross, what-" Something made me fall back. Ross. Ross was kissing me! I tried pulling away but he was stronger.

"Ross! No! We're brothers! This is wrong!" I yelled finally pushing him off. "I hate you! How could you do this! I wish you were never born! Then I would've had a normal little brother!" I yelled pushing him back.

Ross

RossR5: sayyoullstayross: Just did, don't worry. He hates me now.

I held my breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. My gaze dropped down to my wrists that were covered in braclets. Anger took over me. "I hate you!" I yelled ripping my braclets off. "I hate you Riker! I wish anyone else as my older brother! I wish you were died! I hate you!" "Ross!" Rocky burst into my bathroom and wresled me to the floor. He grabbed my wrists and looked sick. "Who made you do this?" He asked.

"Rocky I'm-" "Ross Shor Lynch! Who made you do this!" "R-Riker..." All those years that I knew I liked Riker, it made me hate myself. I mean, it's so wrong. I started about two years ago. I haven't done it in a while. "Why?" Rocky's face softened and I couldn't take it. I let all the frustition, anger, sadness, and depression out.

Rocky grabbed my face and made me look at him. "Ross, it's ok. It'll be ok. Riker didn't mean it. He's just mad. You know how he get's when he's mad." His brown hair fell in front of his eyes. I moved it out of the way and sniffed. "He said that he didn't want me alive, Rock." His face hardened. "RIKER ANTHONY LYNCH!" Rocky got up and ran to Riker's room. I laid in bed and listened to Riker and Rocky fighting back and fourth.

A/N: I know it's short and it sucks, but I'll update today in a little. Merry Christmas Eve! Love you guys and thank you for checking out my horrible story. This is one of my OTPs. 33333333 :D

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