A: MY FIRST RYDELLINGTON STORY! EEEEEEE!
B: for those who don't know the title is based off of demi lovato's song "really don't care" i thought it was appropriate for the story
C: filed under austin and ally because there will be some raura moments and because i didn't know what else to file it under
D: um, ENJOY! and please review if you think i should keep going, though i'll probably keep going anyway because i'm excited about this story! aaahhh :D enjoy!
*Rydel's p.o.v*
I took my house key out of my pocket to unlock the door, but it was already unlocked.
Weird.
I thought to myself, but maybe Ross and the others were home early from their 'boys day out' who knew men could be so…girly.
I walked through the door to our Californian home hanging the key on the hook and throwing my bag of clothes on the floor, I'd been out with some friends shopping, signed some autographs, took some pictures with the fans, you know the usual.
I headed towards my room but stopped and backed up.
"Ratliff?" I ask, just now noticing on of our best friends sitting on the couch.
"You know a door mat is a really bad place to hide a spare key right? Besides your guys' mom made me a spare key a few weeks ago." He replies.
Though he was being sarcastic the usually peppiness that he usually had seemed to be missing.
I sit down next to him.
"Ratliff…is something wrong?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"No, it's nothing." He replies.
I purse my lips in that "oh really?" kind of way.
"Come on Ell you know you can tell me anything." I reply.
He smiles slightly when I call him by his nickname.
"Well, ok." He replies.
There's a slight pause.
"Ellington!" I exclaim, knowing he's trying to avoid the conversation.
He cringes, he hated when I used his full name.
"Ok, ok, well…it's Kelly." He replies.
"What about her?" I ask.
"Well, I guess it's me and Kelly." He replies.
I gasp.
"You guys didn't break up did you?" I ask.
"No, no, nothing like that, though sometimes I wish she'd just get it over with." He replies.
"What happened, and tell me everything, I don't want you leaving anything out." I reply.
"Well, it started when I told her we were leaving for tour in a few months." He replied
"You're leaving again?" Kelly asks, getting mad.
"What do you want me to do baby?" I ask.
"Stay." She replies.
"You know I can't do that Kelly." I reply.
She groans.
"Don't I mean anything to you anymore?" she asks.
"Of course you do, you know that." I reply.
"Then why won't you stay with me, please?" she asks, holding back tears.
I take her hands in mine.
"You know I have a responsibility to my friends, they're counting on me." I reply.
"Can't they just find another drummer?" she asks.
"There's not enough time, we leave in like a month, we just finished rehearsals a week ago, and we couldn't have another drummer ready in time." I reply.
"I feel like you spend more time with the band and your fans than you do with me." she says.
"Kelly you know that's not fair." I reply.
"Why don't you come with us? There's more than enough room on the tour bus for one more." I add.
"I can't, I have school." She replies.
"You can take classes online for a few months." I reply.
"Hmm, why don't you just quit the band!" she exclaims as she gets up from the couch and leaves.
"She told you to quit the band?" I exclaim.
He nods his head.
"I'm starting to worry that she's getting serious about it too, I mean it started out as a threat, but now I think she honestly wants me to quit the band." He replies
My heart races, and my lungs stop working.
I'd always had a bit of a crush on Ratliff and hanging out with him was the best thing ever, if he quit the band it just wouldn't be the same.
"You're not thinking about quitting are you?" I ask.
"Of course not!" he exclaims.
"I just wish she would stop saying those things you know?" he asks.
"if she really loved you, she wouldn't be putting you through this, it's not fair." I reply.
"I know." He replies.
Suddenly his phone rings.
He holds up a finger as he answers it.
"Hello, hi mom, I'm over at Stormie and Marks house, yea, ok, I'll be home in a bit then, love you too, bye." He hangs up his phone.
"I gotta go, mom's fixing dinner." He replies.
"Hey, it'll be ok." I say as I wrap him in a hug.
My heart was hurting for my friend.
"Thanks Delly." He replies with a slight smile as he gets up to leave.
Later when the boys finally get home and toss their bags on top of mine I finally decide I need to talk to them.
"Guys we need to talk." I say.
"You're not breaking up with us are you?" Ross asks with a grin.
I roll my eyes at him.
"No, it's about Ratliff and Kelly." I reply.
"What about them?" Ross asks, always oblivious.
"Now that you mention Kelly, I haven't seen her around very much, is something wrong?" Riker asks.
"I guess her and Ratliff got in a big fight the other day when he told her he was leaving." I reply.
"They didn't like…break up did they?" Rocky asks.
"No, but, she's been a little…off, lately, Ratliff told me she told him to quit the band." I reply.
I instantly regret it, and face palm myself.
"Quit the band!" Riker exclaims.
"He can't quit the band!" Ross exclaims.
"Well, he can I guess, but where would we find a drummer in time for tour?" he asks.
"GUYS! He's not quitting the band, but I'm really worried about him, um, I mean, him and Kelly, he'd be crushed if she broke up with him, and I'd really miss, WE'D miss him on tour." I reply, biting my lip in my head.
"Yes Rydel we all know you like Ratliff but can we get back to the big picture here?" Rocky asks.
"You're SURE he's not thinking about quitting right?" Rocky asks.
"No, he's not." I reply.
"Well, let's just be as supportive as we can and hope they get through this." Riker replies.
Then they turn to go to their rooms, I pull Ross back.
"Ross haven't you and Laura been through a situation like this at all, can't you talk to him?" I ask.
"Now that I think about it, Laura and I did go through a rough patch when I left for the 'loud' tour, maybe I will talk to him." He replies.
"Thank you, you're like the best little brother ever!" I reply hugging him.
"You're welcome, and, I know." He replies with a smug grin.
I roll my eyes at him.