A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, I went to a concert for R5 (IT WAS AMAZING) and was inspired to write this story! I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT FROM THIS PLOT and MY OWN CHARACTERS. (I've never been to a meet and greet so excuse the incorrect details?)

I am doing this in the present tense for some reason... I don't know.

CHAPTER 1: SMILE

Its October and nearly all of the leaves on the deciduous trees have turned a deep wine colour. I was watching a pile of leaves, as the wind was picking them up, swirling around my shoes and making crunching noises as I stepped on them. It was almost time for the concert.

Finally. After years of waiting, I finally get to meet them.

I draw closer to the sounds of excited teenage girls and the faint tinny sound of phones playing 'All Night' and the sight of air guitars and drums. I could smell the overwhelming amount of perfume they secretly borrowed from their mothers, something I know all too well.

"TRIN!" A loud shriek came from the front of the queue. "I'm at the front, quick!"

I walked briskly towards the front and I am greeted by a fierce redhead with eyes that gleamed like stars.

"Hey Clarissa, sorry I'm la-"

"Don't worry, besides you look FABULOUS Daarling!" Clarissa interrupts me, sporting a posh accent. We laugh and hug each other.

"I'm really excited Clar, we finally get to meet them, even if it's just for a second!" I admit excitedly, my curled hair bounces around my waist, like ringlets of melted chocolate.

"I know. I'm wondering if Rocky is into redheads..." Clarissa wonders, as goes into sing-song, she twirls her hair and giggles.

As the last 20 minutes passes by, it was finally 4pm, the screams grow louder and the crowd grows larger. Fans with homemade shirts, fans with more skin than clothes, fans with excitement and buzz and fans with experience show up for the Meet and Greet.

The doors open and I am being pushed through the door whilst showing my ticket to the ticket woman.

It's dark, and the room is packed with excitement, anxiety and sweat. It's only just the M&G and already people are on social media. I hear the sounds of cameras go off, the chatter of young girls wondering if one of them will notice her, the smell of even more perfume added on, seriously, how did they sneak that in? I could feel the excitement burst through my veins and I felt like I was a young girl again, attending her first concert, excited and happy in the front row. It was almost time to see them.

"HEY GUYS!" The lights flash on, a flash of blonde runs into the room, flashing teeth and flashing smiles at us. All of them come in one by one waving at us as we wave back at them

"What's up guys!" Rocky booms across the room, everyone falls silent.

"OH MY GOD ITS ROCKY!" Clarissa grips onto my arm and her eyes widen to the size of the moon the moment she hears his voice. The majority of the room laughs, including Rocky himself. I elbow her playfully as she blushes a deep red and Rocky winks at her causing her to hide in her hair. She obviously forgotten she's in the front row.

"Wait, why isn't Ross laughing?" A few other girls look concerned and point it out.

"Yeah, he hasn't been smiling in his M&G's and stuff lately, I hope that doesn't happen to mine!" Well that was rude.

"We are so excited to be here and welcome to the Meet and Greet!" Riker says after the laughter subsides and to cover up the mumurs.

"Everyone make a line by here and enjoy!" Mark shouts as we obey his instructions.

Surprisingly, we are last. In the QUEUE. THE VERY LONG QUEUE. Thanks to Clarissa because she sits still for an extra 10 seconds after everyone else left because Rocky winked at her.

"CLARISSA HELENA WRIGHT GET YOUR ASS UP AND MOVE!" She moves... more like she falls off.

"Should I pout? Maybe Smile? Or maybe kiss Rocky's cheek? Oh maybe I'll go on his back!" Clarissa drones on and on about what pose, who will stand next to who, if her shirt is too creased or too try hard.

"Yeah sure." I reply, hoping she would shut up.

"Are you even listening?" She glares at me. So I push her hair in her face (she hates it when I do that) We laugh loudly and get a few stares.

"Clarissa, you look wonderful and to be honest, if Rocky is the only one in the picture, you wouldn't even care." I say while she nods her head admittedly.

I glance at her outfit, consisting of a black crop top with lace detailing and high waisted blue jeans that are ripped, a silver necklace with a lightening bolt on and a leather jacket on which matches her leather ankle boots, she straightened her usually curly hair, and has a dramatic smokey eye with a pure red lipstick on. Clarissa is always one for drama and attention, and indeed she receives it.

"Last check, let me check if everything is okay with us." She analyses my outfit. Its very autumnal and casual, I'm wearing a grey halter neck sleeveless shirt with the gold R5 pick necklace on top and a black choker with a golden 't'. I also have dark grey ripped jeans and a red and black flannel shirt around my waist with matte black chelsea boots that have a gold zip at the side . My long dark hair is curled and showcases my recently done ombre from Dark brown to a light coppery brown shade on the bottom third of my hair. My makeup is neutral and gold with a perfect cat eyeliner (which took 15 minutes, that's why I was late) and I have a dark wine coloured lipstick on (which Clarissa made me buy after a long argument in the shop). I look pretty decent, compared to some of the girls here.

"Clarissa...?" I begin to feel concerned as she smiles weirdly.

"Trin, you look like a million bucks," She says "Ugh. Could you at least smile for a change?" I smile cheekily at her remark, and she mimicks me back.

The room is once again filled with the excited fangirls who exit the queue happy and showing everyone what pose they did with who. Its a lovely atmosphere because we all have a mutual interest: them.

"NEXT!" Mark shouts at us, after the group before us have left, they wave at the band and giggle as they walk away.

"Oh my god I am not emotionally prepared for this." I think, anxious to meet them.

"Don't worry, we're not that scary actually." Someone replies. I look up and smile awkwardly. I definitely said that out loud.

IT WAS RYDEL OH MY GOOD LORD.

I laugh and scratch the back of my neck sheepishly. Great job.

"Hi! I'm Clarissa, and this is Trin. We are so excited to have met you guys!" Clarissa smiles brightly and fills the gap, she knows how to deal with things like this.

"Hey, it's that girl who likes you!" Rydel says to Rocky, whilst elbowing his ribs and giggling. Everyone laughs.

"Oh, is that still a thing?" Its Clarissa's turn to be embarrassed.

"Come on guys, you have a minute!" Mark tells them, they sigh and continue talking to us, clearly ignoring him.

"So, is this your first meet and greet? Because I would've remembered you guys!" Riker continues, mostly talking to Clarissa.

That's the thing. Clarissa is the Sun, shining for everyone, providing light to those who need it. She's happy and confident. I'm the Moon, following her, reflecting some of her light back, I'm small and calm and quiet and scared. Everything I want to NOT be.

Clarissa is days by the beach, sand in your toes, splashes in the sea and laughing for hours.

I'm days inside, reading books, hiding in sweaters, sitting by the rain and quiet whispers.

"Nice necklace," Ross says and laughs in irony "where did you get in from?"

I hold my gold R5 necklace and examine it closely, humming.

"Well I listen to a band, they're okay, okay enough for me to buy some of their merch. The lead singer is not too bad." I reply back playfully whilst shrugging my shoulders which causes my hair to twirl around my back. His mouth breaks into the biggest smile you could've ever imagined. Teeth and all.

He smiled at me. I made someone happy.

And the rest of the band looks at me like that aswell, their eyes looking at me and Ross back repeatedly, their eyes widen increasingly and their eyes gleam with happiness and relief.

"So..." Clarissa interrupts, not knowing what to do now the attention is on me.

I feel really small, not only because I'm a foot smaller than them, but because I've never had the attention before.

"Oh right! The picture!" Rocky says, he's obviously taken an interest in her. I mean who wouldn't?

Mark sighs and rolls his eyes at his children and tells us to pose.

"Um, do you want to..."

"Yes...?" I stare at him and soon it was clearly bothering him, so I used that to my advantage by stepping closer to him. Ooh, nice one.

"You know..." He's turning red. Wasn't I supposed to be the nervous one?

"Stand next to me?" I playfully finish his sentence.

"Yeah, that." He scratches the back of his neck and chuckles.

OH WAIT WAS THAT OMG IT WAS HELP ME OH DEAR LORD HE IS SO CUTE-

"Sure," I reply coolly, "but you're gonna have to travel down a long way."

"GET IN THERE ROSS!" Rocky bellows as Ellington wolf-whistles. I feel my face go a deep, deep, deep red colour and shield it with my hand.

I soon put my hand down when Ross moves behind me, indicating that the photo is going to be taken.

I feel a pair of hands rest on my shoulders, a pair of eyes resting on me and a pair of lips starting to smile on my cheeks. I couldn't help but let out a little smile.

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

I hear more than one camera.

"How come he didn't do that in mine!"

"Ugh, he looked happy in their picture!"

All the voices are loud and whiny and annoying.

They stopped as soon as they come back in the room.

"READY FOR A Q & A?" Rydel askes, smiling brightly, more than ever.

"YEAH!" This is the moment my ear drums died, and the concert hadn't even begun yet.

Rydel picks a young girl named Ella wearing a homemade shirt that has Rydel's famous pose as a pink silhouette and a fluorescent pink tutu.

"How did you start doing the 'Rydel Pose?'" (A/N: I don't know if this is even correct...)

"Well, I don't know, it randomly happened during a photoshoot with family and I've stuck with it ever since! By the way, I love your shirt!"

"Thank you!" The young girl giggles happily and the crowd adores her.

Riker pickes a girl, maybe a 13 year old, with blonde hair who was wearing a purple shirt dress, she held up a sign that said "I LOVE R5!"

"Hey! I'm Lorna!" She attempts to... flirt?

"Hi! What's your question?"

"Why has Ross been so sad these past few months? Is he okay?" Her voice is shrill but she was straight to the point.

A few voices in the crowd agree and discuss about Ross.

"Um... He hasn't felt that well and he-"

"He is doing great thanks Riker. Sorry for getting you all concerned, guys." Ross interrupts Riker with a hint of impatience but he easily recovers back to a friendly disposition.

"One last question!" Ratliff says after 10 minutes.

"Hmm... I choose you." I hear Ross.

"It's me, isn't it?" I clench my eyes shut.

"Yup!" Clarissa nudges me and gives me the 'look'.

"Hi... I'm-"

"Trin? Yeah, I know you. So... what's your question?" He winks at me, total contrast to earlier, but hey.

"I don't really know... I haven't actually prepared for one yet." I slowly start to panic, and I hear impatient fans and sighs.

"Don't worry I've got one for you," He smirks and clears his throat. He then brushes his hair back with his fingers and looks at me dead in the eye. "Can I have your number?"

The crowd cheers and stared at me as my cheeks turn a vibrant red and I try to hide in my hair. This obviously failed. Theres a chant of 'DO IT!' from the crowd started by Clarissa and I glare at her, which does nothing but make her laugh. I look around the room, even they are in this. The fans near me grin and some start to cry.

I sigh.

I stand up.

I look at him.

I open my mouth and speak.

"Yes."

Then the room is no longer silent.

(A/N: hope you enjoyed this! I have a great story planned for y'all! It's almost my birthday! It's on the same day as Riker's!)

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