So…. No reviews for ET yet. I really would like some feedback on what you think. Here's chapter two, though. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. And the unrecognized characters.

Rydel's POV

"Rydel…" A gentle hand stroked my shoulder in my sleep. I stirred, my soul waking up inside of me. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Riker, who was on his knees to be at eye-level with me, staring at me intently.

I shrieked and jolted upright. Riker burst out laughing, standing up. I glared at him, my hair hanging around my face in a mess. My brother gave me a cocky grin, sweeping the hair out of his eyes.

"Riker!" I exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?"

"We don't want to be late for our flight, right?" Riker asked me. "I needed to wake you up."

"Next time, wake me up. Not scare the living daylights out of me." I pressed my palm to my chest to make sure my heart was still beating. "Oh my God, Riker. That scared me."

Riker only laughed more, finding it just hilarious. I glowered at him, and he left me alone, closing the door behind him.

We were at our hotel in Seattle, and thank the heavens I got my own room. Riker had to share with Rocky, Ross with Ryland, and Ratliff with our PA Garron. I was lucky being the only girl. It'd be so awkward if I had to share with one of my brothers or Ellington.

I stood up. No point in sinking back into the sheets. I honestly wouldn't care if we were a few minutes late for more sleep. But since Riker had already got my body awake, I decided to just drag myself into the shower and get ready.

After a refreshing, warm shower, I changed into my traveling clothes. We wouldn't be doing anything today but just going to our tour stop and checking into the hotel, no shows, so there was no real need to get dressed up fancy. I slipped on a beanie, a white sweatshirt, and some jeans. When I was slipping on my dark green Converse, I heard a knock.

"Rydel, come on!" Rocky called. "We're going to be late because of you!"

"Oh no," I said, laughing. I grabbed my luggage and yanked it down the stairs and outside to the van, where Riker helped me load it in. Special sister treatment. It works for me.

The nest few hours were a rush. I guess I got so used to traveling that whenever we go to airports, get our passports checked, get our luggage in, I go into some sort of zoning-out phase. I work like a robot, and it's pretty typical. Do this. Walk over there. Wait in that line. Step here. I've done it so many times it's almost a routine.

After a long time, we finally got onto the plane, walking down the narrow, stuffy aisle to our assigned seats. Riker and Ross were next to each other, and so were Rocky and Ratliff. Garron and Ryland got seats next to each other, leaving me sitting with strangers. I groaned inside, before sitting in the seat next to the window.

I shoved my carry-on ahead of me, messing with my headphones. The wires were tangled together, and I let out a frustrated sigh. I set my phone on the armrest to my left and tried fumbling with the wires when I heard a clear voice.

"Oh, not you again."

I looked up, and at first, it was just a teenage guy my age looking at me. Then I recognized the brown hair, the figure, and the bright blue eyes.

"Oh my stars… seriously?" I asked in disbelief, staring at Tony.

"Nice to see you too," Tony said, grinning cheekily, plopping down next to me after he placed his carry-on above us. I watched the way his green shirt slid across his skin as he stretched, then I looked at my headphones again.

"Really? Can you, like, switch seats with someone?" I asked.

"Aww… I'm not that bad," Tony said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"You insulted me so many times yesterday," I said harshly. "Why should I like you?"

"Because," Tony said. He didn't say anymore, but he sounded like he wanted to. I stared at him, waiting for an answer, but his chiseled features were expressionless as he turned on his phone. His thumb moved awkwardly across the screen and pressed down too hard. Either he was a novice with electronics, or he was just getting used to a new phone.

"What are you doing on this flight?" I asked, changing the subject. "Don't you live in Seattle?"

"No," Tony said, showing no sign of interest in our conversation. "I live in California. Los Angelos, to be more specific. My sister and I are on a family trip with our parents and hitting different cities. Portland, then Salem, San Francisco, Santa Maria, then back to Los Angelos."

My jaw slackened. "How long for each spot?"

Tony gave me an irritated look. I knew I was being nosy, but I didn't care. He rolled his eyes. "Why does it matter?"

"Because we, R5, are going to those cities for our concerts too. We're staying in each city for three days each. What about you?"

Tony studied me. "Us too."

I laughed uneasily. "Are you a stalker? Because this is creepy."

"I'm far from a stalker," Tony muttered, and glared back at his phone screen. "Like you are anything worth stalking." His thumb jerked nervously across the screen, pressing the same buttons in confusion. I glowered at him, before looking back at my lap.

I finally got my headphones untangled, but when I reached for my phone, it wasn't on the armrest where I had placed it. I put it there, right? I was pretty sure I put it there.

I narrowed my eyes at Tony, looking at him again. "Did you take my phone?"

Tony looked at me, genuinely annoyed now. "What? No."

"It was right here. On this armrest." I pointed at the armrest between our seats. "It was right here."

"Look around. Maybe it fell off," Tony muttered, jabbing his thumb on the screen.

I bent down and looked around the tiny carpeted area I could see, but I found nothing. I felt around with my hands, but only got a few wrappers and crumbs. Tony must've been looking at something funny on his phone, because a smirk formed on his face.

This, for some reason, was annoying me like crazy. I was sure I put my phone there. It was my phone. And yeah, I'm not proud of it, but I'm pretty attached to my phone. It has my music, photos and important notes. I needed to find it.

"I can't find it!" I exclaimed. "What if I left it at the airport? We're taking off soon. Oh my God."

Tony turned to me, swiveling his whole body. "Will you just…?" Then he stopped, confusion forming across his face, before amusement.

"What?" I demanded.

Tony started chuckling lightly. "Uh… Rydel? You sure you lost your phone?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, slamming my palm on the armrest between us. He didn't find my anger scary, he just stared at me, coyness glittering in his clear blue eyes. "It was right here! I set it down to untangle my headphones and it's gone! See?" I held up my mangled headphones, which were now snared again.

Tony bit his upper lip, and I noticed one of his incisors was a lot sharper than the other. Then it disappeared as he curled his lip back into place, and he laughed.

"What?" I almost yelled, getting some stares from across the seats. "Do you know where it is?"

"Uh, Rydel?" He nodded his brown-haired head to behind me. I turned around, and my mouth opened in embarrassment as I saw my phone resting on my armrest to my right.

No way.

"What?" I sputtered, grabbing it and holding it like I couldn't believe it was real, actually made of atoms. "How-? But-! I don't…." I couldn't finish. I was at loss for words.

Tony laughed gently, placing his hand on my shoulder. His fingers were long, and they brushed against my hair. His touch was cold and it surprised me.

"I think, Rydel Lynch, you simply cannot tell left from right."

"But I placed it here!" I complained, like I was whining about invisible forces moving my phone behind my back. "Even if I did put it on the other one, I would've noticed! I looked everywhere!"

"Humans and their ignorance," Tony laughed bitterly, like he wasn't a human that made mistakes. I narrowed my eyes at his blue ones and focused on them like in a Western movie.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, but he didn't answer. A garbled announcement came over the intercom to fasten our seat-belts, and after a long moment of staring at Tony, I did as the flight attendant said. I couldn't believe I was going to sit next to this guy for hours.

Here we come Portland.

"Freedom!" I gasped as I climbed off the plane. Riker gave me a what-is-wrong-with-you? look, but I ignored him, waddling awkwardly on my stiff legs to Ellington and Ross, who were waiting for us. By the way their faces sagged, I guessed they didn't get a lot of sleep on the flight. I didn't either. It was too hard knowing that Tony was right next to me.

I inhaled some air, even though we were just walking through the airport and it wasn't exactly fresh. My traveling-self kicked in and the routine swung around. Pick up the luggage, check our hotel, blah-blah-blah. Ryland helped sort out things while the rest of us chatted.

Riker was on his phone again. I silently walked up to his back and tried peering over his wide shoulder, but his senses must've kicked in. He whirled around and almost slapped me across the face.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, lurching back in surprise. I did the same to avoid his hand. He was texting his girlfriend again. I grabbed his arm and dragged a little bit away from the group so they wouldn't overhear.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I teased, grinning.

Riker's face turned pink. "Nobody."

"So, not a celebrity like us?" I teased. Riker only stared at me, before scowling and glaring at me with fake-anger. (Riker could never really be mad at me.)

"It's just a girl, okay?"

"But you like her."

"Well… yeah."

"And you've been texting her a lot."

"Nuh- Okay. Maybe. Yeah."

"And you act so protective whenever I question about her."

"Well, you don't have to be so nosy about my whole life," Riker said, rolling his eyes. "It's my love life. Not yours."

"So you do admit she's your girlfriend!"

"What?" Realization came across his face, and I knew right then that I was correct. Riker sputtered. "I mean, when I said 'love life,' I didn't mean she was my girlfriend or anything-"

"Oh, Riker." I shoved him in the shoulder, and he waited for me, bracing himself for either embarrassment or more intent questioning. I only rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your girlfriend." His shoulders eased up.

"Really?" His tone was majorly relieved. "Promise? Oh, thank you."

"But," I interrupted, "I am still going to ask about her. Who is she? Do I know her? Is she nice? Is she here? Come on, spill."

Riker glanced at me nervously, before looking behind me. I glanced back and saw Ryland was waving at us, telling us to come on. I looked back at Riker, who gave me a cheeky smile.

"Oh, look at that! We got to go!" Before I could say anymore, he sped off, jogging over to the rest. I rolled my eyes again, yelling, "Nice save, Macho Man!"

Then I laughed before following, a million possible girls running through my mind.

It took us thirty minutes to get to our hotel and sort out rooms. I struck lucky again and got my own room, even though I could maybe share a room with my make-up artist and hair artist, Lexi. (1.) Not that I didn't like her or anything, I was just glad I got my own place to wind down.

I dragged my suitcase up four flights of stairs, since the elevator is apparently out of order, stated by a scribbled-on piece of notebook paper. I took out the card. At this hotel, instead of a key and lock, it was a card slot. I inserted the card, but a yellow light flashed above the slot, signaling I didn't do it right. I growled and tried again, but the yellow light seemed reluctant to leave.

"Having problems, miss?"

I turned around without thinking and said, "Yes, my card is being a brat right now." Then I paused, my eyes widening as I realized who asked me that.

Tony.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stepped back. He looked tired and beaten from the flight, his clothes wrinkled, and I realized I probably looked like that too. Oh great. I instinctively reached up and combed my fingers through my hair, tearing my beanie off.

"Are you kidding me?" he spoke for me. "You're in this room? For three days?"

"Yeah," I said. I looked at the door number. "Seven-oh-three."

"I'm in the room right next door." He jerked his thumb to the room on the right of mine. I seriously wanted to drop my stuff right then on the ground. I was pretty sure some divine force was messing with us, putting me next to this jerk.

"Seriously?" I asked. "Okay, I'm honestly getting weirded out by this... Can't you like, switch with Miranda or something?"

He shook his head. "What's the difference? She's on your other side. Seven-oh-one." He nodded to the door on my other side, and I groaned.

"Why do you keep following me around?" I asked him. Tony raised one eyebrow at me, his cute features perplexed.

"You think I want to? I don't like you as much as you don't like me. Don't think I want this to happen," Tony grumbled. He turned and took out his own key card, and was about to walk away, before I sighed and said, "Tony?"

He turned reluctantly. "What, Rydel?"

I held out my card. "Can you help me with this? I wasn't kidding when I said it was being a brat."

A smile cracked on Tony's face, and I couldn't help but giggle at my own stupidity. He walked over and wrapped his cool hand around mine so we both we holding the card. I wasn't laughing anymore. He gently guided my hand and pushed the card into the slot, and the light flicked on green.

"What…?" I wanted to question how he managed to make it work, because his actions weren't far different from mine, but then he was gone, clicking the door to his room shut quietly behind him.

So there's chapter two to ET! I wanted to upload it yesterday, but I found out I focus better if I use Word Document and transfer it to here. I don't know why, I just concentrate better with Word than using the work-space Fanfiction provides me.

1. Lexi is just an OC I came up with, someone who helps Rydel and the boys fix their hair and stuff, and their wardrobe. She's not a major character or anything, she's just going to appear here and there.

Anyway, PLEASE review! I would really like to know what you guys think, and if I should continue this or not or anything! I like this idea, but what's the point if nobody really looks at it?

Thanks for reading!

~Cynthia