I stared open-mouthed at Ryland and blinked. How the heck did he know I was here the whole time? I didn't really know what to say and to be honest, I was kind of embarrassed that a Lynch found me hiding behind a trash can. I grinned sheepishly and quickly moved the trashcan back to hide my beat-up face. I don't know why I thought he would just leave me alone, but of course, he pulled the trashcan back and laughed at me. I huffed in an annoyed manner and sighed. He held out his hand to help me up but I just ignored it and got on up on my own. He laughed again and pulled his hand away, checking out my full body image and raising his eyebrows in approval.

"Well, hello there."

I grimaced. "Hey."

Ryland smirked at me and chuckled. "I see you are still as feisty as ever. I could see why Ross would like you, heck I even like you." I blinked and rubbed my eye. "I don't care if your eye is swollen, it doesn't take away from the fact that you're hot and anyways, your swelling is going down, you could hardly tell now." I cocked my head looked at myself through my phone's camera. It was going down, how nice. Ryland pulled down the phone and gazed at me. "I would like to look at your face, not your phone if you don't mind."

I looked at him and scowled. "Could you just please stop flirting with me? It's annoying."

Ryland laughed.

"You think I'm flirting with you?"

I looked at him, confused. "Well aren't you?" He smirked. "Yeah, I am but you know me, I'm the ladies man and when I see a pretty girl…" he leaned into me so close that I could feel his breath on me "I can't help but want to butter them up and maybe get some lip-action out of it if you know what I mean." I was about to slap my second Lynch in a row when he moved out of the way and held up his hands in surrender. "Jeez, I'm joking. I'm flirting with you, but I wouldn't do that. I have my morals you know. I think you're pretty and all, and I am attracted to you, but I'm not falling for you. I'm not a hopeless romantic, like Ross. Sorry I gave you the wrong idea." I raised an eyebrow. "You're strange, you know that?" He nodded. "So, I think I should get you back to the venue. Ross is going to want to talk to you after the show." I shook my head. "What if I don't want to talk to that jerk?" Ryland laughed. "Ross is a lot of things but he's not a jerk. He's…impulsive and that would probably be why he kissed you. Well, that and you're pretty and he likes you." I laughed. "He likes my face, not me." Ryland shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure he likes you. You heard that conversation he had with my dad. He never talks to dad that way; no one ever talks to Mark Lynch that way. Ross defied dad, and that, my dear Jess, is unheard of…well until now, that is."

I scoffed. "Oh really? Well, it doesn't matter. I don't want to talk to him and that's my final decision. Now, I'm going to head on back to the venue because one, it's creepy out here and two, my parents are probably waiting for me to head back. Now then, you coming or do you plan to head on back all alone in the dark?" Ryland laughed at me and punched my arm lightly. "You're funny and alright let's go back but I really do think you should talk to Ross." I shook my head. "No, I refuse to and that's that."

I walked back to the venue with Ryland by my side when I was getting bombarded my text messages. It was my sister, texting me that she was at the venue with mom and they were wondering where the heck I was. I texted back that I would be there in a few and told them not worry. I was texting quickly when Ryland peeked over my shoulder. "Who you, uh, texting there? Don't tell me, is it your boyfriend? Is that why you don't want to talk to Ross?" I laughed. "No, it's my sister. I called her a while ago to pick me up and I kind of left trying to avoid your brother." He nodded. "Ahhhhh…how old is your sister?" I gawked at him. "She's too old for you buddy so don't even think about it." He snapped his finger in an exaggerated way and pretended to be horribly upset. "Maybe she's just too old for me, living in a teenage fantasy, baby, there's so much we could be, she's got me wishing…wishing I was 23. "

I stared at him and grinned."Um, that was good for something you just made up." He cocked his head. "I didn't just make that up, it's a song."

"Oh, cool. What's it called? He looked at me flabbergasted. "It's Wishing I Was 23." I grinned. "Oh, well, nice. Who's it by?" He looked at me like I had just slapped him. "Are you being serious?" I nodded. "Yes, very. Why? Who's it by?" He sighed and shook his head. "Dude, it's by my brothers and sister. R5! How could you not know?" Oh gosh, here my ignorance. "Um, well, I kind of didn't really know who R5 was until today. Well, I actually did but I never really bothered to listen to them. My sister is the one who really likes them. I was forced to go with her but she got grounded and sold her ticket which I might add she was really upset about and I was forced to go to this show alone, not having heard of a single R5 show before in my life or who the heck they were." Ryland looked like he wanted to pass out.

"Well, I could see why he really likes you now."