A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to my first reviewers! I don't think you know how much that meant to me Also, thank you to anybody that favorited/followed, or who is even reading this. This is my first published work, and I really appreciate any kind of support! I haven't updated this in kind of a while, so here's the latest chapter! (Sorry if they're short, I promise as I get deeper into the story they will be longer.)

Rydel had just finished making breakfast, and she went to call the boys to eat.

Humming softly, she reminisced on the previous night.

It had been incredible.

They had all been on fire. It was honestly one of their best concerts to date.

She was happy for other reasons as well, however. Rydel blushed when she thought about the way her and Ratliff had interacted on stage. They had been fun and flirty. But that was nothing new.

When they did the Seven Nation Army cover, it had gotten steamy. Like, really steamy.

Like, she was getting turned on just thinking about it, steamy.

And then there was after. It was after the concert and the meet-and-greet. She had just been packing up in her dressing room, when there was a knock on her door.

"Rydel?"

It was Ratliff.

She had opened the door eagerly, and there he was. God, how had she not noticed how attracted to him she was? She had always felt it, but never acted on it.

He seemed nervous. He couldn't even finish a sentence.

"Rydel, I-"

"Do you-"

"Maybe- shit."

Until finally, he just murmured a "Fuck it," and kissed her. .

And there it was. Her first kiss. Her first kiss, and it was with Ratliff. Her best friend, her soul mate, her rock.

It was perfect.

Frowning, she remembered how he had handled afterwards. He had blushed, apologized, and ran off. Ever since, he had been avoiding her. She didn't know why, but honestly, she figured he had a good reason.

She was not going to let it ruin her mood, that was for sure.

Rydel made a mental note to ask Riker if Ratliff had said anything.

But when she got to Riker and Rocky's room, all thoughts about Ratliff were pushed from her mind when she saw Rocky huddled against the door, his face in his hands.

"Rocky!" she rushed over, putting an arm around him.

He looked up, startled. "Shit, I'm sorry," he said quietly, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked, shocked and confused. Rocky never broke down like this.

"Shh," he whispered. "Seriously, be quiet. Let's go somewhere else."

She tried to protest, but he had already pulled her to her feet and was leading her down the hall. He stopped when they got to the living room, too far for Riker to hear them from his room.

"Rocky, what's going on? You're freaking me out."

Rocky paced back and forth. "Look, I don't know if I should tell you."

"Tell me what?" Rydel asked, worriedly.

"He told me not to tell…" he trailed off, talking more to himself than anybody.

"Who did? Is it Riker?" she remembered the confrontation from last night. "Rocky, seriously. Tell me," she demanded.

Rocky stopped pacing, and closed his eyes. "Riker's depressed."

Rydel frowned. "About what?"

He shook his head. "No, like clinically depressed. Like suicide-watch depressed."

She gasped. "What?" She turned back to the hall, ready to rush into her older brother's room. But Rocky grabbed her arm and held her back.

"No, Rydel. Please. He told me not to tell," Rocky pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears again. Rydel stared at him, more in shock than anything, before breaking down as well. Rocky pulled her into his arms, comforting his older sister, even though he needed comforting too.

"He said he'd get better," Rocky said, his voice breaking off. "But I don't know."

"We're going to help him," Rydel sobbed. "We have to."

"Help who?"

Rocky and Rydel whirled around, to see Ross standing in the living room, looking extremely confused. And behind him was Riker.

Rydel studied him, and besides the slight weight loss and dark circles under his eyes, she had to admit there wasn't much of a difference in her brother's appearance. He didn't carry himself differently, he didn't act much differently, and he didn't treat any of them differently.

Even now, he watched them worriedly. But he didn't seem worried that they knew about him. He seemed worried, like he genuinely didn't know what was wrong with them.

Rydel felt herself doubt Rocky's claims.

But when Rocky made eye contact with Riker, she saw his head shake, although it was barely noticeable. And that confirmed it for her.

Ross, however, had no idea what was going on.

"Help who…?" he repeated slowly, frowning at his older siblings.

Rydel panicked, and looked to Rocky for help. But he seemed just as caught off guard as she did, and he stared back at her helplessly.

She wanted to say something. Run to her older brother, hug him, tell him it would be okay. Tell him he would get better. Tell him they would help him.

But something about the way Riker was glaring at Rocky made her stay quiet.

Ross cleared his throat loudly, still waiting for an answer. Rydel opened her mouth, ready to spew some bullshit answer that probably wouldn't make sense.

"Ryland," Riker cut in. "He's… um, well he's failing some classes, and he might not be able to graduate."

It was a lame excuse, and Rydel knew Ross didn't buy it. He frowned at Riker, confused, but then shrugged, dropping the subject.

"Rocky, I need your help with something," he started excitedly. "I think I have a song coming on, but I can't figure out the chorus."

Before Rocky could protest, Ross had dragged him down the hall. Rocky looked back helplessly at Rydel, then disappeared into Ross's room, leaving Rydel and Riker alone.

It was silent for a while. Riker refused to look directly at Rydel, and she knew she had to say something.

"I made breakfast," she informed him.

"Cool."

"Want some?"

"Nah, I already ate," he answered.

"Really?" Rydel continued, raising her eyebrows. "What did you have?"

Now he looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "Cereal. Why?" His heart pounded. Rocky had told her.

"Please eat, Riker," she pleaded.

He was going to deny it again, but the look on her face stopped him. She was crushed, he knew. Riker realized that Ross wasn't the only one who would be ruined by his actions. It would kill his whole family.

And he made a decision right there, to do this for them.

"Rydel, will you help me find a therapist?"