Seventeen

                                    

                                          
A/N: I wanna hold a Q & A kind thing so comment all your questions below and the answers will be on the next chappy yay! 
                          
~Rydel's P.O.V~
                          
"Laundry hamper please." Ross knocks on my door. Haha, he was the one assigned for the laundry this week. 
                          
Luckily we didn't really do much this week. We went to two interviews in just a day so that was one special outfit and most of the days we stayed home so I just switch to tee and shorts then my pyjamas. 
                          
I grabbed the hamper and opened the door to hand it to Ross. Ross grabbed it and stared at it in shock.
                          
"Where are your other clothes?" 
                          
I point to the hamper. "In there."
                          
His eyebrows creased. "You sure?" He chuckles. "Wow, can't believe you changed," he says while matchingly shaking his head.
                          
I slap his head. "Stop playing!"
                          
"Okay! Okay," he says, still chuckling.
                          
I remembered I need to talk to him. About issues in his own life that he isn't even aware of. "Do you need to do the laundry now?"
                          
"Laundry? Me? No, you're the one assigned for this week. I'm just collecting everyone's hamper because mom said so. But you're loading them in the washer tomorrow."
                          
Me again? I did the laundry last week! Okay, nevermind. "Anyways, do have anything to do after you collect everyone's laundry?" I ask.
                          
"Umm I'm going to take a swim in the pool," he says in an interrogative tone.
                          
"I need to talk to you after you get everyone's laundry," I tell him. 
                          
"Why?"
                          
"Stuff."
                          
"Oh asking the ladies man for some love advice, aren't we?" He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
                          
I roll my eyes, pushing him away. "No, just get your job done and come to my room, okay?"
                          
*
                          
"What do you want from me Rydel?" Ross barges in my room.
                          
"Don't you know how to knock?" I snapped. 
                          
He ignored my statement and sat on my bed, grouchily. I leaned on my cabinet which was across my the side of my bed so I was facing Ross.
                          
"Tell me everything, everything that happened on that day you kissed Laura," I say.
                          
"Why?" He questions in a tone that I found rude.
                          
"Laura told me what happened and I wanna hear your side of the story."
                          
"What's up with sides?" He interrogated. "There isn't a crime or anything. Why do you need to hear the other side if the story? Bet you're quitting the band to become an investigator."
                          
"Ross!" I slammed my bedside table in anger.
                          
Damn, that hurt.
                          
But I didn't show him that my hand was in pain. I still maintained the mad, angry look on my face because that was me right now.
                          
"Okay, Rydel!" He exclaims. "I'll tell you befire you turn into a monster," he mutters.
                          
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms across my chest. 
                          
"I got out of Spanish that time and I felt kinda woozy. Maybe because of all the different, foreign words I learned. My teacher even made me translate the lyrics of Ready Set Rock in Spanish!"