Wishin' On A Comet

Lena's P.O.V

the next couple of days were rough, I wouldn't have woken up on Tuesday if Ross didn't wake me up. He literally set his alarm so I would get up at 6, he felt pretty bad for staying up so late the night before, even if he didn't sound like it, "Sorry, Lena, you got to wake up or you'll hate me even more, now i'm going back to bed, so shut up." He growled, "Thanks a million." I hissed back at him and pulled myself out of bed. Throughout Thursday, he was out pretty late, occasionally he'd wake me up, but I was starting to get used to the painful nights. He was pretty busy this week, i'd tune in sometimes, like when R5 was filming an interview, or when he went on set. But other than that he was insanely busy. I felt stressed out for him! I think this whole connected brain thing was rubbing us both the wrong way, because by Friday afternoon, once I got home from school, we got into a fight. As stupid as it sounds, especially since it wasn't a face to face fight. I was going for a walk when I just exploded at him, yelling at the sky, I probably looked like a manic to cars passing by. I'm not even sure what I even said, I knew I was mainly upset for him constantly distracting me, I could hardly focus on school, my friends thought I was being more distant, I knew Lisa knew something was up. But he did something that surprised me, he let me vent, he didn't interject at all, he let me lose my head all why staying perfectly quite, listening. If I only knew then what he was actually doing...

Ross's P.O.V

I was napping. I totally didn't catch half of her screaming, I had to catch up on the Z's I have a date tonight and I hate to brag but i'm probably staying out late again. In heine sight it probably wasn't a good idea to interject with "Sorry, i missed most of that." because she hasn't talked to me since. I was so paranoid when I was showering, who knows what that girl is planning. But I don't think she knows I have date unless I....OH shoot, I did tell her. God Dang-it! I was adjusting my tie in the mirror when I heard the door bell ring. My mom wanting to make final adjustment to my hair, and my brothers congratulating me for taking out a model. "I got it!" I called dibs to my family before running to the door. I think I heard Lena snicker, but i'm playing it off on an overactive imagination for now. I answered the door, to see my seriously hot date, tall, brunette, what more could I ask for? "Hey Vivian." I grinned, nodding my head. she smiled at me, "Hey, Ross, I'm so excited for tonight." she smelt like vanilla, I have to make sure Lena doesn't ruin this. Just ignore her, whatever she does, it shouldn't be to hard to tone her out. Right?

Lena's P.O.V

I could just tell by Ross breathing that hes paranoid, that boy is too easy. I honestly wasn't planning anything, I was just gonna watch a movie with Lisa and Nathan, but this is kind of tempting. They were just making small talk now, I tried my hardest to not giggle at Ross's attempt at flirting. They finally got to the restaurant, I could tell because Ross was talking to a waiter about reservations, he was such a gentlemen, offering to take off her coat, pulling out her chair, my fingers prickled at the tips, I don't think I was jealous, maybe just envious...NOT, about going out with him...But you know, just, I never really had a date, let alone out with a courteous guy. In my loss of thought, I realized it was dead quite on his side of the connection. He wasn't talking at all. I told my siblings I was gonna get dinner started, since my parents where out on date night. I went upstairs to the kitchen, turned on some music so they wouldn't hear me talking, and started boiling some water for spaghetti. "So," I broke the silence between our connection. "Either this girl is talking way to much about herself, or you are in the middle of some serious awkward silence." I couldn't help but chuckle out. It was quite for a bit then Ross whispered "thanks for noticing." I just laughed. His voice echoed in my head. "Hey Vivian, i'm sorry to leave you but i'm just gonna pop into the bathroom real quick." She must of said something, then he left because a little while later he was talking in his normal voice, "OH, my God, please help me!" he pleaded. "With what?" The boy begged some more, "I...I think she has the wrong intentions, about tonight... Erg, we're literally not talking and shes just, shes just...running her foot down my leg, and trying to play footsie under the table!" He squeaked. I tried not to laugh at the poor boys misery. "Don't worry Ross I'll help you, i'll give you some questions that will steer her away from whatever shes thinking." "Really? OH thank you so much Lena!" he cheered. I just tried to hide my grin.

Ross's P.O.V

I got back from the bathroom, I think Lena could sense the tension in my voice, she just kept telling me to breath. I brushed my hair back and took my seat, tucking my feet far underneath my chair so she couldn't reach. I cleared my throat signaling to Lena to start. "Okay, ask her, what her favorite book is..." "What? why?" I muttered pretending to cough. "Its small talk Ross!" I smiled back at Vivian who look disappointed she must of been trying to reach for my legs. "So Vivian...Whats your...Favorite book?" I tried to look as interested as I could. Vivian shot me a confused look, like shes never heard of such a thing before. "What did she say?" Lena asked excitingly, I hushed out a "Shhhss." to Lena hoping Vivian didn't catch it, but the model just continued to think. "Its fine if she takes a while, It is a hard question, personally if I had to choose a single book, I wouldn't even know where to began! But if I was a series, UGH, talk about harsh, I couldn't decide between Harry Potter and The Hunger Games! not to forget Percy Jackson!" I was to distracted by Lena's talking that I wasn't sure if Vivian ever answered. "Umm, because mine, has to be The Catcher in the Rye...Ever read that?" I stuttered out, Vivian shook her head, i'm starting to get the intention this girl wasn't into books...Let alone talking... Shivers went up my spine when she found my legs again. "Catcher in the Rye! Oh I love that book!" Lena interrupted, "Have you ever read To Kill a Mockingbird? Now that is my favorite historical piece." I cleared my throat. The Waiter finally got here with our food, which was a relief, I didn't need to talk as much now. I cleared my throat again, to signal to change to conversation, Lena a list of topics "Favorite literary Hero?" "Shakespeare, but pass." I whispered into my napkin. "Hrm, If you had to go back in time, what period would you go to and why?" I looked over at Vivian mindlessly eating her salad. "Nope." I coughed. "Favorite outdoor activity?" "Anything really." we both answered at the same time, I quickly took a bite out of my pasta so Vivian wouldn't think I said anything. Lena let out a sigh "I Don't know Ross, Just ask her about modeling, stuff that would interest her. My siblings are coming up for spaghetti." Lena added, "Where was that advice and hour ago?" I whispered. Lena just chuckled.

Lena's P.O.V

Ross eventually asked her questions involving her career, and fame, and I suppose they where having a pretty good conversation after that, he would talk, continue to ask questions, and I think I even heard him laugh. I went upstairs to take a shower, and listen to him speak, it gradually became less awkward, and I knew they where getting along. But something was off still, I felt...lonely. I sat down on the bathtub floor, listening to him giggle as they got into the car, I wrapped my arms around my knees, bringing them closer to my chest, and let the shower head spray me. Then this crippling thought hit me, what about a goodnight kiss? God, its like i'm going-to be there for that. Its like i'm some jealous ex girlfriend listening in on their date, and standing outside the door as he kisses her good-bye! I let out a groan and smacked my chin against my knee. then I heard Ross let out an "Oh Crap!" my head steered back into his conversation. "Somethings wrong with my car, Vivian I'm so sorry." I lifted an eyebrow, just when you think things can't be getting any worse...