For The First Time (Ross Lynch Fan Fic)

9-crowded park

I woke up with a bounce in my step park performance today! I thought. I walked over to my wardrobe to choose a killer outfit for the day when I came across an old t shirt of mine they I hadn’t worn for ages it was my greyish, white, short off the shoulder t shirt, I put that on along with a pair of shorts and black doc martens. I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection, I then picked up my guitar and school bag (no skateboard today but I might pick it up later) and headed off to Ross’.

Me and Ross were holding hands on the way to school walking really close to each other “hey me and my brother are performing together at the park again wanna see us live?” I ask swinging our hands back and forth he smiled “of course wouldn’t miss my angel singing for the world” I blushed at his comment and kissed him on the check “invite the rest of the Lynches too! The more the merrier” I said it’d be nice to have them there hearing us. He agreed to text the rest of the gang. We arrived at school and headed straight for our normal hangout the gifted department, I pushed the door open to find Jack, Ed, Max (a.k.a the twins) and Harry all hanging out by their chosen instruments “talked to the head teacher/principle/whatever then?” I asked they nodded at me and pointed to the mike “I’m guessing you guys want a jam session” I asked they nodded and Harry being Harry mocked gasped “how did you know?” I suppressed a laugh “you guys aren’t very suttle you know” I grinned and shook my head my orangey coloured hair going everywhere, I used my hand to push it back into place and took my position behind the mike. Harry counted us in and they started playing That’s What You Get by Paramore I shook my head at their song choice before I started singing

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.

 It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.

 And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can't decide

 You have made it harder just to go on

 And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

 That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

 I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

 And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.

 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.

 I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.

 Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

 That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

 I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)

 And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.

 And I'll always be just so inviting.

 If I ever start to think straight,

 This heart will start a riot in me,

 Let's start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?

 Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win!