Ross Lynch has bullied misunderstood Skylar Jones, for most of her life.
Yeah, yeah everyone is called Skylar these days.. When we all think we know the story of the fairy tale ending, 'they live happily ever after' Well no this is life, not Cinde...
"To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float."
— Alan W. Watts
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Picture: Ross and Skylar sitting on the beach
Video: Waves by Mr Probz (Deep House music Remix)
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Skylar's POV
We got out and got our things ready for the beach! "Hey ross?" I shouted trying to search for his attention- I stood and looked at my closet, in absolute confusion as to where all these 'new clothes' came from and where they where placed, "yeah bubs" he replied back- 'bubs' oh god how that gave me butterflies in my stomach! "Can you help me?" I pleaded. Ross walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in mouth and a towel wrapped lowly around his waist! Looking up and then down with wide eyes, I returned my head forward to again be greeted with the confusion as to were my swimsuits where?
"What do you need help with?" He asked, "do you know where my swimsuits might be?" I uncertainly asked. He looked up and his eyes widened "These?" He asked as he pulled out a very small triangle bikini! Oh my god, I'm going to kill his sister.
"What the hell?" I said with a disbelief accent! I looked at Ross with a shocked reaction as his expression mirrored mine! Our jaws where wide open as he held the bikini in the air.
"I'm not wearing that-" at how certain my voice was I was cut off by Ross's voice! "You right as hell your not wearing this" he said with a bit of annoyance. Wait, what? I thought guys would love to see girls wearing this stuff. I looked at him with multi emotion face on. He held it down so he could see my full reaction. He confidently spoke "I'm not letting anyone seeing my girls body with this much exposure." I felt a bit strange, weather he called me 'his girl' or him being seriously possessive. I didn't argue with him because I was happy he agreed with me that It showed to much skin but, I felt like he had just created the idea of him having some final say over me, Doesn't matter- I shrugged it off. Probably a one time thing.
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"So what shall I wear?" As I played with the rope on my bathroom robe with my eyebrow lifted! He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist "Your not wearing that bikini for sure" His grip got a lot more stronger- it didn't hurt though because I had a fluffy polar bear bathrobe on, but I was still stuck with what to wear "Help me" I moan as I go in a strop like a little 6 year old kid. He shot me a smile and looked at the rest of that shelf to see similar looking bikinis, "AGGHH! Is that all I have" I say as I sit on the bed and look at bikini after bikini after bikini! To be honest some where actually okay bit Ross always found something wrong with them, like 'it shows too much' or 'you will attract to much attention'
