Heard It On The Radio By Ross Lynch Novels & Stories

Both of them knew whose benefit it was for, and both of them knew that the message was received. x - x - x Color crept up to Tristan’s cheeks as he abruptly turned off the radio as if caught red-handed during a crime. He did not like how Roth assumed that he would have been listening to the sex doctor show, and more than that he didn’t like how Roth’s assumption was correct. After rubbing his palms together for a while, he shook his head and turned the radio again. There was no one there to see him and Roth would never know whether or not he was listening to the show.

So I texted him, “Where are you ?" He texted back almost immediately "I'll see you in school tomorrow." I wanted to ask more questions, but I restrained myself. A sharp pain surged through my chest as I thought about Ashley. Blake looked at me through the rearview mirror and noticed my uneasiness, so he turned on the radio, in an attempt to draw my attention. The voice on the radio was a reporter from the local newspaper, he was describing the body of a young girl which was found on the outskirts of town.

Ross asked with desperation and the other line remained silent. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” He shouted in anger, making Chandler jump a bit. “Hello? Who is this? I just found this in the dumpster ... .What did this woman do though I don't have a television so I need some drama?” Ross clung to his hand with so much force, Chandler thought he would crush it so he quickly collected it from Ross. “Okay…okay…A dumpster where? And what's your address?” Chandler asked smartly as he believed it would lead them to Nina or maybe it was the same area.

I didn't care if Tony listened to a conversation that concerned him. In fact, I pulled out my earpiece, hung the cord over my shoulder, and turned up the volume knob on my radio, increasing the sound. Ashton looked puzzled, his brows furrowing. But I couldn't help but smile. Just wait and see, wolf scout. Perth's voice crackles through the earpiece, reaching both Ashton and me. The urgency in his tone is evident as he seeks information about Tony's upcoming plans. The approaching Camp-Away event has thrust Tony into the spotlight, with his presence constantly making headlines.

You hear things whether you want to or not. I’m halfway through a cigarette in the yard when two idiots at the next table start yapping about the news coverage from last night. Some raid Jace and the boys pulled. My boys. Then I hear it. A voice, clear as a church bell, drifting from one of the guards’ radios nearby. “Ingrid Bishop was seen—” My head turns automatically. The grainy clip plays for half a second, showing her in that white dress, light on her face. Beautiful. Untouchable.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Ross and I had met at work in Ameesia. We had encountered all kinds of problems a couple would in our five years of dating, but we had never mentioned breaking up. Ross seemed unable to comprehend what I had just said. After a pause, he asked, "Do you even know what you're saying?" I softly replied, "I do." Just then, Laurel Elledge's voice came through the phone. "Ross, can you help me find some painkillers? I think I might have a fever."

My all doubt cleared when I heard Winona speaking. “Do you think it will be easy to Kill Jaxton Rossi? He's Rossi, you are talking about.” I felt like I was struck by lightning discovering the truth. My hands flew to my mouth before a gasp left my mouth. I didn't want them to know that I was eavesdropping on their conversation.

I lean forward, “the rumors that keep circulating. How did you get to hear about them? I haven’t seen such news in the media.” “Wellll...” She shifts uncomfortably. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but I overheard Mr. Alex talking to Jake. According to them, someone close to the Ross family says that Von Ross disbelieves Melinda planned the whole thing on her own.” She crosses her arms. “Von Ross’s greatest strength is secrecy, so they don’t know if the source is authentic or not.” Wow. So Alex has been investigating? “Besides,” she continues, “it’s a good thing that Mr. Alex is also utilizing resources to see if Von Ross is investigating the issue.”

"What did you see when I was out?" I asked again. He opened his eyes. "We're connected by something, I've always known that. I can probably feel it stronger than you because I'm just a soul, nobody can hold me back. I can hear your feelings and that's how I stick to this world. But nothing has ever been as strong as it was when I touched your shoulders just now. Normally I feel the waves of anger, sadness, happiness but at that moment I heard fully-fledged thoughts. They were screaming with bits of conversation. They burned out loud like stars, shouting out so loudly and all at once that I could only decipher bits. Ross's your brother. Your mother cheated. Mr. Rivera's your biological father

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1985 I was supposed to be off today, but I woke up early anyway. It was chilly outside and the sky was clear. I picked up the two copies of the Press Citizen that lay on the sidewalk, carried one of them back to Mrs. Walshan’s door on the ground floor and tossed the other one into the passenger seat of my car before pulling out into the street. I reached for the radio to check in with Dispatch, but then thought better of it. The night we found Boyd, the chief had told me to leave my radio off so none of the busybodies with scanners would butt in. News of the case was no secret anymore, but I had a feeling there were more people listening in for any tidbits and I knew the