◾one-shots ▫auslly / raura

anger - raura

Ross viciously punched the wall, leaving a dent where his hands were, which are now bleeding. He didn't care. Nope. But he carried on - punching and punching, until his hands went numb. Throwing and throwing, until there's nothing left but a shatter. Crying and crying, until he could no longer breathe. On the other hand, Laura was waiting for him to reply to her phone calls and texts, worried on what might of happened to him - but all was left of a voicemail of him and his girlfriend, Rachel.

"Sorry I can't call right now, too busy with this amaze." "Yo!" They giggled on the phone. "Call you later." Laura sighed dropping her iPhone and placing it back in her pocket. She took her backpack and wooly sweater, placing them on her back and walking to his house in the cold rain. He lived a few hours from her house, but she didn't care. She just wanted to see him, and cuddle in his strong arms. When she finally arrived, the horror sunk into her when she heard screaming and crashing of what seems to be guitars and glass. Her lip wobble and her body shivered with fear. The door swung open and revealed his large house. Usually it will be spotless, and tidy - but it was a wreck. Tissues, glass, flipped over chairs - even mouldy pizza and left-over foods. Her nose cringed. Laura silently tiptoed into Ross' large living room, and every step she took she felt more scared and his crying and shouting got louder. She walked onto the spot where she was right behind him, seeing the wreck he was - throwing DVD's, and kicking the TV. Yup, he has anger management. Bad. Really bad. He has been stressed over the simplest things, from offering him food, to touching his hair - it started ever since he was 7. When he heard Laura's large sigh, he slowly turned around and saw a small, fragile girl in her oversized sweater in converse, bawling her eyes out. "What's wrong?" Was all she got out. "What's wrong?" She asked again, speaking a bit louder. Ross' nostrils blew when he took a deep breath - while he took a serious face. Right now he looked like a bull getting ready to attack. His face then grew from and angry one to a sad one. "Rachel broke up with me." Laura stopped crying and looked back up at me. "Well, I-I don't know what to say, Ross. You can't just wreck the whole house because you broke up with your pity, dumb girlfriend! What do you expect me to do?" Laura shouted, but not too angrily. Ross' head lowered, only seeing his eyes. This made Laura's fear come crawling back. "What did you say?" He said quietly with a deep voice. "I didn't-" "What did you say?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Laura's legs shook. "I said pity, dumb girlfriend! You know, didn't you realise that everytime I wanted to hang out with you you'd slap me and say you wanted to hang out with Rachel, huh? Didn't you realise that you never noticed me when you were with her? You've changed! And also, you never-" He cut her off by cornering her into a wall and smashing his lips onto hers. Her first kiss? Yes. Did she feel sparks? Yes.