Forbidden Love (A Ross Lynch Love Story)

Stop The World

I lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling. The four bland white walls surrounded me. It was THE ceiling, THE bed, THE walls. Not my ceiling. Not my bed. Not my walls. This wasn't my place. This wasn't my home. This wasn't my life.

Cat was my life. Not this.

I had spent the entire night moaning and groaning, trying not to cry. It hurt my chest, an actual deep hurt, every time I thought about her. I was waiting for her.

Waiting for her call.

It was almost time for the sun to rise in Atlanta. I hadn't slept though. I should just call her now. What if I bug her? What if she decided to sleep in but I wake her up? What if she doesn't want to speak with me?

This hurts. The conflict of stabbing emotions swirling in my head. All of them about Cat. Oh, Cat. My beautiful Cat. I missed her so much. I just wish I could die. I feel so defined within my emotions about her. To me, this shows one thing.

My very definition is confliction.

The voices tear at me. All I want to know about is what Cat is doing. What she's wearing. What she's thinking. Where she's at. Why can't I just be with her?

I reach over to my iPhone and I open the keypad and type in her number. My thumb lingers over the green call button. Should I press it? Do I call? No. Yes! Just as I'm about to press the button her face pops up on my screen. The top reads, "My Baby <3 Would Like To FaceTime." The marimba tone went off and I pushed accept right away.

The "connecting" motion went off and I waited to see her face.

The audio came first.

I heard a strangled cry and a sniffle before a white light flashed on the screen. It slowly adjusted to regular color and I saw Cat sitting there with a blanket covering her and her hand over her mouth.

"Ross?" She whispered/mouthed. She had quite obviously been calling for a while. The stomach churns and heart pains began again when I saw her and my eyes started watering. "Baby." I replied, my voice crackling painfully.

"I think we should break up." My mouth said on its own accord. Whoa! Where did THAT come from?!

I heard a door close down my hall. I was the only one in this hall besides my parents. My mom left for the store about 10 minutes ago. That meant.... Oh crap.

Talk about bad timing.

"I've gotta go!" She shook her head with protest. "Ross-"

"No. I have to hang u-"

"No." She cut me off.

"I've got to."

"No. Ro-" She began.

" I really-" I cut her off back, only to have her protest.

"Please." She pleaded

"I'm sorry."

"Ross! Please! No!" I heard her sob as I hung up on her. My dad decided to choose just that moment to pop his head in. "Everything okay?" He asked.

"Yep!" I said popping the 'p'.

He left and I realized the harsh reality of what had happened. Cat thinks I broke up with her. Oh gosh. My phone rang and I saw her caller ID. My finger hovers over the accept button. Should I answer? Why wouldn't I?

I shook my head. What is wrong with me today? I moved to answer when something in the back of my head began to bother me. I moved to click the button. The "deny" button. I quickly turned my phone off and played it on the nightstand beside me.