The Bad Boy Stole My Diary.
A Raura Fanfiction.
Chapter Twelve: Alcohol & Off the Wall.
~Monday~
I awoke with my head in his Ross' chest the next morning.
His arm was wrapped around my waist tight and I had an arm draped across his chest.
I started to sit up, but soon remembered it was our Christmas break. I sighed happily, then leaned back into him and our blankets.
Wow. Christmas is so close. It's on Friday, which happens to be the last day of Ross and I's bet. It's a Christmas miracle.
I was actually really excited our bet was taking place this week. Since we didn't have any classes, he wouldn't be able to stare at other girls or cheat on me. He was forced to be at least kind of faithful. (Hopefully.)
I then started thinking about the other things that could happen this week. Christmas, Christmas Eve, and me moving out. (Well... Yay to the first two.)
I sighed softly, burying my head into his chest.
I thought about how totally unfair it was that my mom was going to force me to move out of my own home. I had grown up there, and she didn't even care. She just wanted me gone so she could move to her 'better' home. Better home my ass.
Ross shifted in his sleep, pulling me closer and snoring softly. I smiled softly, cuddling into his chest.
We laid there for about another half hour, until I heard my stomach growling loud enough to wake someone in China. I slowly pulled away, sitting up and gently kissing his cheek. He shifted, blushing softly.
I smiled and climbed out of bed, then looked at myself in front of the mirror.
My hair was down and messy, light curls from the day before still visible. I had only my white tee shirt on from earlier, as well as a pair of pink underwear. (It was embarrassing that he saw it at first, but I didn't care anymore.)
I yawned lightly and stretched, then began heading downstairs. I went into the living room, raising my eyebrows when I saw my mother on the couch.
"Good morning, sweat pea." She said, reading a book.
"Morning." I said, partially awkward because of our argument of the night before.
She eyed me softly, then sighed, "Laura, it's not fine if you have boys sleep over in your room, and definitely not only wearing that."
I blushed a bright red, "You saw that...?"
"I heard him come in through your window, I wanted to check on you. You both were sound asleep," she replied, standing up.
I felt even more awkward, so I kept looking down.
"So, how long have you been sneaking boys into my house?" She asked, crossing her arms.
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not, so I quietly replied, "It was a one night thing, Mom, I didn't even think about it. He's my boyfriend."
"Just don't let it happen again, okay? You're lucky your father doesn't live here anymore, he would've had a full on freak out." She said, her voice stern.
Thanks, Ellen. I had no idea. (Note the sarcasm.)
"I know, Mom."
"Sweetie, I just don't want you doing anything stupid. I'm trying to protect you."
