don't play song yet
Ross woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. It was ducks.
"Those god damn ducks." Ross grumbled, slammed on his alarm clock, making it stop.... quacking.
He got up, his feet making contact with the extremely cold floor. "Ross! Stop cursing out the ducks!" he hears his mother yell from the other room. He chuckled, and made his way into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, all the things you'd do in your daily life.
But that is if your daily enough, if that makes any sense.
Ross walked back into his room with only his towel wrapped around his waist.
"Psst!" a voice said. He slightly jumped at it, and looked towards the window.
It was Laura.
His eye brows furrowed. "What the hell are you doing here?" he semi yelled. "Just came to say good-morning. Geez." she says. "Well not when I'm getting dressed!" he groans. "Whatever. Just come down. Its a Saturday for gods-sake.." she said. "You are really spontaneous about visits."
"I know. Just hurry up!" she scowled him. He rolled his eyes.
"Nice outy." she refers to his belly button. He rolls his eyes once again.
"Nice inney."
"How do you know I have an inney!?!?"
"Your wearing a crop top."
She chuckled.
"You know, we'd make perfect belly button sex." he says. Her eye brows furrowed. "Just come down you idiot!" she says in a slightly annoyed tone, but a hastening voice.
"Okay Okay."
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Ross came down the stairs. "Bye mom!"
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I honestly don't know."
"Be careful."
"I will."
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Laura was waiting, leaning against her truck. Ross came out, walking towards her. "Took you long enough." she rolls her eyes. He huffed. "Whatever. Not my fault you come early in the morning and invite me somewhere." he says, and looks at her straight in the eye. He never realized how brown they we're.
"Whatever. Get in the damn truck."
He got in the passenger seat, as she sat at the drivers seat. "I just wanted to talk."
He stayed silent. "I wanted to talk you into coming into that party." she says.. He sat up. "Uh, no no no no no. I don't party." he said.
"C'mon. We could drink."
"I don't drink."
"We could dance."
"I don't dance." he says. She rolls her eyes. "Have fun for once in your life. You only live once." she says. He sighed. "I just can't WAIT until I die. Then my whole life wont be so complicated and I wont be LIVING this hell." he huffs. "Hey. Don't say that." she put a hand on his shoulder. He flinched.
She forgot his haphephobia towards people other than his mother. It wasn't severe. It only came at points in his life where he's nervous or doesn't feel very well.
"Ross. Please." she pleaded, looking into his hazel eyes. He rolled his eyes. "No."
"PLEASE!!!" she was getting closer.
"NO."
"PLEASEEEEEEEEE." their lips we're getting close now.
"NO."
"PLEASE ROSS!!" Their noses we're touching, and he was blushing.
"Fine. Just this once." he sighed. "YES!" she squealed, and hugged him tightly. She really wanted to go to this party, because it was her only time and chance to socialize and make friends, other than Ross. It was her time to actually be someone that people don't stare at when she walks down the halls.
"When's the party?" he asked, playing with the cars air freshener. "Today."
"What!??!??!" he yelled. That explained why she was dressed in a party-like way. She was wearing a tight short leather skirt, a baggy crop-top that said "LOL." and her hair was long and curled, along with her eyeliner, mascara, all that.
He had to admit, he was feeling attracted, and he didn't know why.
"Well then?Get dressed!"
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He comes back outside wearing normal casual clothes.
"Uh-uh. NO. Bad. You are going to a party!"
"News flash! I'm poor."
"I'm sure you have something to wear. Come on. I'll help."
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They we're upstairs in his room, as she looked through his closet. As she looked, he took a few glances at her ass that was just popping out to him. He couldn't help it.
He was a boy.
"This!" she got out black ripped skinny jeans, a black button up long sleeved shirt, a black leather jacket, black converse, a few necklaces, "guy liner" and basically everything black.
"You look amazing." she smiles. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"We have a few hours to kill."
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play song
They finally got to the party. They we're parking her truck in the driveway. "This is stupid. Why did I even agree on coming.." he mumbled. The music was muffled, but Ross found himself moving his leg to the song. Breton happened to be his favorite band, aside from Bright eyes and Alt-J.
"And there. Let go. I'm extremely excited!" she squealed.
They exit the truck, and they made their way to the front step of the house. The trees beside it we're TP'd, and there we're people making out on the grass. "Ew." he mumbled.
They entered the house, and it was dark. It was 11 PM at night, and the colorful lights beamed all across the house, and the music playing loudly on the boom box. You mostly could see people grinding on each other, and sweaty bodies moving side to side.
"You have got to be kidding me." he rolled his eyes.
"Lighten' up Ross. Make some friends." she yelled over the music.
"I don't need friends!" he yelled. She rolled her eyes.
They walked to a part of the house where there was a bar. "Champagne please." she says. "You're under-aged." Ross says. She sighs. "Whatever. What do you want?" she asked.
"A glass of water would be fine." he said to the bartender. He nods, and starts to get to work.
"Hey!" someone tapped her. She turned around, to find the boy that had invited her looking at her. "Oh! Hey!" she yells over the music. "Hey! I'm glad your here!"
"Thanks for inviting me!" she takes a sip of her drink, but the sips turn into chugs.
"Your welcome! My friends and I would like for us to hang upstairs. Wanna come?" he asked.
"Sure! Ross, stay out of trouble!" she says to him. "Are you telling me, or yourself?" he yells.
"Whatever. Lets go."
And they left.
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Fanfiction"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you." ------------------------- Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
