Two in a Million || Raura

4 | I Enjoy Talking to This Guy

I know I shouldn't be upset over this... but I am. One person commented on my last chapter, only two before that. Like... Is it so hard to type up a one word compliment? The low amount of comments tells me you guys aren't enjoying my story... I get it, I don't comment sometimes too, and I really try to do it when I read stories. Thanks for all the votes, though! The sweet comments just make me feel better about my writing, that's all. Thanks for everything!

Two in a Million: 4 | I Enjoy Talking to This Guy
| Laura Marano |

From Ross Lynch🎤:
I know it's probably really early for you, but I just wanted to say good morning. Remember sometime last week when you asked me what my favorite place to visit? Well, I've changed it to either Copenhagen, Denmark because they're lifestyle is chill. Or Israel because their building and camel rides are dope.

Okay, it's official, Ross Lynch is the sweetest person ever. For the past week and a half, we've been on and off talking. We mostly talk at night time, when he's done with his concert, but we sometimes talk during the day, if I'm not busy or he's not busy. Sadly, this text was sent three hours ago, meaning it was probably noon where he is and that means either sound check or reviewing the lights or set list. He may have told me before or they work their show days...

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Aw, good morning! Isn't Copenhagen have good diners? Haha, I think my friend told me you've been there before actually.

Making my way to my bathroom, I begin to put my hair in a messy bun. Today, I've decided to film a makeup tutorial since I did a fall clothing haul last week, and people requested my makeup for it. I grab my makeup bag and walk next door to my filming room, where I had all my lights up and everything. Since this will be a voice over, it'll take a little while to film it, hours to edit it, and I still have to go to target and buy a few cheep, oversized shirts for a video coming up.

Before I could even sit down, my phone dings from my room. Sighing, I get up and grab my phone, seeing a text message from Ross himself.

From Ross Lynch🎤:
Yeah! Is your friend a big fan or something?

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Maia Mitchell? I'm positive you two did two movies together... You know, where you sang, danced, surfed... Sort of like a beachy musical?...

From Ross Lynch🎤:
You know Maia?

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Yeah, mutual friends. Sorry to say this, but I need to film a video. I can text you later?

From Ross Lynch🎤:
Yeah sure. What kind of video though?

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Makeup tutorial. Not a video you'd enjoy 😂

From Ross Lynch🎤:
Haha, okay. Talk to you later then.

To Ross Lynch🎤:
Bye!

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It was currently seven in the evening, I had just started to edit my video, but I was already beginning to yawn. I've done absolutely nothing today, yet I'm so incredibly tired it's unbelievable. Let's see, Ross is in Virginia now, which is three hours ahead, meaning it's like ten there... Eh, he'll read it later.