Two in a Million || Raura

9 | Dinner Disaster

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Two in a Million: 9 | Dinner Disaster
| Ross Lynch |

"Ross, answer the dang door." No wonder why my 'pillow' smells like strawberry vanilla. Grunting in response, I pull her small figure closer to my body and squeeze her a bit tighter, feeling instantly heated back up. This girl just might be the death of me. "Dude, they've been knocking for five minutes, I swear." I just nod my head in response, totally not trying to sniff her strawberry vanilla scent. "It's most likely one of your siblings." She adds, tickling my side. I let out a small squeak of a laugh, seeing as I just woke up, and scoot myself away from her. "Now I know your ticklish."

I just want to murder whoever the fuck is continuously knocking at the damn door. First off, I've been cuddling with Laura the whole night, half naked, and definitely one of my better nights of sleep. But, nevertheless, I drag myself to the hotel room door and look through the peephole to find the one and only Ryland Michael Lynch, my annoying little brother. My only little brother.

"God, Ryland. What the hell?" I murmur, rubbing my eyes. I flip off the camera on his phone because one, he has it pointing and looking me up and down, and he had a stupid grin on his face.

"Bro, it's almost one. You have to be ready in four hours. Mom told me to remind you." He says, handing me a bag.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Food. Frank went to a shop thing across the street and got us all gummies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and I believe apple juice... Oh, and some chips for you two to share." I nod my head now yawn again. "She didn't care that you slept in your underwear?" He asks, a little curious.

"Um, no, she didn't care." I reply, looking in the bag. "Thanks, bye, Ry." Before I could successfully shut the door, his foot went in the way. "Yes, I'll tell you later." I mumble. He gives me a thumbs up and walks away. Finally heading back to the comfy bed, I notice Laura sitting up against the headboard and on her phone. Damn.

"What's in the bag?" She asks. The covers stopped at her hips, meaning her stomach and up wasn't under the covers and she still only had her sorts bra on.

"Literally, a little kid lunch. But I'm not complaining, I'm starving." I say, sitting down beside her. I rip the bag open and hand her a juice box, a sandwich, a packet of gummies, and then I opened the bag of potato chips.

The food had disappeared awhile ago and all Laura and I have been doing is laying on our backs, a foot away from each other, staring up at the ceiling and talking about anything, especially laughing our asses off at stupid comments or jokes. I wouldn't have it any other way, though.

"What's the worst possible thing you've ever done in your life?" She asks me. What is the worst thing I've done? Oh, I know.

"Listening to Andre about dating someone. Regret every single fucking second of it." I murmur the last sentence, hoping she wouldn't bring it up. My past is the past, bad decisions were made on the both of us, and I don't ever wanna bring it up again. "What about you?" I ask, turning my head to look at her. She had her eyes closed tightly and her nose scrunched up a little.