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I woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling and a stupid smile on my face, I quickly go to the bathroom and take care of my business. I didn't even bother to change. All I had on was a my underwear and Ross's flannel, with no bra.
I walk down the stairs to see Ross making breakfast. Aw. I sneak up behind him and wrap my hands around his waist and placed my chin on his bare shoulder. I forgot to mention that he was shirtless ;).
He placed his spatula down before picking me up and placing me on the counter. My arms were draped around his neck as his were on my waist. "Your beautiful" he stated after a while. I blushed " thanks,"." I'm gonna fix us breakfast , okay princess?" I nodded and blushed even harder at his nickname for me. 'Princess' that's so cute.
He finished and served me the food. I told him thanks since he never really does this for anyone. " only for you" he replies. I smile.
We talk while slowly finishing the food. It was delicious. I forgot about the wedding for a while, I needed to talk to our parents about it.
" hey, I was kinda wondering about the wedding, I mean the dates getting closer and closer. I wanna ask our parents about all the invitations and clothing and stuff like that" I say.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it too. Do you wanna ask them today?" He asks before gulping down his glass of water.
"Um..that can wait. We could do it tomorrow, I just want to spent time with you at home" I say blushing again.
"Aw.. Okay sure" he says giggling. Like who giggles. Ross Lynch everybody. My fiancé and soon to be husband.
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It was late night and me and Ross were sharing a blanket cuddling while watching a movie. My eyes drooped and soon I fell asleep.
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I looked at her. She was so god damn gorgeous. I can't keep my eyes off her. She was just too pretty, like a goddess. I looked down, I've noticed she barely changed her clothes and he breasts her covered by my thin flannel. I placed my head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat. That heartbeat was mine. Cause she said she loves me. I was so surprised that she said she loves me back honestly. I thought she was gonna freak out and never want to see my face again. But she says she does, and that's the only thing that's making me happy right now.
I heard my phone ring. I softly got up, and looked at the screen.
Meghan. I scoffed, what does she want. I forgot to delete her number. I don't want to see her ever again.
I rolled my eyes as she kept calling me as I kept pressing the red ignore button. Finally I gave up and accepted the call." what the fuck do you want ?!?" I ask her careful not to wake Taylor.
" you know.. I'm kinda horny right now..can I come over?" She says in a 'seductive' voice.
" bitch no" I say angry
" oh calm on, leave your loser fiancé alone, and fuck me." She says again
"Oh for goodness sakes, no I will not fuck you. You should go and fuck yourself. And my fiancé is NOT a loser. You are. You are a desperate slut who needs attention. My fiancé is WAYYY prettier than you. At least she isn't fake unlike you, who has a dye job, fake nails, plastic breasts, and the worst personality in the world. I love Taylor and we will get married so I don't have to see your fake ass face ever in my life" I huffed out in annoyance as I heard her silent on the other end of the line.I hang up, and deleted her number and also blocked her and put my phone away. I walk over to Taylor and cuddle with her.
She stirs in her sleep, " thanks for all of that.. I love you" she says groggily half asleep. " anything for my princess, I love you too". We spent the rest of the night take naps and kissing now and then.
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Married To My Enemy, Ross Lynch
FanfictionTaylor Dawson is a 17 year old who hates the one and only...Ross Lynch But he loves her! Does she have the same feelings? Until one day, her parents tell her that they are getting married. Will they fall in love? or Break Apart?