((raura))
"Get ready, Laura. I'm so going to beat you." Ross smirks, grabbing a shot.
"No way. I'm going to win this." Laura states, taking one herself.
"Okay, here's the rules. Whoever takes the most shots in a minute wins. Loser has to down a bottle of vodka." Jacob, the host of the party, explains.
"I hate vodka." Laura shivers at the thought of having to try the apparent bitter drink.
"You haven't even tried it." Ross laughs.
"Well people say it's horrible so that's all I need."
"Well you got to suck it up cause you'll be drinking a whole bottle tonight."
"Time starts," the host checks his watch, "now!"
As soon as they hear the word, Ross and Laura begin to chug down the shots, not stopping for a second. The seconds tick by and both teenagers start to feel tipsy. They definitely won't be the ones driving tonight.
"Stop!"
Laura and Ross stop and watch intently as someone counts how many empty glasses left by each other person. Laura crosses her fingers, hoping she wouldn't have to drink the whole bottle of alcohol. Sure she had a few drinks before but she had never reached the limit where she was so drunk that she couldn't remember what she did and woke up with a splitting headache in the morning. She didn't want to be drunk because she was afraid to accidentally spill out her most biggest secrets: one being she's fallen in love with the the blonde haired boy standing next to her. The universe seems to be against her tonight as she hears her name after the word 'loser'.
"Yes, I won!" Ross exclaims.
He picks Laura up and spins her around. She laughs and tells him to put her back down. He listens and places her back on the ground before grabbing Laura's face in his hands and pecking both of her cheeks. She blushes at the action and he removes his hands and laughs whilst staggering a little. Ross was definitely past the "oh, I just feel a little tipsy" mark. He's more the "I can't drive home tonight and I'm definitely going to wake up feeling horrible" mark. He did have a few drinks before, though so it makes sense that his mental and physical state right now is a bit woozy.
Laura sighs and walks over to the table. She grabs the bottle of vodka and begins to chug it down. She hears the crowd cheering her name as the liquid burns down her throat. Laura soon adjusts to the unfamiliar taste of the drink and starts to enjoy the feeling she receives from the intoxicating alcoholic spirit. She swallows every last drop before placing the bottle down and swaying slightly. Her vision goes blurry but she can still make out her surroundings. The crowd cheers as she stumbles forward. She clumsily climbs onto the table, the cheers growing louder. She hiccups and a giggle escapes from her as she steadies herself.
"Laura, careful. You don't wanna fall down." Ross warns as he staggers towards her.
"Don't worry, Rossy. Come up and dance with me." She giggles, pulling on Ross's hands.
"I don't know."
"Come on. I want to dance with you." She says, placing her hand on his chest.
The feeling of her touch wakes up a few hidden sensations and he smirks as he climbs up. He sways a little but regains his balance then turns Laura around and pulls her by the waist towards him. Her back is pushed up tightly against his front side, definitely waking up a little friend of his. He places his head in between her head and shoulder and trails a few kisses up and down her neck. Laura muffles a moan and Ross grins at her reaction. An upbeat song begins to play in the background as Laura grinds on Ross. He grasps her hips tightly, his hormones going crazy by the feeling of her against him. Drunkards cheer and dance around them, taking more than necessary sips from their alcoholic beverages. Ross and Laura get moved off the table, another pair taking their place.
Another song plays and more people join in the dancing. Someone shoves Laura and she falls into Ross's arms. He holds her tightly as they stare at each other. He has no idea wether it's his intoxicated self thinking or himself but he wonders why his best friend seems so attractive at the moment. Maybe, it's because he loves her. His drunken self seems more adventurous than his sober self as he begins to speak.
"I love you." He admits.
"I love you too."
He leans down and attacks her lips with his. They kiss passionately and soon their hormonal sides take over and the innocent kiss turns into a sensual make out. Her hands tangle in his dirty blonde hair as his hands move to her waist. Ross's right hand slowly travels to her butt and she lets out a groan when he squeezes it. They pull apart from the make out, breathing heavily.
"Let's go upstairs." Ross huskily whispers into her ear.
She grins at him and they both stumble up the stairs into a vacant bedroom.
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"Damn, my head's killing me and why the hell does it hurt down there?" Laura groans, placing her hands on her head.
She stretches and lets out a quiet yawn. Her eyes fully open and then widen in shock when she realises she's completely naked. She grabs the white sheet and quickly places it on her uncovered body. Laura turns to her right and sees a blond boy, sprawled across the bed and his hair stuck up at wild angles. She lets out a giggle but remembers her situation. Flashbacks from last night run through her head and she can't believe evey thing that had happensed.
"Shit, what the hell did I do?" She whispers.
Laura's eyes travel around the room until she catches sight of her clothing. She quickly speeds towards them and clips on her bra and puts on her underwear. She's about to slip on her dress but a voice makes her freeze. She looks up at the mirror in front of her and see Ross, still laying on the bed, but looking directly at her. Laura slowly turns around and they make brief eye contact before she looks away.
Ross sighs and hurriedly puts on his clothes. They both are shocked at the fact that they had sex with one another, with their best friend, but they couldn't help but feeling happy and all giddy inside. Neither could forget the moment they said they love each other. Course they were drunk, but both knew not enough to be able to stop the other from sleeping with each other or saying those three important words.
"Laura, I knew what I said last night was when I was drunk but I did mean it and even the stuff we did, I don't regret it at all. I just need to say it again, but this time I'm sober and we weren't horny teenagers,
Ross pauses and they both slightly chuckle.
"I love you, I really do."
"Ross, I feel the same way. I don't regret anything at all. I love you, Ross."
Ross immediately engulfs her into a hug and she hugs back, the pair smiling happily. They pull away and continue smiling at each other.
"Well, now that's over, my head hurts so much." Ross groans, flopping back onto the bed.
Laura jumps on him and nuzzles her head into his neck, "Same. I think we had one too many." She kisses his neck and starts to add more pressure.
"Laura." Ross moans.
He sits up and Laura pouts. Ross chuckles at her cuteness and leans in to kiss her. Their lips disconnect and Ross leans down and whispers in her ear.
"I guess it'd be fun to make love to you instead of doing it cause we're horny and drunk."
"What the hell are you talking about, Ross? I can feel Rex!"
Ross chuckles and pushes Laura back down and crawls on top of her.
"Make love to me, Laura Marano."
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whoo, some intense raura right there. this was kinda mature, I guess. I TRIED...anyways, hope you liked it:)
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