Ross Lynch Imagines

Paper clips, Long Driving, Junk Food and Red

(yes the title is very odd and doesn't make sense.... But it will, trust me ;) )

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"When are we going to be there?" You groan in the passenger seat, beginning to get fidgety and irritated. You and Ross, your best friend since you were infants, have been driving for hours now, you were hungry, and uncomfortable.

"We are just passing through Virginia," Ross chuckles in the driver seat, pulling over in the other lane on the highway. "Road trips have long rides, Y/N."

"Ross," you moaned impatiently. You two were on the way to Florida, where you would be staying for the next week. But the only issue was, you will not be arriving Florida for quite some time, but you can't afford that at the moment. You are in agony, you are craving junk food, you are feeling extra cranky and moody, and red. Yes, unfortunately out of all days you little red friend decided to take her monthly visit today. "Can we take a bathroom break?" You pointed the exit sign on the side of the busy highway.

"We did just an hour ago!" Ross protested.

"Ross, I need paper clips," you said.

"Paper clips?" Ross repeated like it was the most insane thing he has ever heard.

It seemed like a silly necessity, but you truly needed paper clips. Like every other normal girl on their period, your breasts get extra numb and they get slightly bigger in size during this period of time (no pun intended). And your bra you were wearing was a flimsy sports bra, so you needed paper clips to latch onto the bra straps to hold up your breasts supportively.

"Yes, paper clips," you confirmed. "And maybe some Oreos, chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate. Oh, also possibly some spirit sticks." You cringed at your secret code nickname for tampons, but you thought it was creative.

"Okay, chocolate," Ross chuckles, pulling off the highway. "I am still confused on the paper clips... But what the hell are spirit sticks? Some type of candy?"

"Yes, candy," you snickered. "That's a good name for it." Ross obliviously shakes his head as he pulls into a gas station parking lot, muttering something about you are crazy and why am I friends with you?

You eagerly hopped out of the car, darting inside of the gas station's shop. You scavenged like a crazy woman on her period (literally) through the aisles, collecting bars of chocolate, a package of birthday cake Oreos, two bags of spirit sticks, then a tiny baggy of paper clips. You brought you odd collection to the cash register, ignoring the girl with flaming red hair weird glances at the pile.

After paying, you run into the filthy bathrooms to clasp a paper clip on the bra straps and put on a tampon. Once you emerged from the shop and climbed back in the car, Ross stared at you with a glistening look of amusement in his gorgeous eyes.

"All good to go with your snacks and paper clips?" He chuckles to himself as he roars the engine to life.

"Yep," you hum, taking a bar of chocolate out of plastic bag. "Spirit sticks inserted and paper clips latched."

"What?" Ross gapes in confusion. "Spirit sticks inserted...? Wait, what–ohhhh!" Ross cringed in disgust as realization hits him. You hurl over in laughter at his reaction. "That explains everything. They are tampons. You are very moody today, you are craving junk food...but paper clips?" A distorted face comes across his face only making you laugh harder.

It was strange that you were telling your guy friend these kind of girly stuff, but you enjoyed his reactions.

"Paper clips are for my bra," you take a bite of chocolate. "During that time of the month usually my boobs get bigger than normal and I need to hold them up with paper clips."

"Woah, woah," Ross cuts you off. "Number one, what the actual hell and number two, that's freaking weird."

"Perks of being a female," you giggled. "What weird things do you boys have to do?"

You regretted even asking once he begins smirking.

"Don't tell me," you say too quickly, burying your face in your hands. "Please don't or I will never speak to you again."

"Touché," Ross sobs mockingly. You shook your head at him, threatening to not allow him to eat any of your birthday cake flavored cookies if he continues his little act. "You know it's strange that I like a girl who calls tampons spirit sticks, using paper clips for her bras, craves birthday cake Oreos, and does not blush once when she talks about her womanly problems."

You gasp at his words, but strangely feel flattered. He likes you. The confession caught you completely off guard, and you forgot all about the teasing from earlier.

"Aren't you a sweetie," you reach across the center console, poking his cheek. "You practically swept me off my feet."

"My pleasure," he purrs with a wink. "But seriously, I mean it. I really like you."

"I know," you grinned happily. "I like you, too... Eww, that sounded so first grade of us."

"Says the one who calls tampons spirit sticks," Ross fires back, cringing in distaste. "Not very attractive, Y/N."

"Want to here what I call condoms?" You snickered teasingly.

"Nooo!" Ross shouts, shaking his head.

"Cock sock!" You exclaimed with a laugh.

"A cock sock?" Ross laughs loudly. "That is so ridiculous."

"Mmm, I thought it was creative..."

"Let me guess, do you have any of these cock socks?" Ross questions jokingly.

A blush creeps onto your cheeks as he asks this. Ross glances at you, his eyes widening.

"I was only joking!" He giggles. "But you really do...why?"

"They may come in handy," you smirk with a wink. Ross's eyes dilate, beginning to bite his bottom lip. You watch in satisfaction as his eyes hungrily roam your body. "But I suppose not because it would be a bloody mess."

"I don't mind," Ross says smugly.

"Too bad," you snort. "No sex during my spirit stick time... But the cock socks are cotton candy flavored." You wiggle your eyebrows knowingly.

Ross's jaw drops as he slams his foot on the brakes.

"You are such a fucking tease when you are on your period." Ross moans in sexual frustration.

"I know I am," you appraise yourself. "But baby, who ever said those cotton candy cock socks were for you?" You bat your eyelashes.

Again, you earn another frustrated moan from his lips, only causing you to burst into laughter.

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hehe I am laughing at myself!! I am so sorry to anyone who is sensitive to this, but I love these dirty sex puns and jokes.

~yours truly💕