Ross Lynch Imagines

Too Hot*

Quick Author's Note:
Okay, so I want to be completely professional about this since this is my first smut imagine I am writing. Take note of the "*" on titles for now on which means the imagine will contain inappropriate content... So here it goes!

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"This is horrendous," you groaned, tugging on the ends of the black tight-fitting bodycon dress that clung to your body that was way too short for your liking. "This dress is slutty, these heels are going to murder my ankles, this lipstick color is too bold, and tonight is going to be a disaster."

Your best friend tossed her head back, her body vibrating with laughter. "Already OCDing, huh?" She quirked up an eyebrow amusingly.

You pursed your red painted lips in a twisted frown. "No time for joking, Liz," you demanded. "Lizzy, you are making me wear one of your dresses that screams whore, you are forcing me to wear these towering heels, and you are dragging me to a party I already hate."

"Why are you always so cynical and negative?" Lizzy pouts, flattening out the wrinkles in her halter crop top. Her outfit still showed too much skin for your liking, but you would rather wear what she was wearing than this slutty dress. "We're in college, Y/N. It's our junior year, you studied hard all three years, never goofed off–don't you think you deserve a break? You can't graduate college without fulfilling the college lifestyle. You are a party-virgin, Y/N."

"I am not," you protested. "I have been to high school parties before and they sucked. Everybody always gets drunk, some girl gets knocked up, and somebody falls off a roof–they are reckless, pathetic, and never end well. I like being smart and this is not being wise."

"Oh stop it," your friend playfully slapped you. "See, here you are already downing something fun. You need to loosen up and be carefree for once in your life."

"I am perfectly fine in my comfort zone," you defend, slightly baffled by this. Lizzy was forcing you to some frat party tonight and you knew this was going to be awful. Lizzy may vow to never leave your side, but she was bound to part ways sometime during the night. Unlike you, Lizzy is a party queen and loves every string attached. You did not understand why people had to get high off of drugs, sex, and alcohol to feel something–perhaps pleasure or euphoria.

Why not get high off of life? But unfortunately, you are stuck in an imaginary world that existed years ago where teenagers did not rebel. But you are twenty one now and you have never gotten drunk, which you feel pride in.

"Well that's great," Lizzy says, opening the door of the dorm you two shared. "But Y/N, can I just be your annoying best friend for a moment and–"

"–you already are," you cut her off, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You need to stop being so stiff and tense," Lizzy scolds. "Y/N, you are a twenty one year old girl on the outside, but on the inside you are a goodie-two-shoes, dark and twisty, and a rotting, decaying, grandmother beyond her years. You need this in your life or you may never get out of your comfort zone which is following the rules, studying too hard, and never enjoying life."

"Are you saying I am boring?" You gasped, your heart dropping into your stomach. "That I am only a made up character in a cliché movie who has no life?"

"No!" Lizzy shrieks. "You are not entirely boring...you just–"

You unfolded your arms, your shoulders slumping. To say that your feelings were hurt was an understatement. To here things like this coming from your best friend hurt because it was true. You knew it was true all along, but apparently everyone around you now knew.