Laura was in Ross' dorm room, (which he barely used) laying on his bed as she smoke as cigarette, a hand behind her head. Ross walked in all of the sudden, dropping all his stuff.
"What was all that about! All your grades are gonna go haywire!" he suddenly shouts at her. She sighs, and sat up, shoving her cigarette in the ash tray.
"It doesn't really matter. I said it over and over again. I already have a degree." she says in a low tone. Ross sighed.
"If you already have all of that down, then why the hell come to school anyways!?"
She sighs, and looking around the messy room. She found an old ash tray near the window.
"Didn't you used to smoke?" she asked, changing the subject. He sighs, hesitant to answer the question. "I did, but I stopped.. you know? I didn't want an addiction, so I just stopped. Theres no reason for me to smoke. Nor even meaning in smoking any way.."
Smoking has a LOT of meaning. she thought.
"But seriously. You never answered my question. Why?" he asked. She sighs.
"I just want to be a regular eighteen year old. Not some magnificent prodigy. I dyed my hair, I smoke, I got tattoos.. I wanna live a normal life. I wanna be like the rest of them. Go to college for 4 years in your twenties, I wanna do all that stuff!" she says. The only thing you could hear was the birds chirping, as the radiating sunset colors hit the room through the window.
"I just feel like... life is going to fast for me...and I haven't lived a single bit of it. It sucks ass Ross. It really sucks being me." she looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, inhaling the same air as Ross.
"What are you talking about idiot?" he said silently. She looked at him in confusion.
"You ARE life. You ARE living." he said, looking down. "You are the life of the party, as they say." she laughed at his lame quote, nudging him playfully a bit.
"You know.. I could stop coming to school but, then I'd have less time to spend with you Ross."
He tapped his foot against the ground. "Why do you care about me so much?" he asked her. She smiled.
"Well its because.. You are the first friend I ever had, that has actually put up with all my bullshit for the longest time. I don't know how you do it Ross. You deserve someone so much better. You are the complete opposite of me, and you have so much better qualities than I do...Sometimes I wonder how long we'll last, Ross...." she sounded like she was about to cry.. what for though?
"I wanna last forever. I wanna live in peoples minds. I want to leave a message! I want to fall in love! I wanna have sex! I wanna meet new people! Try new things! I wanna do all these things before-" she stops right there, in the middle of her words. Tiny tears had slipped, but she wiped them quickly away, preventing him from seeing her face.
Why was she crying?
she sighed and got up.
"Whatever. I need to stop being a fucking baby and crying about everything.." she laughed a bit, in the middle of her tears as she cleans her face with her long black sleeves.
But you're the strongest person I know, Laura. he said in his head while she looked her.
She turned to him, "lets get the fuck outta here." she smiled at him, the sunset colors through the wide open window,shining over her what seemed like a broken face, making her tear stains a lot more visible.
Or, are you really as strong as I thought?
He got up and nodded. "Sure." she opens the door for him, even if it was supposed to be the other way around. Laura raced out the dormitory(Ross obviously walking behind her), out to in front of the school ;The so called "free world." Ross watched her as she raced to the truck, opening the door and getting in as she slammed it. She was starting the engine.
She yelled through the window. "Ross! You coming or what?"
He looked up at the sky, the once again beautiful bright orange and pink and yellow colors, spreading across the sky. The wind wooshes against his entire body, making his hair and clothes blow in the wind.
Just who are you really, Laura?
"Yeah, I'm coming." he responds, walking towards the passenger seat. They buckled up and before you knew it, she started to drive off into the Bandon Oregon road, all the way to god knows where.
Well, if there really was a god, in Ross' case.
He only stared out the window, leaving the truck silent. Not an awkward silent, but.. well just silent.
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Oh why hello there. Here is your update. :) Of course this book has and needs fluff, but theres gotta be something sad in there. But this isnt as sad as other chapter I have in mind. I really liked the vibe in this character. I imagined this really sad but peaceful music while writing it. Like a piano was in it, and I don't know the other instruments that we're in it, but I know I heard a piano. I did hear a violin as well.
It just kinda went with that sad confession vibe, you know?
But there are a lot of things we still don't know about Laura yet, so Im looking forward to the next few chapters. :)
Thank you so much for taking the time and reading my books, it means a lot to me that someones actually willing to read something I made, because most of the time, no one ever really cares about what I do, say or think because its apparently not important to those around me. Just because I'm twelve, (turning 13 on October) doesn't mean I don't have a voice that isn't important. My voice is so locked up all the time from these people ignoring me, that when I actually have the opportunity to speak, its too hard.
I honestly hate it. I hate the pressure and everything. Why do people expect so much from us? Like we we're meant to be the same. All smart, making good decisions, ignoring bad things. Why expect so much from us when you know that humanity isnt perfect at all! That we're all different in some kind of way, and we make decisions that arent gonna be so grace because thats part of human nature; its how we learn about life, and about our selves. We make decisions that people think are bad, but really, people dont really know what they are talking about most of the time.
Sorry I just went a little too deep in there. I have so many more things to say, but this really isnt the time to be talking about myself. Its just this book and this book only.
so yeah, tysm.
again, sorry for the sad chapter, (i don't know if it was sad, people feel different emotions) but i was really in a sad mood, so i went a head and took advantage of my emotions and put it into writing, but at the same time go with the story line, because maybe some of the time, all these feelings the characters in books have, we feel them once in awhile.
BUT YEAH TYSM (its 1:30 AM)
GOODBYE
-Ana
P.S
im finally back at school. WOOOOOO
8th grade is gonna be once hell of a fucking year.
I MIGHT BE LATE ON UPDATES BECAUSE OF SCHOOL AND THAT BULLSHIT SO YEAH
PEACE
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Fanfiction"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you." ------------------------- Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
