"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you."
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Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
Laura drove the car silently, as Ross watched the roads pass him by the window. He looked at Laura for a second, noticing that she was a little out of focus. As if she we're a blurry photograph, misplaced in the wrong story. He felt as if he touched her, she would disappear into thin air.
Ross looked at her hair. It was pink, but he didn't know what shade. Light? Dark? Middle? Neon?
He had no clue. Wouldn't matter anyways. He wouldn't know how any of them look like.
Ross wanted to keep looking at her, to make sure that she wont fade away when he turned around.
"Laura?" he called.
"Yes?" she replied in her soft voice, very distant from whats going on. He tapped on the side of the car, thinking.
"Where do you live anyways?" he asked her. She froze, but continued driving.
"Doesn't really matter, now does it?" she says, and continued driving fairly normal compared to how she used to drive. "It does. At least to me."
Laura gave in a little chuckle, and took out a cigarette.
"Well, I live in an apartment." she gives in, lighting up the cigarette.
Ross sat up. "Lets go."
"What?!" she says a little bit surprised, taken back, and shocked for some reason.
"I wanna see your house. All you ever do is go to mine. I wanna see yours." he leaned his head against the clear window. Laura laughed. "In your dreams, puppy." he rolled his eyes at the stupid ass nickname she gave him.
"Come one Laura. Please?" he begged. Her mere presence was calling out to him. As if it we're screaming 'help' or 'dont let me go'
Its like she would drift away so soon, and that him and her would have such little time left.
"No." she started getting irritated. He grunted. "Yes! What is there to hide!" he asked her, his tone getting a little louder every moment.
"Maybe too many things to hide. Just drop it!" she shouts at him. He wouldn't stop there.
"No Laura! Come on! Just fucking once! You arent playing fair!" he yelled right back at her. She groaned, and gave in.
"Fine. Just fucking fine. But you have to wait until I say the word for you to come in." he felt like he won. "Mkay.." he kept his eyes on her at she drives, making sure she wouldn't disappear right before him.
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Ross was standing outside her apartment door, waiting for her to say the word to come in. He heard her rumbling through things, which sounded like the noise that a maraca would make, but not quite.
It was a little more different.
"Come in!" she yells. He twist the golden knob open, leading inside her apartment.
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"Uh... woah." he chuckled, looking around her living room. She crosses her arms.
"What?" he looks around, and sat on the couch. "Pretty messy."
"Oh shut up. Have you seen your room? Pft." she flicks the TV on. A random chick flick was playing, and she sat on the couch beside him.
"You like these?" he refers to the chick flick playing on TV. She opens some left over Chinese food that was sitting on the table, stuffing a fry in her mouth.
"Meh. Not into them, but I watch them sometimes. I binge watch them most of the time." she takes the ketchup beside the table, squeezing it all over the fries. He chuckles at her sloppy personality, as she stuffs french fries into her mouth once again. Ketchup was all around her lips now.
"You are a mess." Ross chuckled and shook his head. She shrugs. "I am a mess." she laughed. She moves towards him and kisses his cheek, smudging it all over him.
A few moments later, they we're heading towards her room, as they walked along the narrow hallway. He stopped him right in front of the door.
"I'll be right back." she shut the door, and he heard her shuffling through things, hearing that 'maraca' noise once again. He sighed, leaning against the wall, until she finally opened the door.
"Welcome dear, to my home-shit-home. Or in this case, 'Room-shit-room." he shook his head at her silly words, as he entered the small room. The room was painted red, but most of the paint was peeling off.
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"Wow. Neato." he says, sitting down on the big chair. She sat on the spinny chair, spinning around like a weirdo. "Wooooooo!!" she laughs. She stops, and gets up from the chair.
"I'm gonna go get some snacks. Lets watch a movie or something. I'm bored as fuck." she exits the room, shutting it close. He looks around, curious of what she hid in her room before he entered.
A little snoop around wouldn't hurt....he thought.
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HEY GUYS!!! :D I hope it hasn't been that long since I last updated! I'm more active on dyslexic at the moment right now... I don't know when a chapter of Crumpled photographs will come...
I don't know, I really wanna change the title to crumpled photographs. any thoughts? (it will still have the word photo/photograph in it.)
tysm for all the support and stuff. makes me happy c;
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-Ana
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