Two in a Million || Raura

37 | Dancing On My Own

Alright, to make up for my crappy chapter last week... this is an extra long chapter. Not only that, but it's the last chapter of this book. I'm not really making the epilogue very long because it shouldn't tend to be, so this will be a long chapter and probably a little messy considering I have so much to write and don't want to make another chapter. Anyways...
Enjoy💜

Two in a Million: 37 | Dancing On My Own
| Laura Marano |

*A Year and Six Months Later (June 2017)*

"What's up, guys!" I say, waving my hand towards the camera. "Okay so, I've decided to do something a little... different today... as you may know, my boyfriend, Ross, has been on tour for the past... errrr roughly sixish months?" I question. "I did go visit him about two months ago, but that's not the point." I smile evilly at the camera. "For the past week and a half, I've been sorta blowing Ross off and cutting FaceTime's short and texts minimal, just so I could do this video..." I sigh and look down.

"Yeah... I'm pranking Ross with Dancing On My Own by Callum Scott lyrics... let's hope he doesn't get too upset." I whisper, clicking on his contact... "By the way, he's in Florida right now? I don't know, around the region I think. Anyways... let's start this out."

To My Other Half💘:
Somebody said you got a new friend.

"Ah, I already feel so bad and I've only sent one thing..." I mumble. "I don't even know if he'll reply because it's like... close to eleven o'clock over there and he told me him and his brothers were going to a club and doing karaoke tonight so..." I look down at my phone and see the bubbles. "Shit, he's replying."

From My Other Half💘:
Uh... what? What brought a new friend up?

"Uh, what? What brought a new friend up?"

To My Other Half💘:
Does she love you better than I can.

"This is making me so nervous, you have no idea." I say, wiping my hands on my legs. "He responded!"

From My Other Half💘:
Does who love me better than you can?

"Does who love me better than you can? Aw, I feel so effing bad about this. I bet he's so confused..."

To My Other Half💘:
There's a big black sky over my town.

From My Other Half💘:
What the fuck is that suppose to mean, love?

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean, love." I repeat. "Yeah, that doesn't make sense for this conversation..."

To My Other Half💘:
I know where you're at I bet she's around.

From My Other Half💘:
Bet who's around? I'm at a club, babe. A million people
are around me right now.

"Bet who's around? I'm at a club, babe. A million people are around me right now. Okay, I'm so glad he did not say a million girls are around him right now because yes, that'll make me a tad upset." I reply, biting my bottom lip.

To My Other Half💘:
And yeah I know it's stupid.

From My Other Half💘:
Yeah, this is stupid. What's wrong?