limited time | ross lynch

flirting

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"Thank you again Ross for bringing Mia home safely," my mother handed me a water bottle and one of my pills.

"Oh, it was no problem. I was really worried about her. She didn't look good at all," he frowned, looking into my eyes.

There was something about him. Something about him that made me wonder, that made me think. He seems like such a sweet guy, such a caring guy. He stayed with me as I was losing my breath and close to dying. He made sure I was well and then brought me home safely. There are limited people in this world that would've done that for me. He was, well, special, I guess.

Ross stayed for a bit, just talking to me and my mom. It never did come up why I was out of breath. The fact that I had cancer never did come up. I didn't want it to. I wanted someone to finally like me for me, and not feel sorry for me because I have cancer. I want real friends, that don't have sympathy and only stay with me because I have cancer and they feel bad. I want a normal teenage life. But I don't think I'll ever get it.

Not long after, he had to leave. I found out that he was a pretty sincere guy. He was really nice. He told me and my mom how he can play all kinds of instruments, and he can sing too. That's amazing. I've never met someone so talented. He was pretty much sweating talent.

Ross walked up to me with a goofy smile on his flawless face. He opened his arms, clearly asking for a hug. My cheeks turned a light pinkish color and I looked down, but soon led myself into his arms. He was strong, and his hugs were delicious. I took in his mesmerizing scent and let it softly flow through my nose. He smelled just as wonderful as he looked.

After we pulled apart, he grinned down at me, considering he was much taller than me. "Hey, Mia, can I uh, can I get your number?"

My jaw almost dropped, but I managed. He didn't just ask for my number. This is in your head Mia, you're crazy. But no. He gave me a seriously look with a gently smile. I bit my lip and pulled my phone out from my back pocket, and he did the same.

He placed his phone in my small hand and I carefully typed my digits. He nodded as I gave his phone back to him, and he stuck it right back into his jeans pocket.

"I'll call you soon, beautiful. Bye Mia." He winked, before leaving me alone, standing in the middle of my living room.

He called me beautiful. He called you beautiful, Mia. You're beautiful. I was no where near what he had just said about me. Mighty far from it. Was he flirting? If that wasn't flirting, I don't know what is. Well, of course, not a lot of guys flirt with me so. It feels.. good. It's, well, different. Being flirted too is really, nice.

"I think he likes you," I heard my mom cough, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I chuckled and shook my head at her silliness.

"Yeah right, mom. Someone like him could never like me," I rolled my eyes, picking a strand of hair out of my face.

I walked into the kitchen and pushed myself up onto the counter, plopping my butt down. My mother came up and stood in front of me with her hands placed softly on my kneecaps. She rubbed gently on my legs and looked up at me.

"Baby, it's obvious. The way he looks at you, it's just so pure. You are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen, M. He obviously thinks the same," she smirked.

I sighed, biting my lip. I shook my head and rolled my eyes a second time, hopping off the counter. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and began walking up the stairs.

"Hey, wait," I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the steps.

I turned around to face her. "Yes?"

"He likes you!" She shouted, smiling ever so brightly.

"I wish."