a broken, suicidal boy (man).
his best friend who wants to help.
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this does use sad, real life problems people face everyday. it's not meant to offend anyone in any way.
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amazing cover by @Rydellingtons_Child
"Laura, why do you have to look all cute if you're sitting behind a camera all day?" Ross asks, watching me as I put my makeup on. He's been sitting on my bathroom counter for ten minutes now, watching my every move.
"I don't know." I mumble, swiping silver eyeshadow across my eyelid to even out the darker color. "It's a habit now I guess." I add, doing the same to the other eye. I blend it out real fast, then pick up my eyeliner tube. "Oh, and thanks for calling me cute. Even if I've only done half my makeup and I'm still in my damn pajamas."
"I wasn't... yeah sure, you're welcome." He says, running his fingers through his hair. Does he not think I'm cute?
"When are your siblings coming with your clothes?" I ask.
"I don't know, a half hour I think." He says quietly. So you do know...
"Okay." I reply, finishing up the eyeliner, I now grab my mascara and put some on. I'm not bothering with false lashes today, because like Ross said, I'll be behind a camera all day. Once I've finished my mascara, I turn on my curling iron and then look up at Ross while it heats up.
"What?" He asks, running his fingers through his hair again.
"Nothing." I reply quietly, shaking my head slightly. "How can I get you to laugh?" I blurt out. Ross looks taken aback.
"Excuse me?" He asks.
"I uh... never mind." I whisper, picking up my curling iron. "Forget it." I mumble, beginning to curl my hair. By the time I had put a cute bra (so it shows the lacy part sticking out of the dress on top) and my orangey dress and pulled some hair back into a bun thing, the Lynch siblings had arrived. They brought Ross blue ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a light-ish grey crew neck with the word SURF written in bold in a darker grey. I helped him fix up his hair a bit and put on my own black heels before finally having all of us ready.
"So, the plan for today." Riker starts, just as Rocky starts the van up. Riker has shot gun while Rydel and Ellington sit in the front and Ross and I sit in the middle. "Andre emailed Seacrest Studios and Clevver earlier this morning asking if we can opt out of doing acoustic songs and they both agreed, so we are not playing songs at all today." I look at Ross with a confused face, to which he just shrugged and went on his phone.
"Ross?" Rydel says, turning around. "How's your waist?" My eyes widen at Rydel. Why the fuck would she ask him? Ross furrows his eyebrows for a brief second before looking at me.
"You told her?" He asks, almost in disbelief. Well fuck me everybody.
"I... I... yeah." I whisper, looking down at my lap.
"Hm, thought you'd learn your lesson from telling asswipe." He spits, shoving earbuds in his ears.
"Thanks, Rydel." I whisper, unlocking my own phone.
"I'm sorry." She whispers back, turning back around.
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