Ross Lynch Imagines

City of Lights (spin-off): The Arising Affair

You hear the sound of the door opening and closing before the clicking of it locking. That's your signal that Alex has left for work, and you have all day to do whatever you please till' he comes home to the apartment. You got out of the bed you share with him and emerged into the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee. The red light on the coffee pot was still glowing, which meant Alex had left some remaining coffee. You grabbed a mug out of the cupboard, and poured the scorching black coffee in your mug.

After that, you sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the T.V. You flipped through the channels, selecting a random movie and sipped your vanilla flavored coffee with two packets of Splenda sugar. You knew you should probably swing by your old apartment quickly to collect the rest of your belongings. Since the apartment's furniture stays and most of your dishes and silverware was fairly cheap, you just sold them. You figured Alex already had lots of it already and why add more? Anyways, you had already brought your toiletries, clothes, photographs, and other personal belongings. Now you just needed to pick up a few plants you have, books, artwork, a vase your mother gave you, and a few other miscellaneous things. And afterwards, you probably should get in contact with this wedding planner you have been reading about to begin arranging plans for the upcoming wedding you have yet to set a date for.

Just two weeks ago Alex had proposed to you, and you said yes, of course since you two have been dating for quite some time. He offered you to move into his apartment on the other side of L.A. considering you two will be living each other after the wedding, anyways and it'd be easier this way.

But now, things were happening too fast. You were thrilled about the engagement and moving in with your fiancé, but you loved your apartment. The first time you saw it, you just knew you had to buy it since you fell in love with it so quickly. It had large, encasing windows overlooking the horizon of the skyscrapers where the sunrise and sunsets were always stunning, it had a cozy feeling, its style was urban, yet full of unique architecture, and your bedroom was up on a loft. It was perfect and your home ever since you moved to Los Angeles.

Although, you'd be moving out of there anyways within a few months, regardless.

You turned off the television, peeling your body off the stiff couch to go and get ready for the day. You finished the rest of your morning coffee, placing the empty mug in the sink before heading to the bathroom to shower.

After showering and drying off, you wrapped a towel around your body and grabbed your cellphone. You dialed the wedding planner's number from her business card, scheduling an appointment for three o'clock this afternoon. Next, you dressed into more formal clothing since you'll be meeting with Angeline later. You put on a fainted peach colored dress with lace covering the majority of it and it drops to your mid thigh and you top it off with a classic black blazer. You realized it was a bit extravagant for a meeting with a wedding planner, but you wanted to make your best impression.

As you began rummaging around for your black high heel sandals through your side of the closet, you spot a small cardboard box of your labeled: ROSS'S STUFF. You smiled, remembering it was a box full of stuff you borrowed from Ross and never returned because you forgot over the course of time. It was things like sweatshirts if you were cold, his favorite band T-shirt after that time you accidentally spilled maple syrup all over your shirt when he had a bunch of friends and his siblings over to his apartment for a party which only served breakfast foods, a jumper, a beanie, his favorite fuzzy plaid blanket that's so ugly, yet so comfy, a few rings of his that you just liked so much and had to wear them, and some of his staticky, authentic records.

   When Alex first saw the box, he questioned what is was but you just waved it off.

   "Seems like he's more of your boyfriend than I am," Alex had scoffed after he saw the box. In a way, it's strangely true. You never once borrowed any of Alex's stuff because he would be too awkward about it, so you never asked.