Ross Lynch Imagines

Spin-Off III

Two Days Later

Everything was the same, except it wasn't in a variety of ways. A lot has happened in these past few days, yet they've seemed to have gone by agonizingly slow. The night it happened, you had gone home to Alex's place with your mind clouded and your heart rattling in your chest. So much had happened in one night, and you needed time to process everything which only led you to having sex, cheating, saying regretful things, and storming out on Ross.

That night you called up Angeline, apologizing sincerely for the no-show and not getting in contact with her sooner. You explained to her you had an emergency, which she understood and just rescheduled the appointment. As for Alex, you acted as if nothing had happened. You told him about cleaning out the rest of your apartment, running a few errands, and the rescheduled appoint with Angeline. He believed it and suspected nothing. Although inside of you every bit was screaming.

You had cheated on Alex, and now you're lying to him. You're keeping him in the dark, which you hate doing to anybody. Plus, Ross hasn't spoken to you at all. No texts, no calls, no voicemails, emails—zilch. This caused your stomach to churn, knowing you punctured him with your words. You truly didn't mean them, it was just a fit of your rage. It's one of your flaws; taking things out on other people and hurting them in the process. You've left voicemails and sent him texts, begging him to talk to you. You wanted to apologize sincerely and try to figure something out without his feelings getting trampled on or anything progressing into something more tangled. Right now you were trapped in the middle, where you were a lying, cheating fiancé, and a bitchy, careless, and selfish best friend.

As of now, it seemed like either path with destroy one of them. Either you'll lose Alex or Ross, so what do you do?

"You feeling alright?" Alex's voice reels you out of your ponder.

You two were currently eating leftover lasagna you made last night with your mother's recipe. Alex was trying to make conversation over dinner, but your mind was clearly somewhere else.

"Oh, I'm fine," you pick at your lasagna with your fork. "Just thinking."

Alex dives into explaining this new, fantastic surgery his attending allowed him to observe, but your mind drifted off once more.

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It has now been a week and you were about to explode with all the emotions rising in you. You knew you screwed up really bad and you desperately wished you could press a rewind button. You are now driving home from the appointment with Angeline, which was awfully draining and boring. She discussed her recommendations and explained lots of details about of Parisian wedding. The cake, décor, flowers, dress, wardrobe, fabrics, traditions, budgets, etc. The majority of the meeting you were just humming in response, only jotting down scribbled notes.

You arrived Alex's apartment building, quickly heading upstairs to change out of these clothes. You wanted to cuddle up in your robe and watch a movie or read a good book. It was bit of a weary day outside, the sky is grey and foggy and it's been drizzling since noon. Alex will be sleeping on-call tonight, so you have the place to yourself with tranquilizing silence until ten tomorrow morning.

You're about to change out of the dress into sweats, when the door knocks.

Dammit, why is Alex home?