Ross Lynch Imagines

Spin-Off IV

Have you ever heard people say one-night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached? Well, that's exactly the truth if you're messing around with your best friend for the second time and you're engaged. This wasn't a one time mistake, it was now a second round. You couldn't believe you did this yet again. And you want to know the worse thing about cheating?

The morning after.

You sit up, feeling quite groggy. Somehow during the night you ended up in yours and Alex's bedroom, your body covered with Alex's duvet. You peered underneath the duvet, rolling your eyes as you find yourself butt naked. You glance beside you, finding Alex's side empty where you assumed Ross had been sleeping since the sheets were wrinkled.

Had he left already?

The alarm clock read only eight thirty in the morning. Wow, he left quickly. In a way, you feel relieved you won't have to face him after having sex again in the morning even after the several times you told Ross it would never ever happen again and that you are happy with Alex. It will just add to your humiliation, guilt, and pity.

You roll out of bed, taking out a fresh pair of underwear and a bra. You slip into some gym shorts and a long sleeved T-shirt. You comb through you sex hair, huffing and puffing underneath your breath. You narrow your eyes, glaring at your reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, you hear shuffling and rattling coming from the kitchen.

Wait, didn't Ross leave? Or is Alex just home early?

You pace out of your bedroom, groaning as you catch a glimpse of two used condoms in the trash bin. You cringe, but then remember you can't leave them because Alex will see them.

Wait, you and Ross had sex twice last night?

So in total, you had sex with your best friend three times and zero with your fiancé.

You take the trash can, padding into the connected bathroom and dump the condoms in the toilet, flushing it quickly.

"Alex, you're home already—" you halt as you see not Alex, but the back of somebody's head with messy, light blonde hair. He was shirtless, his muscles tensing and flexing as his arms moved quickly in front of the stove. He was only in his boxer shorts.

"Ross?" You gaped.

Ross spun around, holding a spatula in his hand.

The corners of his lips twitched upwards, "morning."

"Um..." you cautiously emerge into the kitchen. "What're you doing?"

"Cooking breakfast," Ross replies casually.

He flips a fluffy pancake on a pan while they other pan had crispy, sizzling bacon. He turns off the stovetop, adding the pancake to the stack he already made on a separate plate.

"You made us breakfast?" You ask in disbelief.

Strange. So very strange. I mean yes, you ate breakfast with Ross before but after sex?? Why is he acting like this is the most normal thing?

"I did," Ross grins, bringing the plate of bacon and pancakes to the table. He had already set two placemats out with silverware, plates, and two glasses of orange juice.

It was so sweet, you had to admit it. Alex didn't know how to cook anything except spaghetti, so you never woke up to a homemade breakfast.

No, you can't eat it. It would be like cheating on Alex all over again. You should throw Ross out and never have sex with him again for real this time. But his pancakes are insanely amazing.