Ross Lynch Imagines

Spin-Off V

Two Weeks Later

   You were driving home from work, when you caught a glimpse Ross's car parked beside your parking spot at Alex's apartment. He was leaning against his car with a wide smile, holding a container in his hands. You quickly reel into the parking space, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. Recently you have Ross have been seeing each other more often (with some sex, yes).

"What are you doing here?" You asked, biting your lips succumb a smile.

   "I was in the neighborhood," Ross shrugged. "I thought I'd stop by to give you back that thing you left at my place a few days ago."

   You suppressed another grin, shaking your head.

   "In the neighborhood, huh?" You say tauntingly. "You live on the polar opposite end of the city."

  "You've got the better shops over here," he folds his arms across his chest, leaning farther back.

    "Okay," you laugh. "Well, what's this thing I left at your apartment?"

   He holds up his index finger before opening his passenger door and climbs in, reaching over the centre console to grab whatever he claims you left behind. Although, you couldn't think of anything. While he searched through his vehicle, Alex crossed through your mind. You promised you wouldn't let this drag out any longer, but you are. Not only are you hurting Alex, but you're leading on Ross in the process. You're ruining your relationship, a friendship, and your trust is shattering to pieces.

    Is sex even worth losing everything? Sure, the sex is great with Ross. But he's your best friend and you're engaged! You know you keep saying this, but you always seem to let it slip from your mind. It's not like you even have feelings for Ross. You two aren't going on dates, holding hands, kissing (other than intimately), hugging, or having conversations like you two are getting to know each other (which you already do) or falling in love. Ross is a friend! Alex is your fiancé! Can't you wait a few more months to have sex with your soon-to-be husband?

    "Here it is!" Ross stands back up, holding up a slender blue ballpoint pen in his hand.

    "A pen?" You take the pen from his hands, examining it. "Interesting," you say as Ross' bank name is engraved on the side. "This isn't even my bank, Ross."

   "Alright, it was a lame excuse," he exhales in defeat. "But I was sorta in the neighborhood."

    "So what is it?" You asked, your patience running thin. As of now, talking to Ross is considered cheating since both of your minds are full of secrets of what has been happening.

     "Are you busy?" Ross ignores your clipped tone. "Like, are you doing anything right now?"

    "Yeah, I am."

   "Doing what?" He smirks.

  "I just got home from work," you heave a sigh. "I'm exhausted, okay? I don't have the time or patience for your drama right now."

   You seemed moody, you realize that.

    "Well then this will be perfect," Ross chirps excitedly. "When will Alex be back?"

    "What?—Ross, no." You said sternly. "Enough of this. Leave, now. I'm going up without you."

     "Today is Wednesday, right?" Ross states rather than questions. "Which means he'll be at the hospital till' nine...and it's seven right now."

    "How do you know his schedule?" You gape in disbelief.

   Had you really been spending that much time with him? Sex wise?