yours. a love story

moving plans

it's been two months since that amazing date. i still remember it. like it was tomorrow. justin went to the camp, i sigh as i remember our good bye. it wasn't bad but he made it feel okay. i groaned as flashbacks took over my head

there i was, watching justin say goodbye to his friends and family. ross decided to come with me, after all, they're friends. i groaned, knowing this will be the last time I'll see him in six months. ross' hands are on my waist, and rydel was holding story. the lynches are here as well. then justin approached towards me.

"don't cry, baby. it's just a few months. and ross will take care of you. I'll call and text everyday, i promise." justin said, pulling me by the waist and hugging me tightly. i hugged him way too tight, causing him to laugh.

"don't forget about us." i said into his ear. his cologne, i'll miss his strong, delicious smell. i hate this so bad. i felt him squeeze me.

"never." he said, pulling away and kissing my cheek, his lips lingering in my wet cheeks. this was way too hard for me. I just wanted to make him stay. then, he picked story up.

"mhm, my baby isn't crying, right? cause if she is, she isn't getting a big hug and a kiss." he said, making me and story giggle. "be good, babydoll. if you are, mommy and i will watch princess movies with you, okayyy?" he kissed her head and hugged her really tight. he then looked at ross.

"man, take care of her." he said, overprotective justin taking over. ross nodded and did his little hand shake with justin. and with that, he walked into the plane.

ugh i miss justin a little way too much. story got sick. she has allergies and awful headaches. and ross and i have been having some stupid fights. last month, we fought cause he saw me talking to a guy about a job offer, he said he'd pay for everything and i didn't had to work. like?? im not a baby. im a grown ass woman and im independent. i don't want to be depending on someone to pay my bills or buy my clothes like oh hell no. then last week, we argued cause he wants to move in with me. i don't feel like it's a nice idea and still, my rule is still up, he isn't allowed to see story. it's not good for my babygirl.

today's thursday, and story's sleeping up in her room. her meds make her hella sleepy, while me and ross watch movies in the living room. he had his arm around my waist and my head was in his chest. it was all so peaceful. i spend more time loving ross then fighting with him.

"hey baby, have you thought of, me moving in?" he asked, kissing my head. i froze. are you really asking again ross like god damn bro. i sighed and looked up at him. "have you?" he asked, looking down at me. I've said no like 4 times and he doesn't get it. maybe if i say it in french.

"ross, we've talked about this. i don't think we're ready for that. like, we just started dating and my conditions are still up. you just can't see story. you know that." i sighed, lifting my head from his chest and sitting straight in the couch. i was tired of the same damn theme of conversation. can't you just ask if i want pizza or something

"are you for real?" he asked as if i was completely insane. "the conditions aren't a joke?" he asked, looking at me. i shook my head. of course they aren't a joke, what the fuc "you don't ever want our relathionship public? like ever?" he asked again. now im getting mad, he actually thought i was lying. "so you don't want me to see story. like for real?" he asked, god damn this kid

"i wasn't kidding ross. i was dead serious." i said sighing. "you can't see story and i don't want our relationship public, i made that so clear once we started dating." i said, letting my anger get the best of me. so you're telling me, he took all of my conditions as a fucking joke?

"that's so ridiculous laura. so stupid." he said, rolling his eyes. im pretty sure my heart stopped or some shit but that hurt physically. "so immature- know what? where's story?" he said standing up. oh hell no, don't mess with my kid ross.

"please don't wake her up, she's so sick and her little head hurts." i said to him, following him up the stairs as he ran towards story's room. then he did something that left me disappointed.

he opened the door all the way, making so much damn noise. then turn on the lights. doesn't he get that she's sick and she doesn't want to see him? he shook her bed and then story herself. i tried getting him out of the room but he just kept pushing me.

"story wake up! it's me, daddy! your mom said i couldn't see you, tell her you want to see me and you love me." he said picking her up. she was so confused but soon her face turned into fear and that's when i started getting weak.

"ross, give me my babygirl, you're scaring her." i said, getting closer to them. i was scared he might hurt her or anything, even though he wouldn't, would he?

"tell her!" he yelled at story, making a few tears run down my face. story was now crying, she was terrified. "come on baby, i know you love me! im your daddy!" he said, shaking her little body.

"i want mommy!" she cried, beating on his chest like a bongo. he rolled his eyes, still yelling at her and telling her awful things. this isn't the ross i fell in love with. this isn't him.

"ross stop! don't you see she's scared?" i yelled, finally taking her from his arms. "it's okay baby, mommy's here." i said into her ear, calming her down a little. she sobbed into my ear, making my heart break into a million pieces. what the fuck is wrong with ross?