Ross's POV
"Well, what about that time you ran into my room to find me in only a bra and jeans?!" Laura gesticulates dramatically to enunciate the austerity of the situation.
I burst into laughter I don't even try to contain, "It wasn't that big of a deal. I've seen you in a bikini before just like you've seen me in swim trunks," I state plainly.
"Still!" Her cheeks redden, needless of her makeup.
"Ok fine, I'll surrender," I let out a fake sigh, "I admit I should knock on your door before I enter."
Laura melodramatically puts her hands up in mock surrender, "That's all I'm asking."
I grin through the computer screen to Laura returning the gesture. The call log on my screen reads that we've been online together for an hour and a half already, though it's strange how I don't remember a minute passing by.
"Oh my gosh, I totally lost track of time! It's already ten!" Laura glances to the upper corner of her laptop. "Sorry, Ross, I have to get up early tomorrow," Laura takes off the very nerdy, very Laura-like glasses she wears when she isn't wearing contacts. "Talk to you next week?"
I nod, hoping she can't see my relieved expression at the liberating opportunity, "As always," I promise. "And don't worry about makeup next time. You don't need that pink stuff on your face when you're around me."
I smirk and hit the red end call button before Laura gets a chance to reply.
Gently I close the laptop and prop my head on top of the back of the swivel chair, allowing my eyes to browse the ceiling while still wearing that smirk from when I ended the Skype.
It's partially due to what I said before hanging up on Laura, but also because she was wearing that necklace I gave her a few months ago. The necklace with the interlinked hearts. When I bought it I thought it a perfect metaphor in view of how in sync we were, so congruous we had coupled hearts. I was simpleminded and insensible then, completely oblivious to how Laura must have felt at times like that.
Now I've resolved upon leaving our relationship where it ended. It's clear Laura has no interest in me, so I'll have to let it be. When I first made this decision, I could hardly live with it. I didn't want to give up on Laura even though all signs pointed in the other direction.
And gradually the idea familiarized itself with me. I became accustomed to telling myself to quit thinking about Laura, knowing it was the rightful thing to do. That blood-stained rubber band circling my wrist should be proof enough of that. Painfully, I've coached my mindset into re-orienting itself around how as long as I'm close to Laura in the friendship manner, I'll be fine.
Today it just took me by surprise to see Laura wearing the necklace, since I don't remember seeing her wearing it following the day I first put it on her. She must've thought I'd forgotten about the hearts, but she was wrong. The statement the necklace parallels still holds true even now.
Laura's only been in London for about a month, and in that time we've only video chatted twice. She called me last week, and this week I called her. It was toilsome to restrain myself from hitting that darn call button during the desolate week, but viable consequences were suspended over my head.
My relationship with Laura taught me something invaluable about her: if I'm too forceful in what I do with her, like if I constantly nag her with video calls, eventually I'll drive her away. We might end up not speaking to each other like that week after we broke up and before I kissed her for the last time.
Our relationship was too overwhelming for Laura, and it's brought me to fear the same fate if I continually push her buttons.
Laura's POV
I placidly fold the screen of my laptop onto the keyboard, feeling the contention sinking in from the mix of exaltation and feeble drawbacks from my present relationship with Ross.
Though I do credit the undeniable freeing of being able to communicate with Ross in this amiable, friendship way; it's that bliss with him I've always felt. The only overshadowing interferences are the surrounding factors out of my control: we're virtually connected five thousand miles, not even to mention the eight hour difference London has with LA to add to the complexity of reinstating our friendship.
By this logic I question my reasoning on why I accepted the chance to study in London. I have to repeatedly assure myself I made the right decision in separating myself from Ross due to our frail relationship. Albeit, I always catch my thoughts drifting to the geographic isolation between us.
Though I can't deny it; this long distance communication may be what we need most.
What I mean by that is long distance in geographical coordinates and in time. My reasoning for my limited communication with Ross is partially because of my excuse of how I'm too busy to chat every night. In reality, my excuse is I'm too cowardly to chat every night.
I'm too cowardly because I fear the inevitable in our talks. At one point or another, the well will run dry and we'll end up scraping the bottom for something to feed the discussion. That something is those six months I've regretted since they began.
We both don't want conversation to come to that, but for me it's a thousand times worse than for Ross. We both felt the pain of the aftertaste of that relationship, but for me it won't end. Simply giving a hint to that notion makes my stomach twist.
It's almost becoming difficult to differentiate whether or not I love it or hate it.
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Hallo
So so big drama apparently laura might be dating this guy named thomas(?) who she went to that event with and now everyone's confused so yea there's been no actual confirmation. On the one hand I'm like yas laura and I really wanna see hot couple pics of them but on the other hand my raura heart is crying so I'm v conflicted
Side note her golden globes outfit(s) ahhh yess I actually think my fave was her saturday outfit tho
But um yes ross is in milan for men's fashion week and OMG I'M ACTUALLY CRYING he. looked. so. good. :-') Can you believe he was like the only one smiling on the runway haha that's our ross for you
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