"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you."
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Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
Its monday. 1 am, midnight I guess you could say, the fresh breeze hitting the blondes pale face made him look captivating. He was standing outside of his fire escape, mom doing business trips like always-- left in a lonely empty house once again alone with only him and his thoughts.
He was with Laura almost the whole day. Or so he noticed...
Most of his days.
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He has other friends right?
Right?
He thought about it for a moment. He only hung out with Laura. The girl he found annoying in the beginning. Its only been 2 months since they've been hanging out and so much has happened. She always came in all black, let it be leather black pants or black ripped jeans with her same black hoodie with a skull on it and red roses(which looked pink), and her black heels; despite her pastel pink hair that completely differentiated from her whole entire outfit but it suited her. It was long too..
And her nose piercings.
He wore lame graphic T-shirts and flannels over them, and blue jeans, ripped or not ripped. Sometimes he would wear black jeans-- he wears any kind of jeans really.. but he never stood out like she did.
No one would be friends with him. Not before her.
They were exact opposites. He was a genius -- she was an early graduate that is... mildly questioning due to the way she acts. She lacked professionalism -- and she apparently can go to school if she wants to..
it doesn't make sense.
He looked down, beholdening the concrete that awaited him. I could just-
"Ross..?" He heard a voice call. He turns around only to see Laura standing there barefoot, opening the door to his room. He went back inside, closing the window.
"Laura? I thought the house was empty?"
"Did you forget about the "fresh start" I'm sleeping here for spring break." she yawns. Oh.
"Well what happened? What brings you around?" her eyes went straight to the window, then back to his. "I saw you through the window in the other room." he waits for more elaboration.
"I came to check up on you." his eyebrows went up. "Its going to be 2 AM now.. and you still haven't changed and gone to bed." she continued on " and I just saw you on the fire escape like that looking longingly and I got a little worried so I came....t-that.. thats all." she was done now.
It was true, he was feeling suicidal. He did want to die tonight. Maybe...
He wanted to die every other night.
"Oh yeah I'm fine, thanks.. are you okay? You seem a little spooked." he noticed the way she wrapped her arms around her small body, she was only in booty shorts and her same oversized black hoodie. She seemed to be sweating, but she was very cold.
"No.. um.. I'm fine I just... didnt.." she suddenly couldnt speak. "didnt..?" he raised an eyebrow.
"T-take my m-medication-" she said out of breath. Her legs were shaking. Ross still continued on.
"Why not? I mean you should. Its not doing you any good to not take the medication."
She smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna go now..." she used the wall for support. Ross watched her try to leave the room.
"You need.. help th-" before that she fell immediately, slamming her head on the door landing face first onto the floor. "Jesus Laura!" he got up immediately and helped her up. She smelt of alcohol.
And cigarettes.
"Shit I should have kept a better eye on you.." he dragged her onto his bed, and went to the guest room. It smelt of a bums room; alcohol and cigars.
"Shit Laura.."
He found the cigarette packets stashed in her back and not to mention the bottles of alcohol, and brought them immeditely to his room, shoving it in his closet. Hopefully when his mom gets back, she wont find those.
He went straight back to Laura, checking her tempature with the palm of his hand on her forehead. It was extremely hot.
"Did you always have a fever..?"
"No.. not really.." she replied. "Musta' been those stupid things you've been doing. How stupid can you be? You take meds, and consume all these things..."
"Cant believe you're a therapist." he ran a finger through his hair. She sat up. "I know I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Don't call me stupid you twat."
He sighed, looking at her sleeve of tattoos. Her pink hair was tied into a bun now, her sweat was clearing. She seemed to feel fine now.
"I removed any toxic substance from your room. You can go back now."
"Will you go to sleep then if I will?" she asked."Okay."
"That;s a lie, cause you looked straight at the window."
Silence.
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eyo
Its sunday Back at it again with that rare update will i go ghost
