if ↠ raura

nine.

| laura's pov |

"hey sav!" i grin into the phone. i decided to call savannah rather than text her because i missed her that much.

"hey laura, riker quit it out!" she hollers, "what's up?"

i laugh at how annoyed she sounds. "nothing really, i actually called to ask you something."

"oh, what is it?" she asks, concerned.

"you um, you're with that band right?" i ask, forgetting the name of its formation.

"yeah, r5. how come?" she asks.

"well ever since i liked ross' photo, he's been liking mine." i tell her, nonchalantly.

"oh, really? has he commented or dm'd you?" she asks.

i shake my head, even though she can't see me. "oh, well don't worry about it. he has a girlfriend anyway, courtney eaton."

"oh okay, thanks sav." i smile, "i miss you."

"i miss you too." she says, softly. "i'll be back in new york in another week."

the phone call ends, and i hook my phone up to it's charger. i decide to google ross just for the fun of it, and listen to some of his bands music, and watch some trailers to his movies, but a few hours after. i fell asleep.