if ↠ raura

seventeen.

| laura's pov |

i quickly rush from my bathroom into my bedroom when i hear my phone ringing, i see that it's savannah so i answer in a hurry. "hey!"

"spill it, everything. ross isn't saying shit." she chuckles.

"huh? what're you talking about?" i laugh in confusion.

"i'm not dumb! you tagged ross in your instagram picture. it's already on magazines. they're already talking about 'popstar ross lynch's bubbling romance with model laura marano, are they keeping their relationship a secret from the world?'" she reads in a dramatic tone of voice.

i roll my eyes. "oh my gosh, we aren't in a relationship."

"well everyone's sure making it look like it. i asked ross what it was about and he didn't say anything at all. so spill the details." she squeals.

"there's nothing to spill. i'm coming down to los angeles on friday for a photo shoot, and he wants to meet." i shrug my shoulders, beginning to fold my laundry.

"i'm leaving on friday!" she whines. "we won't even get to see each oth— wait hold up, he wants to do what?"

"meet. he said i could go to one of their concerts, and if i tagged him in my recent photo, he'd even get me a VIP pass." i tell her.

"aweh, that's so sweet." she gushes, making me laugh.

"he's a cool guy laura, trust me." sav tells me, with sincerity in her tone.

"i don't know if it's a good idea anymore. i don't want the press making a big deal out of it, they're already blowing things up." i sigh.

"what? since when are you one to care about what those stupid magazines make up about you?" she asks, "that can't stop you from meeting him!"

i roll my eyes, she was right.

"you're right. i better go and start packing, wanna tell ross i said hi?" i laugh, teasingly.

"of course." she chuckles. "bye laura!"

the phone call ends and i toss my phone onto my bed, beginning to place my clothes in the suitcase. i saw my phone glow up so i reach for it again, studying the instagram notification.

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