Potent love

Chapter 28

I wish I could say a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wish I could say things between Ross and I couldn't be better.

If I did say those things, I'd be lying. I so desperately wish I could say I wasn't worried about him.

But the truth is, I was. I always am.

Even before we started dating. I hate being away from him.

I know it's the right thing to do, to give each other space. But it's just so hard being away from him.

I hate how I ruined things. How could I have ever asked him if he still loved Maia?

Obviously he would still love her in some way. Feelings like those don't just vanish.

But I know he loves me. More than anything in the whole entire world.

So why did I have to ruin everything? I sighed as I gently pulled myself out of bed.

Thinking about Ross all day wasn't doing me any favours. My feet padded along the hard wood floor as I made my way into the kitchen.

Once I made myself a bowl of cereal, I sat down at the island. Not even five minutes had passed when I realized I wasn't alone.

Vanessa sat down next to me, watching me eat. Annoyed with the silence that hung in the air, I turned to Vanessa.
"Morning, V," I spoke, putting my bowl in the sink.
"Morning, Laur. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to guess?"
"How did you...never mind."
"Did Ross do something? I warned him that if he hurt you I was going to k-he didn't hurt me, V," I interrupted.
"Oh, then what happened?"
"I really don't want to talk about it. Definitely not at 1:40 in the morning," I spoke, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, for the time.
"Okay. But if you ever do want to talk, I'm around," Vanessa spoke, placing a kiss on my cheek before going back to bed.
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I slowly turned my head to stare at my phone. Should I call him?

I've never felt this happy in a long time. Ross makes me happy.

But, he needs time to figure out if he still wants a Ross and Laura, a Raura if you will. I hope he doesn't make me wait to long.

I decided against calling him. He needs time.

And a little time apart will be good for the both of us. Right?

I made my way out of bed and knocked on Vanessa's room door. She opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

I took a seat on her bed.
"I'm ready to talk."
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"Is he lying to me, V?," I asked her, after I finished explained what happened.
"This is Ross we're talking about. There's no way he's lying to you. He's just confused. I doubt he's getting any sleep," Vanessa reasoned.
Ross' POV
"She's my life, my love, my everything, Riker. She's so beautiful and sweet and everything I've ever wanted. I don't want to give up on her," I confessed to Riker.
"But?," He questioned.
"She's beyond perfect. She has dreams and I feel like I'm holding her back." Riker laughed.
"You guys are just 18. You have time to figure stuff out," Riker reassured.
"I guess you're right. But Laura is an angel. I honestly don't deserve her."
"Not with that attitude." I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Laura's not an angel or beyond perfect. She's a human. She's flawed," Riker spoke.
"Not to me," I answered back.
"But she is, Ross. Have you noticed how short she is?"
"She's not short. She's vertically challenged," I argued back. Riker smiled.
"What?," I asked.
"You're in love with her." I rolled my eyes.
"I could have told you that," I spoke.
"Do you love her more than Maia?" I nodded my head almost immediately.
"I love her more than anything in the world. Including Maia. I can't lose her, Riker," I confessed.
"Then what are you doing here?," Riker asked.
"She hates me," I answered.
"I don't think Laura could hate anyone. Everyone has problems, Ross. Sometimes the best way to solve problems is to be there for each other. She needs you just as much as you need her," Riker reasoned.
"Are you sure she'll hear me out?," I asked. Riker nodded.
"She needs you."
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Laura's POV
My eyes shot open as I heard the sound of tiny little pebbles hitting the glass of my bedroom window. Only one person would be here at 6:00 in the morning.

Ross. I walked over to my window and opened it.
"Can we talk?," Ross asked. I nodded.
"I'll be down in a minute."