10 Years From Now ~ RAURA (ON HOLD)

Prologue (2013)

Laura's POV

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I spring awake and sit up in my bed, breathing heavy. I grope around for my glasses, as my eyesight is less than perfect, trying to collect my bearings. My eyes land on my glowing alarm clock as I make out the numbers in neon green. 5:45 AM. Letting out a sigh, I flop backwards, lying on my pillows and stare at my ceiling. No. Nope. No way. That did not just happen. My thoughts echo around my brain and around the dark room on a constant loop. I did not just dream about Ross. Impossible. I sigh again, because I know that lying to myself won't change the fact that I just had a dream about Ross. A dream that I am embarrassed to have had, based on the, well, nature of it. A scandalous dream. A sexy dream. A dirty dream, if you will. About Ross. My friend. Probably my best friend. My costar. Someone I have to see every single day and- My train of thought is cut short when I come to the horrific realization that I have to see Ross in less than 4 hours, as our call time is at 8 AM. With a groan, I roll over and swing my legs off the bed. Reaching for the lamp on my bedside table, I flip the switch and my room is filled with a soft glow. I stare at my reflection in my vanity mirror across from my bed for a moment, trying to shake the dream from last night out of my mind. 

Sighing again, I find it in me to stand up and shuffle quietly into my bathroom and flip on the light switch. The circular analog clock on the wall next to the window tells me that it is currently 6:01 AM, which is confirmed by the soft beginnings of a sunrise visible through the window overlooking my backyard. Deciding that there is no way I'll be able to go back to sleep if the sun is already rising, I start getting ready for a long day of filming. I strip off my clearly slept in sweat shorts and over-sized sweatshirt and toss them into my hamper in the corner. I don't need to wait for the shower to be hot enough because I take cold showers. They wake me up in the mornings, and my showers go quicker so I'm not wasting water. Better choice all around, if you ask me. 

I take my time in the shower, but I still emerge within 10 minutes. After I carefully dry my skin with my towel, I wrap myself in a thick, fuzzy robe and wrap my hair in the towel. I pick out my favorite pair of light blue Lulu Lemon leggings and a solid white Nike crew neck with a tiny little black logo, not giving two shits about wearing something more professional. I got less sleep than I wanted to last night due to my, ah, fantasy, and I can not be bothered to wear something uncomfortable. I grab fresh underwear and a skimpy matching bralette rather than a normal bra because, once again, I want to be comfortable. After dressing myself in my extremely comfortable clothing for the day, I make my way back to the bathroom to do my make up and hair. Because I have an amazing team of people who help me get ready on set, I don't go too crazy, but I hate leaving the house in no make up. 

As I lazily curl my eyelashes, apply mascara, gel back my brows, swipe on some lip gloss and a bit of blush, it occurs to me to check the time again. I let out a small gasp when I register the time on the clock-7 AM on the dot. I took a whole hour to get ready? In order to make it to set on time, I usually allow for a 45 minute drive, thanks to the unpredictability of L.A. traffic. Hastily, I pull my slightly damp, but for the most part dry curls into a borderline too-messy-to-leave-the-house bun, unplug my flip phone from where it was charging on my bedside table, and grab my purse from on top of my desk, which I am currently so grateful I remembered to pack last night. Slipping on a pair of white high top converse, I leave my room, phone and purse in hand. 

As I make my way down the stairs, the smell of pancakes fills my nose and a smile spreads across my face. I quicken my pace and burst into the kitchen to see my sister Vanessa at the stove, flipping fluffy, buttermilk pancakes. I instantly think of Ross. Sure, his character Austin is known for loving pancakes, but what a lot of people don't know is Ross loves them just as much. Oh God. How can I face him after last night? Do I tell him? Hey Ross, I had a sexy dream about you last night, but it's no big deal, let's pretend it never happened! Ugh. I sigh for the millionth time this morning and Vanessa jumps a little as she realizes I'm there. "Sorry Vanessa, I didn't mean to startle you. But oh my God I love you for making pancakes" I tell her.