"Nothing was declared, There was no deals, no promises, no ring Even so Whenever I'm close to you, I seem to forget about that.". To be an actor is to live by a script. You indulge in someone's fantasy and make the story come alive.It's when lines of fantasy blurr with reality, where it can get dangerous. When your co-star is someone your heart has loved and craved for years, someone you've been denied of... well, you can get a bit too wrapped up in the fantasy. Ross Lynch and Laura Marano have had a long, complicated, semi- public relationship that's just about to get a bit more complicated, when they accept the script for "Broken Trust". After such a long time of not seeing each other, past feelings may arise.. but he surely can't be affected. After all, he does have a fling with another girl. She's in a relationship, as well. They were simply friends. It was wrong. It was in the past. But, tension and jealousy.. they can drive you insane. So, how are they supposed to avoid each other if they work together? There's only a certain amount of time, you can go denying yourself and playing the game. There's just something left undone, from a long time ago. Something ..unresolved. ____ • A "Timing's A Bitch" Remake. Raura Story

Ross stepped a step closer to me from across the room, confusion never leaving his eyes. "Are you hiding from someone ?" I bit my lip. The next door Alec would open, would definitely be this one. I was playing out all kind of escape plans in my head but the only possible one I came up with was this idea. I can always change my name and move to another country, right ? What about Mexico ? "Laura ?" I quickly walked up to Ross, "I'm sorry in advance." "What do you mean, I-", he couldn't even finish his sentence when I suddenly pulled him towards me, walking backwards till my back hit the wall. I saw his eyes widen a little, "Laura, wait, are you drunk again ? What the hell are you doing ? I-", in that very moment the door opened and I grabbed Ross by his shirt and pulled him towards me, making our lips meet. {C O M P L E T E D} ©selftice | idea, story & cover. ⊱⊰ #1 in #lauramarano (03/07/20) #1 in #auslly (17/02/21)

A man in power. A woman that craves it. - Success Laura Marano was certain she was destined to reach it, once her disagreeable boss promoted her to her dream position in their homeware company: GG Housing's NYC Branch Manager. After years of hard work, commitment, long nights, all her efforts are thrown out of the window when she's introduced to the new branch manager: Sadly, that wasn't her looking in the mirror. Ross Lynch, a man of power, arrogance, danger, god-like looks and secrets is the one to take what should've been her promotion. He seems to be used to getting whatever he pleases. But she wouldn't give in that easily. In between the tension, whispered words, secret glances, things get complicated -- and they find each other in a loop of their own. She's a bar singer by night - he's in the crowd, hiding his own dirty business. Why does everyone seem to know him? Love or hate him so passionately? Bow before him so easily? What is he hiding? Who is he, and why.. Why did she want to find out so badly. ____ A Raura Story. COMPLETED ✓

Race car mechanic Laura "L " Marano has one rule-no dating drivers. With a good reason behind the rule, she has no plans on breaking it. Ross Lynch is the bad boy of Formula One. With a face and body that melts panties on sight, and an Irish lilt that leaves women on their knees, begging for more. He races hard and parties harder. The youngest driver to ever sign with F1, he's still at the top of his game five years later, breaking hearts on and off the tracks. When Laura is offered her dream job working in the glamorous world of F1, she leaves her home in Brazil, positive she can handle working for Ross. But she's not prepared for the off-the-chart sparks that fly the moment they meet. Now, Laura has a crush on the one man she can't have, and her resolve is about to be put to the test, because Ross has decided he wants Laura, and he plans on testing her to the very limit... This story is NOT mine all credits to Samantha Towle