This is gonna be a short story, maybe like 3-5 chapters. My goal is to update it when I update the other story, but eh. We'll see haha. It's kinda sad and angsty, but it works.

I randomly came up with it out of nowhere. So... no judging :]

I don't own anything... yet.

What are you up to?

Ross felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out, to see a text from one of his favorite girls, Laura. He smiled and quickly unlocked the screen to text her back.

I'm shooting a Danimals commercial with Bella. What are you up to?

"Hey!" Bella's cheery voice broke through the air as she bounced on her feet right next to him. He quickly lifted his head up, she looked down at his phone. "Texting your wifey?"

He gave her a look, "she's not my wifey."

"Everyone can tell you two have the hots for each other. I'm pretty sure even Maia's godson all the way in Australia could pick up on that."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna ask how you know that." Ross said as he put his phone in his back pocket, just as it vibrated again in his pocket. He pulled it out, a smile spreading across his face.

I'm in school, it's soooo boring. I think I like school on set a lot better :) And anyway, why are you texting me if you're shooting a commercial? Pay attention, young man!

He laughed out loud at her message, quickly typing a response back, says you. You should be paying attention, you're the one in school. To answer your unasked question, we're on a break, so that's why I'm able to text you.

"You guys are too cute," Bella gushed, batting her eyelashes and causing Ross to laugh at her. He rolled his eyes and then Bella leaned up against the table he was leaned against. "So, when do you leave for tour?"

"Tomorrow, actually," He answered. He stared straight ahead for a few moments, "I'm gonna really miss…" He realized what he was saying and looked at Bella who had a knowing smirk on her face, "the city and everyone in it." He quickly covered.

"You know," Bella said after a few moments, "you mister, are one kickass musician, hilarious actor, and great friend, but the one thing I'd say you're bad at, is lying."

Ross just stared at her.

"You should tell her how you feel, before it's too late." Bella said and then the director called for them both to join him on the set for some reshoots. She just shrugged and her eyes went to the set before she turned and walked ahead of him.

Ross just sat there, thinking over a few things, before coming to the conclusion that Bella Thorne was a hundred percent right.

But it wasn't going to be as easy as she thought it was going to be.

Laura fell onto her bed, face first, breathing in for a few moments, before she turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She looked at her notebook that was on her desk, and letting out a sigh, she sat up to grab it. She walked back over to her bed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, before she flipped it open and started to write inside of it.

A knock on her window scared the crap out of her and she squealed, throwing her journal across the room as her eyes widened and she slowly turned to see that Ross was sitting on a tree branch. Her heart pounding and her hand on her chest, she slowly walked over to the window, pushing it open.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your hair is wet."

They both said at the same time and then blinked. They smiled at each other for a few moments, before Ross' eyebrows went up, signaling that he wanted to come inside. Laura wordlessly nodded and moved to the side, allowing him into her room.

"What are you doing here Ross?" She softly asked him, after biting on her bottom lip and staring at her toes for a few seconds. She wasn't going to admit that Ross being in her bedroom made her all flustered, because that would wouldn't be a lie. What would be a lie was if she said it didn't make her flustered, because it did. And she didn't know what to do about it.

"I—" Ross began, stepping forward, but seemed to think better about what he was going to say, because he stepped back, and shut his mouth.

"Is… everything okay?" She asked him, shivering by the sudden draft her open window gave her. Her hands went to her arms and she slowly rubbed them.

Ross was quick to notice this and immediately took off his sweater—his favorite Walk the Moon band sweater—and handed it to Laura.

"No, it's okay, I have—"

"I don't want you to get sick." He said, not giving up on letting her have it.

"We're standing in my bedroom, Ross. I can just easily go into the closet and get a jacket if I needed one. And besides, you need one too."

"Please?" His tone was soft, "just take this. I want you to have it."

She wasn't sure what he meant by that, if he meant for the moment or forever. She wasn't going to question it, so she just took it from him and put it on, moving her wet hair over her shoulder, as she straightened it out. Ross tried not to smile at the fact that it came up to mid thigh. She was so tiny. It was adorable.

She then slowly sat down on the bed and he sat down beside her, their arms close together, their hands not even an inch apart.

Then, he grabbed her hand. His was much bigger than hers, she took note of that, and held his hand tightly in hers, intertwining their fingers together, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, and sighed.

"This feels a bit familiar," She said after another few moments of silence.

"Yeah, it does." Ross agreed, looking up at the ceiling, while she just kept her head where it was.

They had been in this position before, when he went to shoot his first big movie. He was afraid they were going to drift apart then and had come to see her to reassure himself that it wouldn't happen. He was going to be gone for two months, with a new leading lady and he wanted to make sure they would be okay.

Now, now it was much different. He was going on tour and not just any tour, like around the US or Canada. He was going on a world tour. That was so different than going just a few states away.

"Are you scared?" She asked him, lifting her head to look at him.

"A little bit, yeah." He admitted. "I know I'm going to be with my family and Rocky-"

Laura blinked her eyes, lifting her head.

"Sup?"

"Isn't Rocky apart of your family?"

"Technically yeah."

"What do you mean, 'technically'?"

He shrugged, "he's Rocky, does there need to be any more explanation?"

Laura blinked, realizing he did, in fact, have a point.

"Okay, continue…" She said, quietly laying her head on his shoulder. He responded by laying his head on top of hers and she smiled, closing her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

"I feel like something will be missing, I've felt that for the past few weeks. When we were shooting, when we were at the party, I feel it pretty much everywhere I go."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I don't know, I've been trying to figure it out, but I can't."

Laura lifted her head up and looked at him, his eyes searched hers for a few moments. Then her eyes went to their linked hands, his sweater that she was wearing and then back to him.

"I think I can help," She whispered.

"How?"

She let out something in between a smile, a laugh and a sob, they weren't quite sure and put her hand on this cheek. Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against his, and then Ross felt it. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"I'm going to miss you," She whispered, "so damn much."

"I'm gonna miss you too." He answered after a few moments.

She wasn't sure what caused her to do it. She figured it was because the show had just wrapped season three, the fact that Ross was leaving soon for a world tour and they wouldn't be seeing each other, or just the moment and she got caught up in it, but what she did next, didn't really surprise them both.

"I love you," She whispered, her lips less than in inch from his. Then, before she could think about it again, she softly pressed her lips against his. He could feel the tears on her face as they slipped down to where their lips were joined. He reached on hand into her hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before gently breaking apart the intimate kiss.

Before he could say anything else, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out, only to see that his mother was calling him. He looked at her apologetically, before pressing the answer button.

"Um, hey mom," He said, breathlessly.

"Are you alright? Where did you run off too?" He heard the concern in her tone and felt Laura squeeze his hand. "Rocky said you were watching the game with him and then out of nowhere you jumped up and just left the house."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm—I'm fine." Ross answered, his eyes caught Laura's. "I just had to visit someone before we left is all. I didn't want to leave without saying a proper goodbye."

He could hear his mom smiling on the other end, and fought the strong urge to roll his eyes.

"Okay, well, come home soon, you still have to pack."

"I know." His eyes never left Laura's and she felt her stomach flutter. He was holding his phone tightly to his ear, eager to get off of it, she could see it. That thought made her smile.

"But.. you know what? I'm sure I can get Ryland to help with that, why don't you just take your time, okay? I'll see you later."

"Thanks mom," He smiled and Laura smiled back at him. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Then, he hung up his phone, shutting it down he threw it carelessly to the side and then looked at Laura.

"I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye," He told her, the seriousness in his tone conveying his emotions. Something she knew from past experience was difficult for him to express.

"I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye either," She answered.

"But it's not—its not goodbye." Ross said, his tone breaking. "I can't say goodbye to you."

"Then it's not goodbye, it's…" Laura trailed off, trying to think of the right words. "It's an in between, a see you later, or a hello."

"An in between?" Ross asked and she nodded. "I really like the sound of that," She giggled and then leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek. He then managed to get one hand on her stomach and started to tickle her. She giggled and fell backwards on her bed, pulling Ross on top of her.

"Hey," He said gently and she turned her head to look at him. "I love you." He pressed his lips softly against hers, before she could respond and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, she kissed him deeper. He broke away from her, but she shook her head, pulling him back towards her, she kissed him again, her hand traveling downwards and under his t-shirt. He broke away from her and looked at her.

"Don't stop," She whispered, pressing her lips against his.

"You sure?"

Laura pressed her lips against his again, rougher and he took that as a hint to shut the fuck up.

Ross groaned, the sun in his eyes and he opened them. He realized at that moment that someone was on top of him and opened his eyes to see Laura's head on his chest, still asleep.

He also noticed a few other things.

His shirt was off.

Her hair was in a ponytail.

She was still wearing his sweater.

Hey both weren't wearing any pants.

Shit.

He let his head hang back for a moment, before he grabbed his phone, his heart dropping as he saw what time it was.

Five in the morning.

He had one hour to get home or his ass was going to be handed to him by Ryland, as hard as that was to believe.

He quickly moved to get out of the bed, which resulted in a moan from Laura, who ran her hands over her face.

"What's the hurry?" She asked him sleepily. He couldn't help but think how cute she sounded in her sleepy voice, but soon snapped out of it.

"I have to go home," He said to her, his hand dropping down by his side. "I'm leaving for the tour today."

Laura didn't answer, her hands going to her face. He sat down beside her and gently took off her hands so that he could look at her.

"It's only a few months." He whispered, "then we'll pick up where we left off." He promised.

"I'm gonna miss you, so much," She whispered, throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer.

"I'm gonna miss you too," He whispered back, hugging her tighter.

They pulled apart, smiling at each other, when Laura wiped under her eye and then realized she was still wearing his sweater. She moved to take it off, but since he had a strong feeling she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, he just shook his head.

"Keep it, until I get back."

"Really?"

He nodded, "I want you to wear it whenever you miss me."

"So, all the time then." She teased and he laughed, leaning in closer.

"No sad eyes, okay?" He whispered as he wiped underneath her eye, "we'll skype anytime you want, unless the time different doesn't work out, you're in school or I'm performing or practicing."

"We can always text too." She whispered and he agreed. He softly kissed her and then reluctantly pulled away.

"See you later," He whispered.

She smiled and gave him a wave, as he then climbed out her window. She watched him until she couldn't see him anymore, the tears falling from her cheeks.

"Bye, Ross." She whispered and then turned over on her side on her bed, already missing his presence next to her. She reached her hand out and bit her lip. "I miss you already."

Should I continue it? I don't know. I have a few ideas. So, there's that.