this is really short i'm so sorry
She is the brightest ray of sunshine. The prettiest flower in the garden. The rainbow after the storm. The hot chocolate on a winters day. She is simply, Laura Marano.
She is everything I'm not.
She's sweet like sugar, and I'm a cavity. She lives in a world where the sun shines a little brighter. She's impossible to not like, adored by everyone.
I am a rockstar. A bad boy. I play guitar in a band and sing about girls and partying. I am Ross Lynch, this is who I'm supposed to be.
But when I'm with her, I'm someone else. I tell silly jokes to hear her laugh. I do dumb things to cheer her up. I play random tunes on my guitar and sing songs about things in the room. I make crazy plans for the future because she makes me feel like I can do anything. Some part of me thinks that she brings out the real Ross Lynch. The other part of me says I've gone soft.
As much as the rockstar part of me hates to admit it, she makes me happy. She makes me feel things that I've never felt. And something about that scares me, so maybe somewhere in my heart I know that it could be a good thing that we couldnt have a future.
She's a good girl, and yes most good girls fall for the bad boys. But even if she was "most girls", they always end up with a good boy anyways. They don't marry a guy who plays in a band, and wants to get a bunch of tattoos, and is always on tour. They might date a guy like that, but that doesn't last forever. Eventually she'll want to settle down with someone responsible who has a college education and a steady income.
Loving her hurts for too many reasons. Mostly because I know she could never feel the same way, and because I know that we don't belong together. I don't belong with someone who works with more charities to name or who visits children's hospitals on her day off.
She treats everyone with the kindness of an angel. My most touching moments are with her, she really does bring out the best in me.
Right at this moment, she's less than 20 feet away, helping Samantha with her baby.
It's not that I think I don't deserve her, I just think maybe she belongs with someone different. Someone who's like her.
Someone who reads for fun, who has an almost permanent smile of their face. She deserves someone who can give her stability, and a future that holds something.
She looks up from the baby in her arms and meets my eyes, I smile hesitantly, and she returns the gesture, but her smile seems more genuine. Then she jerks her head slightly, a silent way of saying "come here", I'd known her long enough to read her body language.
I push myself off the chair, listening to it squeak in protest. I move closer to her and place a hand on her arm, crouching down so I'm just below her shoulder.
"Isn't he cute?" she asks quietly, careful not to wake him. Laura removes her eyes from me and focuses on the baby, but I can't take my eyes off of her.
"Absolutely beautiful," I whisper. She smiles down at the baby, completely oblivious.
We may not have a future together, but for now I'm content with loving her and knowing that I'll get hurt in the end. If loving her means heartache for me, maybe I'm okay with that. For the moment, though, I like to think that maybe- just maybe- I belong in her life, even if the good girl shouldn't be with the bad boy.
Because she is the sunlight when the sun is gone.
The song is called "She is the Sunlight" and it's by Trading Yesterday. This drabble is just a representation of the way I interpreted the song.