I say this about everything but I literally hate this so much

She was ready. America's Next Top Model was starting in 5 minutes, which meant Laura was popping the popcorn and about to settle down for an hour of fashion and drama. Just one thing left, the drinks. Coca Cola had been apart of her ANTM tradition for the past 3 seasons. There was a recently opened bottle in the fridge and a glass in the cabinet with her name on it- no, literally, a fan had given her a mug with her name on it and she used it specifically for ANTM purposes.
She dropped the heavy bottle on the counter and twisted, expecting to hear the fizzle of fresh soda. But nothing, the cap wouldn't budge. This meant one thing, Ross had been the last one to close it. Not only had she been telling him since day one not to touch her Coca Cola, but every time he did he closed it so tightly that she'd have to have Hulk muscles to open it. Drinking her soda was the crime, and closing the bottle tightly was his calling card.

"Ross!" she calls up the stairs.

"Huh?" he replies.

"I need you to open my-"

"Coke, yeah, I got it," He says. There's the squeaking of his desk chair, footsteps, and then he appears in the doorway.

"Thank you," she grins as he twists the cap off.

"Of course," he nods.

"Why do you close the bottle so tight, I mean I'm forced to bother you every week," she chuckles.

"I don't mind," he shrugs, "I kind of like when you need me."

"What?"

"You're so independent, I just like that you need me for something," he admits.

"I'll always need you," she smiles, "wanna watch America's Next Top Model with me?"

"I really shouldn't," he sighs, "lots of planning."

"You're always working," she reminds him.

"I guess an hour of beauty won't hurt," he winks.

"Oh please, most of those girls are so vain that it doesn't matter how hot-"

"Calm down, who said I was talking about the models?" he laughs.

"You already got me, you don't have to keep flirting," she chuckles.

"I can't help it, it comes naturally," he shrugs.

"Mhm," she nods. They settle onto the couch under a soft purple blanket, their legs tangled together and the bowl of popcorn between them.

"Wait so Brittany is the bitch?" Ross asks.

"Yes, we like Allison. The weird one with the pale skin and big eyes," Laura reminds him.

"Okay," he says, "should I be taking notes?"

"For sure."

"I'll remember that for next time."

"Who do you think's getting eliminated?"

"I'll have to say Tiffani."

"Ross I think you're only saying that because she said music was a waste of time," Laura laughs, "besides, she won the challenge this week which means she can't even get sent home."

"I still don't like her."

"Understood."

"Taylor's pretty."

"I know."

"Almost as pretty as you Laura."

"I love you."

I wrote the ending to this in like 10 minutes bc I have homework and a lot of excuses