A/N: This might get a little dirty.
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He'd had a shitty day. Just an all around shitty day. Filming Teen Beach Movie 2 was running his tank dry, especially after all the night shoots they were doing. It had gotten so bad in fact, that it was to the point where he was looking high as a fucking kite in every picture he took and his fans were starting to call him out on it. The icing on top of his proverbial suck-balls cake, was that it was Rydel's 21st birthday his band would be out celebrating back in LA while he was stuck in stupid ass Puerto Rico filming this stupid ass sequel with his stupid ass costars.
Puerto Rico actually wasn't so bad, but there was somewhere else he'd rather be.
And Maia wasn't so bad but there was someone else he'd rather be with.
Someone who he hadn't seen in two months. Two months which felt like fucking forever when that someone was Laura Marano.
Now he wouldn't go so far as to say that not seeing Laura for two months felt as awful as getting dumped on Valentines Day, wrapping yourself in a snuggie, drowning yourself in Ben and Jerry's, and watching the Fault in Our Stars on repeat.
But it was pretty damn close.
Not too mention that tomorrow his oblivious Goddess would be at the Teen Choice Awards, that he wasn't attending, dressed in God Knows What kind of alluring garb that would create an immediate boner in his new floral swim trunks and leave him choking his chicken for the rest of the night.
Maybe it was best he wasn't going.
Especially after last year. When he'd seen her on the red carpet, he'd almost jizzed in his ripped up jeans.
It had been a seemingly innocent ensemble. Her hair fell around her shoulders in the usual loose curls that drove him insane, with an additional braid to the side, pulling her bangs from her face. Her skin glowed with its natural brilliance, makeup used only to accent some of her stronger features. Like those big brown doe eyes.
And those perfect pink lips. Lips that he'd seen pressed to the base of his cock.
Only in his dreams, but it still counted.
But the dress. The dress was the real doozy.
It was royal blue, which he had long ago decided was the prime hue for her coloring. At first glance it was appropriately modest. High neckline, long hem. Just the way he liked her when she was out in public.
He knew he had no right to be possessive over her, but Laura had the power to turn the straightest of women into fucking Ellen DeGeneres incarnates, so he could only imagine the effect she had on other men.
On further appraisal of her outfit though, he had noticed that the "high neckline" was actually sheer that allowed for a very charitable glimpse of her apt cleavage.
Like, there was literally a cut out in the fabric of her dress reserved for the valley between her tits.
On the bottom half was more sheer fabric, this time exposing the five inches of milky thigh that was left bare by the solid part of the dress.
He was so caught up in staring at his opposing lead costar that Maia had to flick his forehead like a child to regain his attention.
He'd have been embarrassed if he hadn't been so aroused.
And so he'd promptly ignored her for the rest of the night.
It had confused and hurt her, and they'd argued about it via text the next day, but he'd made up some excuse about being caught up promoting TBM. He had always hated lying to her but it wasn't like he could just come out and say, "Hey, Laur. Sorry I didn't talk to you last night. I was just kind of preoccupied with the idea of fucking your brains out."
Yeah, that would've gone well.
Anyway, now he missed her. A lot. And he wouldn't be seeing her tomorrow. And R4 (he deliberately subtracted himself) would be seeing her. And also celebrating Rydel's birthday.
Assholes.
One of the things that he was grateful for about filming in Puerto Rico (besides the fact that it was freaking Puerto Rico) is that it was on eastern time. Which meant that if he wanted to text someone in say, maybe California, they'd still be awake.
And he wanted to text someone in California.
To: Laura Marano
12:43 AM
Hey!
Yeah. He was a pretty great conversationalist. Some would say a natural orator even. He probably should look for a career in politics. Or motivational speaking.
From: Laura Marano
12:45 AM
Hey, stranger! How the heck are ya?! Wait, are you not filming?! Why are you awake?! Isn't it like 1 am there?! Ross, you need to get some rest!
Still the same old Laura. Incredibly enthusiastic, spastic, and adorkable to the point where she couldn't even complete a full thought without thinking up a new one. Of course, only she would know that Puerto Rico was on Eastern Time without even having to look it up. She loved school.
Literally loved it. Like…would go back willingly to learn more.
So fucking adorkable.
To: Laura Marano
12:47 AM
Good. No. Not sleepy. Yes. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
He knew she hated it when he was short with her and didn't put effort in to carrying on the discussion. She thought it was "lazy" and "impolite". It especially got her goat when he'd do it after he was the one to initiate the conversation.
Oops.
From: Laura Marano
12:49 AM
Good talk. Night.
He rolled his eyes but had trouble biting back the grin that was beginning to curl at his lips.
To: Laura Marano
12:50 AM
Oh, stop being so dramatic. ;) I'm really not tired. And I don't have to be on set until four tomorrow. These night shoots have got my sleep schedule all wonky. Have you talked to Rydel?
He leaned back on the soft white sheets of the bed in his hotel room, propping an arm behind his head. He was crazy exhausted but she was so worth staying up to talk to. Especially since she was probably about to go on some dorky kick about his Cirquedelean Ribem.
From: Laura Marano
12:54 AM
Oh. Sad face. :( I'm sorry, Ross. I bet all the night filming you guys have been doing has been messing with your Circadian Rhythm. You're body is just so used to forcing itself to be nocturnal that it'll be hard to switch back to nighttime sleeping. Yeah, I called her earlier! SO FREAKING EXCITING ITS HER BIRTHDAY AND SHES LEGAL AHHHH!
Circadian Rhythm, Cirquedelean Ribem. To-may-to, to-mah-to.
He still got the point.
To: Laura Marano
12:56 AM
You are such a dork. And yeah that's probably it. Thanks, Professor Marano. What are you doing up anyway? Don't you got a big day ahead of you tomorrow?
From: Laura Marano
12:59 AM
*Have, Ross. I HAVE a big day ahead of me tomorrow. And Professor Marano is my father. Also it's only 10 here. Although, everyone else in my family is in bed so I guess it's justified of you to think I would be too.
God she was so wordy. He didn't know why he liked it. He just did.
To: Laura Marano
1:00 AM
So why aren't you going to sleep as well?
He always ignored her grammatical corrections. He didn't want to feed her intellectual fire.
From: Laura Marano
1:03 AM
I guess I'm just anxious. I always have a hard time sleeping the night before an awards show. I am just so pumped to see everyone! WOO HOO! :D
Not everyone.
From: Laura Marano
1:03 AM
Well, not everyone… :/
Oh, good. He hadn't completely escaped her mind.
To: Laura Marano
1:04 AM
What? Who won't be there?
So what if he's goading her. Call him manipulative.
From: Laura Marano
1:06 AM
Ross, don't be silly. You know who won't be there…Raini!
Well then. She was tricky. And rude.
From: Laura Marano
1:06 AM
And of course, you. Not that it matters because you'd be sure to ignore me anyway.
He grimaced, scratching his lower stomach distractedly. He was never going to get to live that down. Time to dig into his chest of lies.
To: Laura Marano
1:07 AM
I kept getting pulled to do press stuff! I told you!
He waited a minute and then five. After ten minutes he figured she must've fallen asleep and was settling into his bed for his own blissful escape.
From: Laura Marano
1:20 AM
That's weird. I for sure thought it had something to do with the way you were eye fucking me on the red carpet.