Celebrity Status
Chapter One
Laura doesn't give him a chance to speak.
She doesn't even bother to pick up all her pencils, papers, and tampons that have so combine you spilled all over the porch.
Instead, she pushes past the blond, rushes inside the house immediately, then slams it right in his face and locks it.
Laura heard her mom giggling in the kitchen, so she walks in there hoping to have some sense knocked into her by her mother, the most sensible woman she knows.
"Mom, I think I'm going crazy. I swear I just saw-"
If Laura had been holding something in her hands, she definitely would havdropped it at seeing the sight in front off her.
"Hello, Laura," Stormie Lynch smiles friendly and waves enthusiastically.
"Laura honey, how was school?" Her mom says in a calm manner as if this is just any old Tuesday and there isn't a woman who was suppose to be in L.A. in her kitchen and there wasn't her best friend turned enemy on her porch.
Laura does the only thing she can think of doing at the moment. She screams at the too of her lungs.
Ellen and Stormie give the girl a strange look as she proceeds to scream, grab a Go-gurt out of the fridge, and marches up the stairs to her room.
She flops onto her bed, groaning into her pillow then rips into her oh-so-desired treat before she hears a bustle of footsteps trail up the stairs.
Someone, who she believes to be her mother inquiring about Laura's strange behavior, knocks lightly on Laura's bedroom door, and since she thinks it's her mom, she answers it.
But the face she's met with is not her moms. Instead it's the face of Ross Lynch.
she snarls disgustedly, silently asking what he wants.
"You, uh, dropped your bag and I thought you might want it," he holds it out awkwardly in front of him.
"Thanks," Laura says in a small voice and practically rips it out of his hands. She pushes the door closed, but his foot slides in the way.
"Uh, Laur, can I talk to you?" He asks hopefully. "I think that-"
"There's nothing to say Ross!" She snaps and Ross takes a step back at the sound of her harsh tone.
"Laura," he says her name so soft she almost gives in. His eyes look so pleading and desperate. So sincere.
But she doesn't fall for that.
Not again.
"I don't have anything to say to you!" She hisses, holding back tears. "And I think you've said quite enough to me already!"
she pushes him into the hallway through blurry vision and once again slams the door in his face as tears rush down her cheeks. She wipes them away with the back of her hand and composes herself.
He's not worth the tears anymore.
She'd done enough of that in the past.
Laura sits on a barstool in a local coffee shop. Even though she's not much of a coffee drinker, the aroma that fills the building is enough to make this place Laura's favorite homework spot. The warmth hugs her fragile figure invitingly, giving a sense of comfort, especially on cold Octobet afternoons in Littleton like these.
She taps her pencil against her chin working on some sheet music with a horrible case of writer's block. Laura leans her ahead back with a sigh and her eyes catch the image of a familiar looking blond walking down the sidewalk.
'Pass me by,' she thinks with crossed fingers. 'Just keeping walking, Shor.'
But unfortunately, that little bell that hangs on the door chimes behind her.
She groans irritatedly and begins to gather up all her stuff and go back home.
Ross is standing in line behind three other people. He looks around the coffee shop as a sense of nostalgia washes over him, past childhood memories fill his mind. He does a double take when he sees a familiar head of brown hair.
"Laura!" He yells and runs over to her.
She grabs everything and quickly shoves it into her book bag, ready to exit the building.
Ross grabs her arm before she can leave and she falls back into him unexpectedly.
"What the hell do you want, Ross?"
"I just want to talk to you. Laura, please," he says with pleading eyes.
Laura caves. She sets her bag down on the table, crosses her arms over her chest, and gives him a look. "You have five minutes and then I never have to listen to a word you say again."
"Okay, just listen. Laura, I know you're mad that I left, but I'm back now and I just want my friend back. Please Laura, I missed you."
"Ross," his name came out as a harsh word with the amount of anger in her voice, "do you honestly think I was upset that you left Colordo to get a record deal?"
"I just..." His sentence trails off. He eventually closes his mouth, not knowing what to say and let's her continue.
"No, of coarse I wasn't. I was happy for you. That was your dream since you were nine, probably even before that, and even though I was gonna miss you like crazy, I was still happy for you!" She's full on shouting at him now. He stands backed away from her, not daring to interrupt.
"But you hurt me Ross. You said things that you can't take back no matter how much you try. I've known you my whole life and you were always the one person I could count on. I could tell you anything and everything. Every time my parents were fighting or my family was giving me a hard time, I could go to you and just forget all that. You were my rock. You were my best friend. You were the one person I never expected to hurt me the most." She chokes on her last couple words. A large lump forms in her throat as tears barely make their way down her cheeks before she's wiping them away.
Ross brushes his fingers over the delicate skin of her cheek. She takes in a sharp intake of breath as his cold, calloused fingertips burn against her hot flesh. She stares up into his eyes. If one things for sure, he's still that same old Ross. Playful and childlike, she'd always loved that about him, wishing she could share those same characteristics. In that one glance, she scours see his vulnerability. Every single emotion he was feeling was locked up in his eyes.
"Laur," he whispers her name as his hot, cinnamon-scented breath dances over her face.
She bites her lip gently.
Why is he here?
Why now?
Why at all?
Why, after all these years of trying to forget about him, had he come crashing back into her life?
she shakes her head, her gaze goes back to an icy, cold stare. She jerks away from his grip. "Don't call me that!" She seethes. "I'm not "Laur" anymore! Don't you get it Ross?! You hurt me! We aren't friends anymore! You can't just give me that... that look and expect me to forgive you and forget about everything!"
"I... I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter," she sighs, "I don't know why you'd ever want to come back here. I don't know why you would leave Los Angeles to come back to Smalltown, USA, but I can tell you one thing.
"I. Don't. Want. You. Here."
Ross looks down at the floor, drawing mindless shapes with his foot. He swallows before looking back up to her face. "I'm sorry, Laur- Laura," he pauses to shove his hands in his pockets and turns around to walk out of the shop.
"I'm really sorry," he whispers so that only he can hear it as a single tear rolls down his cheek.
He exits the building, and Laura just collapses onto her chair, picking at her nails and staring blankly at the wall.
A/N
Well, there you have it. The first chapter of "Celebrity Status". This chapter is a little longer than the prologue but still kind of on the short side. The next chapter will focus more on Laura's home life and then the one after that will me Ross's home life, so there won't be much Raura interaction in the next two chapters, but I promise you guys month have to wait OVER a month for the next update. Sorry about that by the way.
For those of you wondering, Why is Ross in Littleton? What did Ross say to Laura to make her hate him? Don't worry, you all will find out in good time. There will be more explanation as the story progresses and I'll probably have a chapter that's like a flashback or something.
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