Summary: Ross and Laura realize one mistake could really mess everything up and when Laura gets accepted into NYU, Ross hits rock bottom harder than before. Three shot. Based on One Last Dance.
A/N: Someone asked me if they kissed or had sex, welllll they kissed and that's all it was supposed to be but then you know those really dramatic movie scenes where the guy comes back to kiss the girl again? That's what happened. (Not really.) They kissed and it escalated into something more and that's why I put 'she couldn't even process what was going on' so yah sex. She gave him her virginity. Also, this chapter is really ooc and it's really where Ross just gets out of it because she's gone.
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never meant to break your heart, sometimes things just fall apart
He can't stop crying. That's all he seems to be able to do.
Ever since she left.
Ross carries the bottle tightly in his hand as he slumps down against the outside wall of a bar - he can't even remember the name of.
They're pretty sure that he's done and there's no going back. That he's gone for good.
It's been two weeks and it feels like it's been fucking years since he last saw her. Since he practically spilled his heart out to her and she still left.
He never knew what pain really felt like until now and it's nothing like what he imagined.
Heartache is the worst kind of pain.
He's angry with himself. It's all his fault. He lost everything. No scratch that, she was his everything and he let it slip from his hands all too easy.
He bangs his head against the wall repeatedly. This is his fifth time getting into a fight and he doesn't even care anymore.
The drugs have gone to his mind. He's tired of people telling him what to do.
He's tired of feeling. Because when he feels, he hurts and when he hurts, he cries and he's so over the tears.
He chugs down the rest of his drink before throwing the bottle at the empty street and then he screams.
He screams because the pain is unbearable.
He's never been so angry at the world and he wonders why does everything have to be so fucked up for him.
That why can't he ever be happy.
Before he can even get up, he sees the bright lights of flashing heading towards him and people are asking him questions.
He wonders will this ever be over. Can he ever mend the pain?
"I'm worried about you, Ross." Rydel throws the latest magazine on the table in front of her brother.
The headlines lately had been crazy with things like 'Disney's Laura Marano ditches show for college - reason for Ross Lynch's behavior?' or 'Ross Lynch caught in a bar fight, what's going on?'
He rolls his eyes as he picks up the magazine. It's a picture of him and Laura and on the other side one of him in a club, partying.
That was the night she left. The night he went driving around town trying to calm his nerves and when that failed, he ran off to the nearest club and tried to make himself forget.
The two pictures have a split down the middle and the headline reads 'Could Laura Marano be the reason for Ross Lynch's out of control behavior?'
He throws the magazine at the wall. "You shouldn't be worried about me. I'm a big kid, I can handle myself for fucksake, Rydel." Ross says, trying to dismiss the topic.
"No, Ross." Rydel picks the magazine up. "Do you see this shit? You're making yourself look horrible. I can't sit here and let you do this to yourself."
Ross scoffs. "Why should it matter anymore? I don't have anything left to lose." He shrugs.
Rydel drops the magazine back on the table then sits down beside him.
"I know how you feel and it's going to feel like it won't get better but it will."
Ross snorts. "Sure, did you lose the love of your life too, huh? Did they leave you, did they?"
Rydel sighs.
"I didn't think so." Ross gets up from his seat. "Nothing is right anymore, Rydel. Nothing." He throws his hands up.
Rydel picks up the roll of weed from the table, the smell of it almost making her gag. "This won't make anything right either." She holds it up to him. "You're better than this."
Ross snatches it from his sister's hand but she dodges him. "It helps me forget, Rydel. It makes me feel like none of this is real and I'm not hurting anymore. I'm just another person."
"Ross-"
"No!" He yells, his control finally breaking.
"Don't you dare try to tell me that it's going to be okay! Nothing's okay. Nothing can be okay." He shakes his head.
Rydel's heart drops at the scene of her little brother practically breaking down.
"I'm so fucking lost without her, man. I can't even breathe right. There's no reason to live if I can't have her." He paces the floor repetitively.
"She left me." He says stopping and leaning his head against the wall. "She fucking left me!" He punches the wall with his fist, the contact burning his skin.
The sudden impact causes Rydel to jump up and she runs over to her brother.
"She's gone, Rydel." The tears start rolling down his face like a waterfall and he can't stop. "She's gone."
His heart beat picks up and he's shaking involuntarily. He falls to the floor and his sister catches him in her arms as they both hit the carpet.
"She left me." He says one last time and it's almost a whisper.
Rydel holds him tightly as he continues to cry, rocking him back and forth.
"Please." Ross pleads as if asking for another chance. "Please."
"So how's NYU?" Vanessa asks her sister, through her phone.
Laura groans, falling back onto her bed. "Remind me why I'm here again."
"To move on with your life, to get over a guy and to move on with your life." Vanessa answers, arching an amused eyebrow.
"I know," Laura begins. "But being here..it doesn't feel right. I'm trying to get used to it but I'm just not feeling it." She shrugs.
Truth was that she wasn't. Of course, she loved New York but her heart just wasn't in it. She missed home.
Vanessa sighs, sitting up. "Laura he's miserable. You need to look online, it's crazy."
Laura shakes her head to herself, looking at her sister through the screen of her IPad. "No, because if I do, then all I'll do is run straight back to him and I can't do that."
"What are you trying to prove?" Vanessa questions.
"That I can live without him. That everything in my life doesn't revolve around him. That I can be happy."
"I get that Laura," Vanessa begins. "But are you happy?"
Laura's quick to answer. "No...but I can't come home now, Vanessa. It's too early on. I have to stay."
"You two are the most difficult people I know and it's so fucking ridiculous. You both need each other more than anyone will ever know." Vanessa tells her. "Stop trying to make excuses up, Laura and come back."
"Vanessa, it's not just that. It's-it's the fact that he just told me he loved me and thought that would fix everything. It just doesn't work that way. If I was to come back, who's to say we'd be together, what would happen? He was right, we are wrong for each other."
"I've never seen two people who are so right for each other keep trying to convince themselves that they aren't." Vanessa rolls her eyes.
"Laur, just promise me you'll look online, okay? You need to know what's going on here and stop trying to avoid it." Vanessa commands.
"But Vanes-"
Vanessa waves goodbye to her sister before cutting the connection to their video chat.
Laura sighs and lays there for a few minutes debating if she should just go online and eventually she does.
She logs on to twitter and her mentions are exploding with tweets about her and Ross.
Most are hateful but she ignores them. She's confused about what's happening so she keeps scrolling until she sees an article that a fan tweeted her.
She clicks on the link and what she sees make her mouth drop open.
As she reads through it she can't help but think that it's all her fault.
That she's caused this.
There's pictures of him passed out in clubs, his face is bruised, there's videos of him in bar fights, with drugs, and various girls and it's all too much.
She closes her laptop and she cries.
She cries for him. She cries because she knows if she hadn't left, then this wouldn't be happening.
Ross throws his head back in laughter at nothing in particular.
He tried to stay away but he's here again. He can't help it.
He gets up from the couch in the middle of the club and the girls holding onto him reluctantly let go.
Once he's standing, he makes his way for the bar and he orders another gallon of whatever the bartender suggests is strong and then the blonde waits.
He feels shamed that this is what it's come to but he doesn't care at the moment.
He takes what might be his third gallon of alcohol and then he's on his feet again, heading back to his section but then his body suddenly feels weak and he can barely move.
His legs wobble but he keeps walking and walking. His vision begins to haze and sweat beads down his face.
Then his legs finally give in and he's falling to the floor and so does the pitcher, shattering into pieces as it hits the floor.
Ross' vision goes white and for once he feels okay. He doesn't have to hurt anymore.
His eyes close slowly and he's out.
He doesn't have to feel numb.
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