sorry i haven't posted in a while guys, i just haven't been in the mood, and then theres work, but today i actually felt like writing so here you go! enjoy! :) and just a heads up, there will probably only be a couple more chapters, 2-3 after this, unless something else comes up, but hey, it is longer than "forget me not" was, so i did what i said i was gonna do ;P enjoy!
I go to Ross's room and knock quietly on his door.
"Come in!" I hear him exclaim.
I walk in and he's sitting on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, reading a magazine.
"Put that down and put something nice on we're going out." I say with a smile.
"Where to?" he asks.
"You'll see." I reply with a mischievous grin.
He gives me that crooked grin of his I've always loved.
"Ok." He replies slightly unsure.
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes!" I reply.
I go to the guest bedroom, which also included a bathroom, and peered inside my bag hoping Vanessa had packed something nice.
"Yes!" I exclaim in delight when I see a simple, but stylish red dress folded neatly at the bottom of the bag.
I pulled it out and slipped it on, pulling out the little black flats that were also in my bag.
Taking the curling iron that Vanessa had also packed I went to the bathroom and plugged it in, adding a few curls to my hair once it was hot.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I ask in a sing song voice as I add one last final curl to my hair.
"It's Ross." He replies in a mocking sing song voice.
I laugh.
"What happened to fifteen minutes, it's been more like twenty!" he complains, but I know he doesn't mean it.
"Hold your horses I'm coming!" I reply.
"See to hold my horses I'd actually have to have a horse…or horses." He replies sarcastically.
"Ha, ha." I reply as I unplug the curling iron.
I give my dress a final tug and run my fingers through my now curled hair.
Then I open the door.
"Wow!" Ross exclaims.
"You look beautiful!"
"Thank you." I reply with a curtsy.
Ross, as usual, looked hot in a simple, but stylish, white V-neck t-shirt, faded blue jeans, his black converse, and his favorite leather jacket. His hair was lightly, but neatly tousled.
"You don't look too bad yourself hansom." I add.
"So are you going to tell me where we're going?" he asks.
"Ummm uh-uh, but I'm driving let's go." I reply
I pick up my purse and my jacket and we head outside, getting into my car.
It doesn't take us long to get to where we were going.
Ross looks up at the neon sign.
"Sammy's." he reads out loud.
"It sounds familiar." He adds as he turns to look at me.
"It should…this is where you took me on our first date." I reply with a smile.
"And, you were listening in on me and mom, weren't you?" he asks with an I-should've-known kind of smile.
"Maybe just a little bit." I reply with a grin.
He smiles and gets out of the car, coming around and opening my door for me.
"Well, shall we go?" he asks as he holds out his hand with a flourish.
I look up at him with a smile, loving how his eyes glistened from the glow of the neon lights.
I take his hand and he pulls me out of the car.
We make our way up the steps and into the restaurant.
"Reservation for Marano." I say to the man up front.
He looks at his list, nodding his head in confirmation.
"This way miss." He replies as he picks up two menus and takes us to our table.
Ross and I take a seat next to each other at the table.
"Can I start you two off with a drink?" he asks.
"Ladies first." Ross says with a smile.
"I'll take a root-beer." I reply politely.
"I'll take a coke." Ross replies.
"Ok, I'll have those out in just a few minutes." He replies and then turns to leave.
"This is a nice place." Ross says, trying to start a conversation.
"It is…do you remember it at all?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Not really." He replies.
"Well, that's ok, it doesn't matter." I reply.
"No…it does matter, everything about you matters…I wish I could remember." He replies.
A few lone tears slide down my cheeks.
"It doesn't matter as much as you being here matters…I don't know if I've told you this but…I…I thought I lost you, the night after the accident, I had a nightmare…the nightmare of you not being here, that's something I don't want to ever come true." I reply.
Ross reaches his hand out to rest on top of mine.
"I'm sorry I had you so worried." He replies, stroking the top of my hand with his thumb, which sent sparks up my arms.
I shake my head.
"Don't even apologize for something you couldn't control." I reply.
"I still wish I could remember though." He replies, putting his hand back in his lap, much to my dismay.
"You will, in time." I reply.
"For now let's just focus on the present." I add.
Before Ross has a chance to answer the waiter comes back with our drinks.
"Here you are, a root-beer, and a coke." He says as he sets our drinks on the table.
"Thank you." I reply.
"Are you guys ready to order or would you like a few more minutes?" he asks.
"A few more minutes please." I reply.
"Ok, take your time." He replies, and leaves again.
"I do remember one thing about you." Ross starts the conversation again.
Before I can have a chance to ask he continues.
"I do know that you're important to me, and I also know that I'm in love with you,"
"Ross-" I try to reply but he continues.
"And no amount of memory loss can ever change that." He finishes.
"How do I even reply to that?" I ask as I try and fail to hold back more tears.
"Don't, just come here." He replies, as he leans towards me.
Before I even have a chance to process what he's about to do, he cups my chin in his hands, looking into my eyes.
"I love you Laura Marano." He says, our lips so close they're almost touching.
And for the first time since he left for tour last fall, Ross Lynch's lips meet mine.
When suddenly he pulls back, a vacant look in his eyes.
"Ross…are you, ok?" I ask.
a/n i know i'm so mean to leave you guys with a cliff hanger, i'll make up for it in the next chapter, promise :)