Nonexistent strings

His unexpected actions

Laura's POV

3 missed calls

I scoff when my eyes fell directly on the person's name who has been calling me nonstop for the past hour. And the heart emoji I inserted years ago appearing every time he calls, it's starting to annoy.

I tossed my phone away making sure it lands safe in the comfy bed and not roll over it and fell in the hard floor where it could shatter into pieces. But considering it began to ring again by the same person, it wouldn't matter.

I could always buy a new one.

My mouth let out a frustrated groan trying to ignore the constant ringing.

"What's wrong?" Ross asked once I let myself fall on the bed next to his body, "aren't you gonna answer?" he pointed to my phone in the edge of the bed that if it rings one more time, it will probably fall.

"No", you could hardly hear that one word because my face was practically underneath the pillow but somehow he managed to understand. "But whoever it is, needs your attention"

I put the pillow aside looking at him directly in the eyes, "Believe me, he doesn't need attention. Specially mine"

"I was just assuming, don't need to have that attitude"

I sighed, running my fingers through my long and wavy hair "I'm sorry"

He went to the other side of the bed taking the cellphone in one of his hands and handing it to me. I looked at the phone in between his fingers with hesitation, fighting with myself if I should or not.

And the contact name for the person isn't helping my decision at all.

Allan ❤️

"Well if you aren't going to answer, then I will"

When he said those words my eyes immediately widen trying to snatch the phone away but he was already greeting the person on the other side of the line.

"Hello?" Ross asked, waiting for an answer from the person but all you could hear were his heavy breathing.

"Lynch, what are you doing with her phone?"

"Hello to you too. My day? it was great, extraordinary even" Ross said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which Allan did not like at all.

"Don't talk to me like that" he said in between teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was some rule detailing how people should talk to you"

"Where's Laura?"

"Why?"

"You don't need an answer for that"

"Well I didn't want to be the one who let down your hopes, but she doesn't want to talk to you since she has been avoiding your calls from the very first one"

There was a dramatic pause at the other line before it went dead signaling us he hung up with nothing else to say.

"I think," Ross said taking my hand and putting my phone in the palm of my left hand, "this is yours"

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"Come here," he said while patting the spot next to him in the queen sized bed located in the middle of my room, "lay down with me"

I turned my gaze from the window-in which I have been looking for minutes and secretly hoping to find a certain someone passing by- but let's be honest, that thought is really over my head. And looked directly at him with confusion.

My eyes fell on his well built body laying on the mattress and his gorgeous hazel eyes watching every movement I do.

Meanwhile I was walking closer to him with hesitation, million questions started to invade my mind. And a lot of them started with the word 'if'.

It's frustrating.

But at the end, I found myself crawling slowly to where he was laying and plopped myself next to him.

His hands immediately found their way to my hair and started to run his fingers through my hair, down to the last curl. He did that with every strand of my light brown hair until, out of nowhere, a question was asked.

"What are you so closed? Like the world is only about you and you forbid to let others in" he spoke lowly, still with his fingers in between a strand of hair.

For a moment I kept on replaying the question, and trying to find my best words to answer. My life is like a tall tower of cards, without the base it would fall; and to reconstruct it needs a lot of effort. But myself, is a different story.

"I am like a book. Apparently boring. Easy to let it aside. You don't know if it is there or no; but once you open it, you know, for each page, that I hide a secret, I am not what you thought I was and I am so much better than the people who want to let me down. I have magic, imagination, full of inspiration and full of puzzles. I am a mystery, but you don't know it, because I am that kind of book nobody wants to read"

It was my perspective. How for those years of people who didn't want anything coming from me and not even let me exchange a word with them because for them I apparently didn't fit in their world, let me thought about it better and actually they were right.

I don't/didn't fit in their world, because that world wasn't made for me.

My illusions are bigger than letting myself get conformist by a little group of people wanting to make me feel lower than them.

Because I may be better, but their negativity make believe otherwise. Believe in the wrong side of the story.

My world is a lot bigger. Only made for me.

The coldness in my lower arm made me come back to reality and made me realize the position we were. How I was underneath, and he was on top.

Of course holding his weight to not crush me.

His hands went from my lower arm to my waist, and his knees were on both sides of my hips. He lowered his head slowly until his mouth was near my ear ready to say something.

"I gladly would be that person to read the book. Know what kind of magic it possesses, how much of imagination it has, I want to solve all the puzzles, but most importantly, get to know each secret it hides" Ross whispered in a deep and husky voice which sent me chills all over my body.

His teeth sank gentle on my earlobe which made me part my lips a little and let some air out, obviously shocked by the unexpected action.

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Hey!

So, I am gonna end it like that because. . . Well, I really don't know.

I know it's a little late but. . BOOMBOX IS AMAZING!

That song has been stuck in my head for days, and I still can't get over how awesome it is.

If there are any mistakes I am SORRY

BUH BYE