"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
— Dr. Seuss
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Picture: Skylar crying
Video: Teacher by Nick Jonas
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Ross' POV
I got home and picked Skylar up from the car, her small hands cupped the side of her head, as her eyes remained to a rested close. I locked the car and opened the door which soon I ended up in my room, we have no guest room because I have 4 siblings and parents, so it's a six bedroom house which is massive. I placed Skylar on the bed and went to the bathroom to shower, tonight has been just too much. Taking of my shirt I look in the mirror, am I really getting married? More importantly am I really marrying Skylar? She hates me. I can't be a husband, I don't know how? I won't be loyal or do that lovey dovey crap. I flirt with hundreds girls. I enjoy it and all of sudden telling me to be caged and pinned down to one women. I'm only 18 years old. That's too young. I run my hands over my face and let the boiling water burn my skin.
After my shower, I walk back into my room only in my boxers to find a sleeping Skylar on my bed. God, is she still sleeping? She's kind of looks like a little puppy when she sleeps, the cute pout that is currently dancing lazily on her lips reminds me off when she slept round my house years back.
-Flashback-
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU ROSS" She screams as she helplessly tries to shrink into the corner of the wall more. "Please, please, PLEASE ROSS GET IT AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE" She screams as her eyes start to fill up with tears when the stick that currently had a cockroach on the edge of it. I laugh at her facial expression. "Stop being such a girl, It's not going to eat you" I pull it away from her face. I felt bad for making her scared to the extent of her 10 year old self cry, I wanted to hug and apologise, I hate seeing her cry.
She wiped her tears away and started to shake in the corner of the room. I threw the stick with the bug outside and immediately hugged her to myself, letting my arms hold her sobbing shoulders. "You know I-I'm afraid of bugs" She cries and looks up at me. I want to hit myself a hundred times over for making her cry. "I'm sorry Skylar" I said seriously doubting why she still is my friend till this day. "It's ok, b-but please don't do that again" she lies her head on my shoulder. I stroke her soft hair and close my eyes loving... Loving... Her smell? Her hair? I think loving her in my arms. "I promise, I won't ever do something like that to you again" I rested my head over hers. "Ross" she yawns. "yeah" I respond. "I love you because your favourite friend and you make me smile when i'm upset" she kissed my blush full cheek and relaxed her head back on my shoulder. My arms immediately kept her close to me, safe and secure. "I love you to Skylar. Your my bestest friend" I leaned my head on hers and just watch the birds tweet and the wind dance with the leaves.
I heard soft snores and I chuckled, she fell asleep on me. I picked up her paper light body in my small but strong arms at the age of 10 and placed her in my bed. I chuckled when she pouted strangely after I let her go. I felt a pull between our friendships and rushed to circle her in my arms. A small smile left her lips and mine.
-End of Flashback-
I took off her converse, placing them by my door and taking out all the clips and grips that was placed in her still blonde hair. The feel of it still remained, the smell of her was still there. Lastly, I was left with her dress, I smirked thinking of me taking of her dress for her comfort obviously. Memories of us going to the beach party our friend invited us too years back relinked in my mind, her black one peace that made her look like a dancer. I unzipped her dress and pulled it down only leaving her in a black bra and normal bikini briefs. Wow even in normal underwear she looks really good. I grabbed her a shirt and put it over her head, it went to her mid thigh. By this time her hair was everywhere, I placed some of my sweats over her ever going legs and she was still asleep. Same old Skylar, I think and smile.
I grabbed a scrunchy from Rydel's room and tied her hair in a ponytail/bun thing, I don't know what it's called, it just messy. I was tempted to give her Rydel's clothes but I don't want to go snooping through her draws, it's a bit gross looking through my older sister's clothes. I shiver from the thought and I freeze slightly when I see her blinking her eyes and moving!
Yawning she wakes up and stretches her muscles. "What the?" Her eyes widen when they make contact with me, I could see the familiar sacredness filling her iris' she attempts to move away from me before she realises she is on my bed. "Where am I?" She whispered almost like she is lost. That familiar feeling of disappointing her comes up but just like what I do every day when I pick on her, I push it down. I am not some baby . Not in the mood for the conversation I walk towards my closet to find some sweats.
"Go back to sleep" I shrug her off. "No, where am I? Why are you in your boxer's? OH My God. What am I wearing? Did we have-"She cries looking down at my clothes currently fitting on her body. "It's my clothes babe. And no- we didn't have-" I inform her, I know I take my fill of her but I draw the line at pushing her to do something like that. That's way over the line, even though what I am doing isn't as noble.
"Why am I wearing it? Where's my dress?" She stutters and I turn my back around to see her staring at my white boxers. you got to admit it, but I am hot.
"I changed you, so you were comfortable" I smirk feeling proud of myself. Her eyes widen and she blushes understanding what the process involved.
"You changed me" She yells above angry and I see that she has risen to her knees. I laugh at her cuteness and turn around to open the draw with my sweats on. I find some black ones and I take those at. "Yes, so?" I added as I turned around to face her. She was angry and annoyed but it just looked too cute on her cheekbones. "Why?" she growls out. Then I watch her eyes glance down to me pulling my sweatpants up my legs. I decide to tease, slowly I pull them up to just under where my boxer fit my thighs. She widened her pupils and diverted her gaze to my face.
"I was just filling in the position of the caring fiancée" I smirked when she gasps and looks down at the wedding ring currently placed on her finger. She mumbled something incoherent under her breath and stares daggers at me. "Caring?" Skylar spits the word out. "By seeing me at my most-" she pauses and sighs annoyed.
"Would you stop shouting, we will be married soon anyway and everything will have to be like that anyway, so get used to it." I shrugged, she shifted her glare from my face to my boxers that where on show. "I cannot believe you just said that" she sighs. "And pull your damn sweats up" She throws her hands in the air. "Why, does it bother you?" I smirk at her. She turns away from me and looks at the engagement ring on her finger. "You're disgusting" she mumbles. "And your annoying as hell" I mutter. She glares AGAIN at me and looks around my room. I pull my sweats up and she looks down at the bed she is sitting on. "Why am I in your room?" She gulps.
"As part of our marriage training, part of it requires to share the same room" I inform her, I don't need training. I'm an expert in the field anyway. She nods and silence overcomes us. "I don't want to sleep with you" she adds. I look up from my shoes that where near the door and stare at her in confusion. "Do you know the amount of girls would call you crazy if they heard those words come out of your mouth" I explained sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't care" She says. "They can all go check themselves in mental hospitals" she mumbles under her breath. I smirk, it's cute when she tries to avoid to curse.
"So where are you sleeping then?" I ask. "I don't know, maybe- I think, o-on the floor or-" she looks around the room. I shrug, okay if that's what she wants. "Get of the bed then. I'm tired and I want to sleep." I pushed her off my bed and she looked at the wooden floor like a black hole was there.
I turn the lamp off and the room turns darker, only the window light is in the room and creates a blue tint to everything. Sighing I close my eyes and then open them not hearing her move. What is she doing? I wonder. Turning back around, I rest my head on the pillow watching her carefully. She is biting her fingertips and she gazes at the floor, she grabs her dress that I took off her and scrunches it for her to rest her head on. After I see her notice my blue furry rug on the floor and she covers her petite body in. She sighs and cocoons into a small animal. That feeling rips at my ligaments and I soon find myself taking away the rug of her body and picking her up.
I lay her down on my bed and she stares at me curiously, "why did you do that?" she asks sleepily. "I might be a jerk to you sometimes, but even I'm not the harsh to let you sleep on my floor" I explain and climb into the bed myself. She turns around and faces the window. "Thanks" she mutters. I pause a moment. She just thanked me. "Your welcome"
Hope I did good on this one!!
Love yar
Priya
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