This is actually an idea I tried writing with all the boys in the band, but it just seemed to flow better with Ross idk enjoy
I inhaled, the smell of alcohol, sweat and teenage desperation attacking my nostrils. I scrunched up my face, reaching for my phone as another loved-up couple walked hand in hand towards the house.
Midway through texting my brother to pick me up, somebody sits by my side. I ignore them, hoping they would scram. But the person remained, a red solo cup in their hands.
"It's rude to slurp" I commented, finally looking sideways. I flinched ever so slightly when I realised it was a blonde guy, his hair trapped behind his aviator shades (despite it being late night). He smiled to me.
"Sorry, I didn't even realise" he said. "You having fun out here?"
"I enjoy my own company dearly"
"Yikes" he chuckled. "Feisty. But to be honest, I prefer it out here too. Night time or daytime?"
"What's with the interrogation?" I looked at him again, catching a glimpse of his eyes. He looked persisting, refusing to give up. "Night time"
"Thought so, you have that sort of mysterious cloud surrounding you"
"Is that good?"
"It is fucking awesome" he offered me his hand to shake. "I'm Ross, you?"
"Juliet" I smiled back. "But call me Jules and I will hurt you"
"Do you not like the pet name?" I shook my head. "What do I call you then?"
"Whatever you wish" I shrugged, looking at my dirty converse. Edward then shot me a text, questioning where I was. I ignored it. "How old are you?"
"Almost 19, you?" Ross asked.
"20"
"I would take you for 17 or something" his eyes then travelled to my hand which was resting on my knee. They almost shot out of their sockets. "Please tell me that is a regular ring and not an engagement ring"
I sighed. "Sure is"
"You have your whole life to get married! Go live!" He exclaimed, but then relaxed. "You don't sound happy about it.."
"Because the guy I'm supposed to be marrying is a total tool and I don't have a say in it" I crossed my arms. "You don't realise how much I want to slap him"
"Do it, but let me be there to watch" I stared him down. "What?! Always down for some beef!"
As I was laughing, sirens were audible in the distance, approaching the house party that was now at full swing.
"We should probably go hide"
I shot up from the grass. "Good idea"
+++
Whilst we were hidden on the other side of the road, I got to know Ross a whole of a lot better and he got to know me. I now know he enjoys skateboarding and playing guitar, he has 4 siblings and has a mid 70's lifestyle (explained by the floral button down that was only half buttoned underneath his leather jacket).
He now knows about my love for painting, and how I spend most of my time at home unless I am invited out. He also knows about Luke and Millie, my siblings.
He had a cool hippie vibe, and he was fun to talk to.
The party was stopped, and we were sat on top of his car, waiting for my brother and fiancé to find me. The conversation between us was flowing until, "Where were you?!"
Edward appears beside me, completely not acknowledging Ross. He looked mad, whilst Ross looked at him oddly.
"I was out here because I wasn't okay inside" I explained. "And I made a friend"
"We're going home, now" he hissed.
"Luke is coming to pick me up" I avoided eye contact. He suddenly grasped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
From the corner of my eye, a hand adorned with rings touched Edward's forearm. "She's a girl, not a piece of meat"
"You shut up" Edward said to him, finally releasing me. I instantly gripped my face, feeling the places that were now sore and possibly going to bruise.
Ross glared at Edward. During time we were here, we spoke about alcohol, and how he has mood swings when under the influence of alcohol; as we spoke of so, he drank at least two bottles of beer.
I was staring nervously between the both when Ross swings at Edward, using the same hand that was taken over by rings. I silently prayed that he had broken his jaw.
Then they decided to go at each other, leaving me (weak, sensitive me) to break them up.
And I sort of did, Edward bleeding from virtually everywhere and Ross only from his nose. I held them both at arms distance, until I felt the hand of a disapproving police officer on my shoulder.
Looks like I won't need a ride, seen as I now have one.
To freaking jail.
I kind of really want to write a cliche, teen romance because they are so fun and cute omg
YOU ARE READING
scenarios // multifandom
Fanfictionjust some random ideas that appear in my mind // BTS & R5