Author: onemorefanaccount
You offer Justin an apologetic smile before sighing. "Ross seems to be in a little bit of a mood," you tell him. "Sorry about that," you say, raising a hand to gesture you were talking about Ross' previous behaviour.
Justin shakes his head, "It's cool," he assures you.
"I should probably go find him," you continue, looking over your shoulder in the direction your boyfriend had headed in.
"I think that's a good idea," Justin confirms. "It was good seeing you again."
You pull him into a hug, "It definitely was. I guess I'll see you around," you smile, pulling away.
He nods and goes to speak, but something catches his attention. He uses his head to gesture to something behind you. Turning, you find Ross waiting off to the side with both your bags.
"Are you ready to go home?" you ask, your brow furrowing in confusion as you check the time on your phone. Ross nods his head and starts to walk off without waiting for you to join him. Huffing, you throw one more goodbye to Justin before making your way to the car.
Ross had brought you to the set for the day after requesting permission to bring you along. You happily took the chance, seeing it as an opportunity to not only spend some time with your boyfriend but with the friends you had made over the past few months.
"Are you mad at me?" you question hesitantly when you slide into the passenger seat.
Your boyfriend sighs and starts the car, completely ignoring your question.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" you ask, trying to disguise the hurt that passed through your voice. Ross looks over at you for a moment before pulling out of the carpark. "Fine. Don't talk to me," you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.
The drive home was silent between the two of you, the radio filling the car with sound.
When Ross parks, you leave him in the car while you head inside. You make your way to your room straight away to get changed and take off any trace of makeup.
By the time you had decided that Ross had had enough time to himself, you exit your room dressed in your comfiest outfit, fiddling with the sleeves of your jumper hoping he was ready to talk.
You find Ross sitting on the couch, mindlessly flicking through the TV channels. "Did you want to talk now?" you ask. Ross didn't even move his gaze from the screen to look at you. "Did I do something wrong?" you sigh. "Can you at least tell me what I did so I can fix this?"
You try to think of everything you had done throughout the day, trying to figure out when Ross had become distant.
"Ross," you groan, moving to sit by his side but making sure you were facing him. "Please speak to me." His expression only hardens at your words. You snatch the remote out of his hands and turn off the TV, tossing the controller across the couch.
He finally meets your gaze and sends you an unamused look.
"Don't look at me like that," you frown. "I don't understand what's wrong." You grasp one of his hands in yours and hold it close to you, "Come on Ross," you whisper.
You lift one hand to rest on the side of his face, tracing his jaw slightly before running free hand through his hair. You gently tug on it causing his eyes to close and for him to lean into your touch.
"I really don't like the silent treatment," you tell him honestly. "Can we please talk about this?"
Ross lets out a deep breath, finally opening his eyes to meet yours. When he still doesn't speak, you narrow your eyes at him.
"Seriously?" you ask. You lift yourself up for a moment before straddling him. "I'm not moving until you talk to me," you declare.
Ross' hands move to your waist to balance you, still refusing to speak to you.
"Blink twice for yes," you joke, causing him to roll his eyes. "You're being childish," you pout, making him raise an eyebrow. Scoffing, you hit his chest, "You're the one pulling the silent treatment card," you mumble.
His lips twitch, almost curving upwards. Your expression brightens after noticing.
You slide your hands up his chest to lock around his neck. "Can you at least nod your answers?" you request, receiving a blank look in return. "Just," you sigh, "tell me if I did do something," you tell him.
Ross sighs, but slowly he nods once before shaking his head.
"Okay," you begin, "we're kind of getting somewhere. Finally," you add under your breath, sending him a shy smile when he heard you. "I don't really know any yes-no questions that I can ask that can help out here," you admit with annoyance.
Your boyfriend chuckles, tightening his grip on you slightly before pulling you against his chest.
You release a surprised squeal, but position your head on his shoulder so you could still see his face and move your hands to hug him loosely. Ross' arms move to rest on your lower back as he pulls you even closer to him.
"Am I forgiven?" you ask. "For whatever it is that I did?"
"I shouldn't have gotten annoyed," he says finally.
You sigh in relief at the sound of his voice, "Can I ask why you were?" He mumbles something under his breath, "What was that?"
"I was jealous," Ross groans.
You snort, not believing him. When you were met with silence you tried to push yourself off him so you could see him properly but he only holds you tighter. "You're serious?" you ask.
"Unfortunately," he answers.
"Why? How?"
Ross hides his face in your hair, "Do we have to talk about this?"
You gently pinch his side, "Of course we do! You gave me the silent treatment for no reason and made me worried."
"I didn't like seeing you with him. All day," he sighs, "you were around him."
"Around who?" you ask, your nose crinkling in confusion.
"Justin."
Rolling your eyes, you pinch him again. "You can be so stupid sometimes. Why would you be jealous of Justin? You know we're good friends. Besides I love you Ross."
"I know!" he exclaims. "I know."
"If that's not enough, Justin has a girlfriend."
"I know," he repeats.
Kissing his clothed shoulder you can't help but laugh, "It's insane how much I love you," you tell him, moving your head to rest back where it was. "It's also exhausting at times," you tease.
"I'm sorry."
Smiling, you nod weakly, "I know."
"I really love you," he says, kissing the top of your head softly. Closing your eyes, you hold him tighter-not wanting to let him go.
