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Too Close To Home - Chapter 9

“Mila, get your huge ass up.” Someone screams near my ear, waking me up from my slumber. As I slowly open my eyes, something that feels like a pillow made contact with my face.

“What the fuck?” I say furiously to whoever that was. My eyes and head hurts from the impact of the pillow. I’m also feeling a little hungover, so the pillow just added the throb in my head. My eyes got blurry for a minute so I just blink repeatedly to see who the hell it was.

“I’M SORRY… BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Dinah screams, seemingly more happier about my birthday than I am.

Oh right. When I came to LA two days ago, the girls were already here. They were staying in an apartment they rented for a while and I got a hotel apartment as we were staying here for 5 days before actually going back on the road.

I had my concert tour yesterday and they all surprised me by coming to the concert. They actually bought the tickets when it was first out on sale. I could’ve given them for free but they said they said it wouldn’t be a surprise if I knew. It was sweet of them to do so, and they must’ve bought them early as it was sold out back in January.

We hung out and caught up with everything after I was done, just us 5. When the time struck 11, Normani and Dinah proposed going to a club, as my pre-birthday celebration. I agreed because well, it’s my 21st birthday so what the hell right?

We decided to go to the basement club under The Nice Guy restaurant. It’s definitely a place we don’t go often, only when we think it’s necessary. It’s so expensive and even if we’re all basically richer than an average young adult, we were aware of how much we should spend. Have you heard about the celebrities who got broke? Yeah, we don’t want that.

Not everyone knows the club. It was ideally for rich people and celebrities. There were rumors and speculations of the club, but no one actually confirmed them. You’d be surprised with how wild the celebrities are in this club. There’s no one who would rat them out, so the inhibition they have outside is pretty much gone out the window by 5 the time they step on the floor.

We drank, dance and partied with all of our might. I took advantage of my legal age to buy the drinks, even if the other 3 girls were basically 21 and above already. I just had to make good use of my age. Well technically, buying drinks isn’t really good but hey, I’m old enough to make my own decision and my instincts tell me to buy more drinks- so I did.

By the time it was half past two, we were too drunk to function. Before we actually collapsed, we were able to call two taxis and went our way, knowing that we’ll meet again the next day, for my birthday dinner.

Dinah actually went with me instead of the girls, saying that she wanted to catch up with me as an excuse. But once we went back to my room, we fell asleep. We didn’t even change our clothes or exchange one word to each other, that’s how tired we were.

Now, getting screamed at and hit on the face doesn’t really help from the inevitable hangover. I just at Dinah in disbelief, she knows how drunk I was. But she seems oddly fresh.

“Sorry, I was aiming at your body but yeah.” She says shyly.

“How bad is your aim Dinah?” I retort.

“Pretty bad, I wasn’t gonna hit you or anything but you’re such a heavy sleeper, I needed to wake you up,” she says.

“Why, and what time is it anyway?” I ask, now noticing the sun brightly shining through the room. They say that huge windows makes the scene outside more beautiful and I would have agreed before. But now, I just feel like the sun is shining on me just to spite me for taking advantage of my age. It just didn’t seem like a bad idea yesterday.

“7,”

“What the hell? why are YOU awake? You always sleep through. But more importantly, why the hell am I awake?” I say, laying back down carefully to not trigger my headache more.

“Because it’s your birthday, silly,” she says in an amused tone, “and Lauren’s waiting for you in the living room.”

I abruptly sit back up, my eyes wide and jaw slacken. Why is she waiting and why her of all people? I don’t mind, I’m just a little bit surprised.

Yesterday, when we went out, we were pretty friendly but we were never alone so that helped.

“Why is she outside?” I ask.

“You’re gonna go out with her,” she says nonchalantly.

“Why?”

“She wants to hang with you alone before we go out to celebrate for your birthday,” she says as if it was the most normal thing to do.

“Uh, again, why?” I ask, this is just odd, why Lauren of all people?

Dinah sighs, tired of answering my endless loop of asking why, “That, I don’t know. You can ask Lauren but for now, you better get ready.”

“But..”

“Camila, please.. she wants to hang with you.”

I contemplate whether to stand up or continue sleeping. But Lauren’s outside already, it would be rude to just ignore her. Reluctantly, I start standing up, the hangover gone out the window. It is now replaced with heart palpitations. Even if she hasn’t been on my mind lately, she still manages to make my heart beat rapidly.

I walk out of the room to the bathroom outside and see Lauren watching a movie on the TV mounted on the wall, she was wearing her casual ripped jeans and crop top. She looks confortable leaning on the couch with her feet on top of the coffee table.

The hotel suite is quite big, I kind of rented it this way. The girls said that we’re going to have my birthday celebration in my place. It wasn’t anything special, just a small dinner amongst ourselves. But since we’re doing it in my place, I had to rent a huge one, after all, this is gonna be my home for a week.

“Heyyy, happy birthday you oldie,” she says with a wide smile as I walk to the room, “we’re going out, probably for breakfast and shit.”

I thought maybe Dinah was tricking me but Lauren just confirmed what Dinah said. Instead of asking why, I just nodded with a smile. Again, she’s trying to make an effort to rekindle our friendship. I did agree on being friends.

“Yeah, sure… I’m just gonna shower and get ready first.”

“Alright,” she smiles, diverting her eyes back to whatever she’s watching.

It took about 45 minutes to shower. Yes, it’s long but I had to shave and everything, don’t want to flash a hairy leg on my birthday.

By the time it was 9, I was ready.

She smiles at me when she saw me walk out of the room and compliments me on my choice of clothing, making me blush and the butterflies in my tummy erupt in the process.

She drove with the car she rented, not telling me where we were going. She said it’s a surprise. The only clue I got was a restaurant where they serve breakfast. That could be anywhere.

“Lauren, I’ll ask this one more time, where are we going?” I ask in a threatening voice that doesn’t sound as such, it sounded softer than when a little girl talks. I was too curious to let it go to the point of desperation.

“And like I said, it’s a surprise, just lay back and enjoy the ride,” she says cheerily, her patience unwavering.

I sigh in defeat, too tired to ask again, Instead of asking where, “Why are we going out?” I ask hesitantly. It’s not that I’m not grateful for her wanting to go out with me, it’s just that I feel like she felt obligated to go out with me since it’s my birthday. I just needed a confirmation that this was her choice.

She looks at me for a few seconds before saying, “It’s your birthday, I wanna patch things up with you before the birthday. I know we agreed on being friends a few weeks ago, but we didn’t have time to actually act on it. This is my part of acting on it cause I wasn’t kidding when I said it. I-I miss you Camz and I wanna hang with you without any bad blood,” she rambles nervously, so its obvious that she speaking the truth.

“Okay,” I say while looking at her, not knowing what else to say.

“Okay?” she turns to me again, steering the car to the left a bit, making the car beside us honk, making us realize that she staring a tad bit longer than necessary.

I wasn’t much help either since I stared back. She has the best facial structure, it’s hard not to stare. I mean, those jaw line and the cheekbones, her thickly trimmed brows and the mesmerizing green eyes.

“Okay,” I repeat.

“Well then,” Silence issued a few seconds later before she occupied it again, “how do you feel about being an official-official adult?”

“Official-official, the repetition is a bit redundant, don’t you think?”

She chuckles before stating, “No.. Official is 18 years old kind of adult, official-official is when you’re 21.”

“Ahhh, well then… Ask me in a month, maybe I’ll have an answer. It’s still 10am, I’m not even sure I’m fully awake yet,” I respond.

“Right,” she laughs.

We talk for a little more before she came around to park the car in front of a restaurant that I knew too well. We used to go for hangouts back when we were still friends.

I smile, feeling warmth spread through my body, Lauren knows how to just do that. We went here before we got together so it was a long time ago. I’m surprised she even remembers, it wasn’t a really a known place and relatively far than normal restaurants. The restaurant is also relatively more expensive than average restaurants, but it held a lot of memories and it means more than money.

We came across this place when Lauren and I walked around back when we were still in X-Factor. She was too stressed out so we decided to walk around. We got hungry and this was the closest restaurant we could find. We laughed and joked around a lot every time we came here. This is probably the other place we never fought. But it doesn’t really count because we never stepped here when we got together.

We walk together towards an into the restaurant. The place looks clean and everything but I can’t help but reminisce. It looks the same.

We sit on a booth with her across from me. I look around and notice that the place is completely empty. Yeah, it wasn’t known but there were always customers around.

I wanted to ask, but she answered me before I could even verbally ask, “I rented the whole place.”

I look at her in disbelief. One, how could she know that I was gonna ask that and secondly, I thought that only happens in romantic movies. Not only that, they only do it on dates, this is just a friendly breakfast. Right?

“Why?”

“It’s your birthday,” she says as if it makes sense.

“Yeah.. I appreciate all this but why?” The word why is now my most used word at the age of 21.

“Privacy, I want to hang with you without any interruptions,” she simply says, smiling contently at me, making the butterflies flutter faster in my stomach.

She’s gotta booked the place before actually do that right. So when did she rent it? Since when did she plan this? I was gonna ask her but a waiter walks to the table with a tablet on his left hand, taking our orders by tapping on the device, leaving us alone once again after that, making me forget what I wanted to ask.

“So, what’s up?” I ask, trying to start a conversation but failing miserably. Who says that now? It’s the worst conversation starter. (Take note boys..)

“Are you seriously asking me that? How bad is your social skills?” She says in midst of laughing. “Anyway, the conversation we had when we all had dinner last year..”

…

Lauren’s POV

“Psttt, who says?” she turns to Cara with a mischievous smile. She looks down to her lips and back up.

Yeah, the night just got worse.

She leans in while Cara just sits there, probably too surprised by how advanced Camila is being right now. Cara has always flirted with Camila since way back but Camila never glanced her way. She just thought Cara was just being friendly. But I could tell Cara was interested in her. I mean, look at her, who wouldn’t? But Cara didn’t know about us, so she probably thought that Camila wasn’t interested in girls.

Camila has always been honest and loyal to me, but my insecurities got the best of me. It messed with my head for a while and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to push her to break up with me, I was that much of a chicken to be the one to break it off. I made it her call to break up with me. I’m pretty surprised it took her about 5 months to actually call it quits.

I saw her cover of Say You Won’t Let Go in BBC Live Lounge yesterday, and it would be a lie if I say it didn’t open up a few wounds. I can’t help but feel that it’s about me. I don’t know if she’s dating anyone else and there were rumors about her with Shawn and Michael, but that song seemed like she’s singing about a girl. But maybe I’m just delusional, we broke up 10 months ago, she probably moved on already.

Now, looking at her shamelessly leaning to kiss Cara, it confirmed to me that I was too hopeful for such thoughts. I couldn’t take it so I ‘accidentally’ banged the table with my knee, startling both of them. But hey, at least they stopped their eyefucking.

Camila just smirks, knowing that that 'accident’ was deliberate while Cara just looks disordered. Camila never gave her any attention and now she wants to kiss her, so that’s pretty understandable.

Camila stands up immediately, downing another shot before grabbing my arm, dragging me downstairs saying, “Let’s dance.”

Once again, we’re in the middle of the dance floor, people around us dancing just as Collide by Justine Skye blast through the speakers.

She walks to my personal space just as she starts GRINDING on me.

If I wasn’t turned on before, I surely am now. I can feel my sex throbbing, arousal pooling my panties.

She leaned on my ear and started singing to my ear. Her voice dripping with arousal, just like me, quite literally. Her breathing was deeper than usual, her hands moving to my hair, disheveling it while her body moves seductively.

I been knowing you for long enough Damn I need you right now You can take your time, don’t have to rush This might take us a while, (yeah) I left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way When you get here don’t just say a word, got no time to play.

It sounds so suggestive that I can’t quite respond. My body is tense and unmoving. I look around and notice that I’m the only one who isn’t dancing. I gaze back to Camila, her pupils dilated under the dim strobe lights.

“Come on Lauren, loosen up a bit, your girlfriend won’t have to know. It is just dancing after all.”

SHIT. Lucy…

She starts singing again, making my head spin. My girlfriend now lost in the back of my mind.

Lucy who?

I know you think that you know me But you ain’t even see my dark side This is for you only So baby do me right, do me right

I start dancing. It wasn’t as loose as most of the dancers but it’s a start. Camila leans back to look at my face, smiling proudly as if I’m a toddler who just stood up and walk for the first time, except that this is not as innocent.

She turns around and put her voluminous ass right at my sex, putting just the right pressure to make me want more. Camila will be the death of me.

She’s grinds her body sexually, making me think of our.. history. She was always so good in bed, making me scream on top of my lungs for her name repeatedly.

Yes, I’m a bottom - only when it comes to her though.

Seriously, people see her as this cute innocent girl, and she is, just not in bed. When she’s in bed, she becomes this dominant vixen, making dirty promises and actually putting out.

Now that she’s dancing with me, in front of me, and for me, I can’t help but start to get loose, but of course, under her authority. Our body fit together, knowing just how our body works. Our chemistry evident by just looking at our bodies.

We can go all, the time We can move fast, then rewind When you put your body on mine And collide, collide It could be one of those nights Where we don’t turn off the lights Wanna see your body on mine And collide, collide Baby it’s all your if you want me, all yours if you want me Put it down if you want me (tonight) Said it’s all yours if you want me,all yours if you want me Put it down if you want me (Let’s collide)

Her body is leaning against mine, her sweat mixing with mine. Her hand starts to crawl past her shoulder to my neck before turning again to look at me. She smirks, knowing that I’m turned on just by looking at my face and honestly, I didn’t even try to mask it.

I lean to her ear, “Who were you singing about for the cover?”

She leans back, confused at first. She seemingly racks her brain before realization dawn her.

She smiles, “You…”

She then walks back to the booth upstairs while I stood there alone in the middle of the dance floor while people moved around me, too starstruck to move. Ever since I heard her rendition, I was obsessed. Ive always wanted it to be the reason why but now that Camila confirmed it, I can’t help but feel like shit. Why am I thinking about Camila when I have a girlfriend back at home? It was only a wishful thinking at first..

I contemplate whether I should stay or not.

I could go home and sleep through it, maybe after a cold shower, or I stay and make sure Camila will be okay.

As I look up, I see her looking at me from the interior balcony, waiting. She bores her eyes through mine, making my knees weak.

I knew then that I would stay for her through the ends of the earth.

…

I look at Lauren, she just said that I almost kissed Cara but stopped myself. But I have a feeling that’s not the truth, her eyes doesn’t seem to be telling the truth. Too bad I was too drunk to remember anything. Maybe I could ask Cara next time.

Our food came minutes later, causing me to be distracted and dig through my food, not caring about how unattractive I might look right now by clogging too much food in my mouth or how Lauren’s looking amused at my extensive appetite.

Whatever, I’m hungry.

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