#listen lucy would wear this AND i can see her playing basketball

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I really like that the outcome for the Pretty Song!daemons is becoming their own creatures, bc that means Lucis will have to work out how to deal with a bunch of semi-sapient magical beings that are no longer hostile. Also, on that note, it occurs to me that bad ppl will become much more hesitant to hurt kids in rural Lucis after stories of various assholes scaring kids and getting curbstomped by a FRICKING IRON GIANT, or tackled by a swarm of angry tonberries (1/?, sorry this might be LONG

lark1537 said: (2/?) bc the daemons know Pretty Song; and know that humans hurt her, even if she never said (they see how she stiffens when she hears humans, or they're near towns, and most of them have little enough Thirst now that they don't need to eat humans and the only reason they try is bc HOW DARE YOU SCARE PRETTY SONG, but Pretty Song doesn't want that so they listen to her); and this small human isn't Pretty Song but they are small and scared like she was when they first met her before she knew them

lark1537 said: (3/?) And they will not let anyone hurt another small-human, even if they don't sing. This also leads to me thinking abt children being the first humans to befriend no-longer-Thirsty daemons, bc they're young enough not to have learned to always be scared of daemon-looking creatures, even if they seem nice (bc no parent thought a daemon would seem nice, or could come out in the light); and bc the daemons are already predisposed to like small-humans, bc of Pretty Song

lark1537 said: (4/?) And THAT led to me imagining a parent somewhere in rural Lucis having their toddler come tell them abt the "big puppy" Big Sib is playing with outside, and said parent nearly having a heart attack when they come check it out and find their 10 yr old using a basketball to play fetch with a Cerberus, who is being very careful not to knock over a tree with how hard their tail is wagging, and occasionally tries to catch it with all three heads at once. And THAT image led to me thinking abt all

lark1537 said: (5/?) The daemons that are self-aware/sapient, or at least implied to be (Melusine, that talking Naga, Iedolas-the-Foras) and the ones that seem humanlike enough that it's tough to believe they don't have enough of their humanity left to talk (Arachne, Ronin) being freed from the Thirst that clouded their thoughts and made them more animalistic and essentially being nocturnal, magical, maybe-immortal people.

lark1537 said: (6/?) How would Lucis even deal with having a new group of self aware residents that previously didn't exist? Would Thirst-healed sapient daemons be counted as citizens? Does killing them count as murder? What abt daemons who were turned recently enough that they can still remember some of what they were, like Ravus? Would some of them go back to their old families? I hope so, bc that opens up the possibility of a kid hitching a ride on a half-spider lady and telling concerned

lark1537 said: (7/?) onlookers not to worry, this is her big sister, yeah she looks scary but as long as you don't wake her up before noon and don't complain abt the cobwebs she's really nice! And she's great at knitting! And just think abt how awesome an integrated daemon-human civilization could be! Chocobo ranchers having tonberries watch their flock at night & paying them in new materials to stab, or asking them to help with cooking. Iron giants helping out friendly farmers with the heavy lifting, or being

lark1537 said: (8/?) rescue ppl from a cave in. A kid with a pet/friend bomb who lights up at night to help them not be afraid of the dark, like a sentient nightlight. Mindflayers working at vet offices to calm unruly/dangerous patients with their gas. PEOPLE RIDING MICTLANTECIHUATL. On that note, would half-daemonic creatures like the bloodhorn or mictlantecihuatl who are just daemonized enough to be dangerous be altered by the lack of Thirst? They'd probably be

lark1537 said: (9/9) similar to Ardyn or Titus, who are both calmed by music, and are something more than just human, at this point. Maybe they'd be just aware enough that they could be interacted with more easily, like the intelligence of a dog or crow, rather than a human. Sorry this got so long, I started thinking and I think my latent childhood dreams of having a talking dragon took over. I just really love the idea of nonhuman people interacting with humans peacefully, and the resulting worldbuilding.

Me:

Okay so- WOW this is a long ask XDD. This was a blast to read. You rolled with this SO MUCH FARTHER than I anticipated/had thought of my self but all of this is GLORIOUS and I’m just gonna- bask in it for a few minutes. I have no idea if this is canon for Pretty Song verse but it PROBABLY IS because it’s glorious. Okay so-

It’s definitely an ... adjustment period for people and daemons a like, with semi-sapient (or fully sapient if in some cases) new neighbors being a Thing. The kiddos are totally the first to figure these facts out and take advantage because they find three headed fire dogs of death to be cool rather than terrifying.

Daemons are totally instinctive protectors of kiddos. That’s a new thing now. They do it on behalf of Pretty Song.

From there you have researchers like Sania who are FASCINATED by the sudden change and want to know the catalyst and how smart are these new daemons and ohhhhh you like MUSIC okay (Sania ends up spending like- a month in the wilds following this one lone Ronin who gets INCREASINGLY EXASPERATED over this human’s lack of self-preservation until he’s like “screw it this is my human now”.)

Pffffft I love the mental imagery of this. Just- “I found a puppy! Can I keep it?” Said puppy wags its tail as all three heads happily drool lava on the lawn.

I ADORE THIS??? Just- not all daemons were people once, a LOT were animals, but some of the ones that were people wake up with like- patchy memories and they’ve been daemons so long they can’t remember to be distressed that they aren’t HUMAN but- but they remember families and loved ones and so they tentatively trickle back.

And oh boy picture the REVELATION that rocks the world when this starts happening. The realization that some daemons used to be PEOPLE and now they’re coming back. And I’m sure I could make that super angsty but I won’t. Instead we shall all enjoy the mental picture of a little boy who wished on a star for his missing dad to come back one day opening the door to find a Yojimbo crouched there, shyly holding a poorly wrapped present that he promised his son years ago and the kid is like “MOM DAD’S BACK!” And there is much hugging and crying and the happily wearing of his dad’s giant daemon hat.

It’s a really, really good thing that Regis is the king and Pretty Song is his best friend’s daughter, because as soon as this becomes a Thing Regis is there running damage control, passing laws on daemon protections and rights and how to go about properly dealing with them if they actually perform a crime that isn’t straight murder of every daemon in the area, how to test if these are sentient daemons or the semi-sapient kind etc, etc. He knows it will take a while for society to acclimate to the changes, but curse it all he is GOING to have the groundwork already laid out.

The rest of the world thinks Lucis is crazy at first, but then there’s Weskham, happily hiring several Master Tonberry to work as chefs under him in Altissia and it’s WORKING and more and more daemons are waking up from the Thirst even though no one knows HOW at this point so the rest of the world had better get with the program man.

I think the half-turned ones actually revert? Like- they only stay daemon if they’ve been fully converted, otherwise they slowly revert back to their original state as the Scourge loses more and more of its potency. Ardyn is technically a “full daemon” even if he kept his human shape thanks to his healing magic so he doesn’t revert, but he is fascinated when he and the rest of the daemons all seem to take a collective chill pill.

Cor totally gives Noctis a Cerberi puppy as a present btw. He just- he SO DOES. Regis is Not Best Pleased.

I love the idea of nonhuman/human integrated society too! It’s really cool. Tonberry chefs and various aids/adjustments for beings with extra limbs/odd body shapes. Ronin and Yojimbo who work with the Hunter corps, Bombs that patrol towns at night like the neighborhood watchdogs, goblins getting to work in their mines rather than just be bored in them, Naga nannies (or daemon nannies in general because all the reformed daemons in this verse are MAJORLY protective of kiddos)- it’s a fun thought!

Pretty Song has no idea just how big of a revolution she spawned with just some pretty music and a lot of courage XDD.

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Volcano (Girls Talk Boys part 22)

And I'll ask for what I give to you Is just what I'm going through This is nothing new No no just another phase of finding what I really need

What I am to you is not real What I am to you you do not need What I am to you is not what you mean to me You give me miles and miles of mountains And I'll ask for the sea 

“So wait what happened in the grocery store?” Camille giggling at Cher who was getting more annoyed.

It was after 1 am and Cher, unable to sleep, had heard footsteps upstairs. Hoping it was Camille she shot her a text that was just a wine glass emoji. Minutes later Camille had come down. Her hair absolutely wrecked pulling on her burnt orange Texas longhorns oversized cut off sweatshirt over a black sports bra and boy shorts.

“I'm telling you he was fucking with me. He kept touching me and then pretending it didn't happen. He'd say something slick and then give me the most innocent look.” Cher was getting louder with irritation as she continued.

“Ashton can pull off many looks, innocent is not one of them.” Camille chuckled. “ Also stop being so loud before you wake up Calum. He finally went to sleep.”

“You make him sound like a toddler.” Cher had to grin.

“He's cranky when he's tired. Besides he'll want me to come back upstairs. So ok maybe Ashton was flirting. He's clearly attracted to you.” Camille winked at her.

“So attracted to me that he wants to play this game and not actually have sex with me.” Cher huffed.

“Do you want him to stop?” Camille looked at her over her wine glass.

“Fuck NO but what is he waiting for” Cher was frustrated but still smiling.

“Maybe he wants to take it slow. Maybe it'll be better that way.” Camille teased her.

“Says the girl who spent three days riding dick like she was racing for the win in the Kentucky Derby.” Cher retorted smiling as she reached for her phone. “Look what he sent me when he got home.”

“You were such a good girl for me today kitten. Look what it did to me.” Ashton's voice was muffled until Cher turned the phone towards her.

“Oh my God that's a penis.” Camille's eyes went wide and her hand flew to cover her mouth.

“Good Lord how big IS he?” Camille turned away but snuck another quick peek.

“I thought you knew. You are the one who spent the night in bed with him.” Cher teased. “You mean all those FaceTimes and you never got to see it?”

“Be serious. On Face Time we talked about everything except sex. I've heard the rumors but no the Snapchat sex we left to you and Luke. Halloween aka the night you defiled Spongebob I was drunk and crying, Ashton had enough sense not to flash his cock around. On sure in the morning I could see his bulge was big but not like the one eyed monster I just saw winking at me.” Camille snorted.

“I'm tempted to go over there and just jump him when he answers the door.” Cher opened the fridge picking at leftovers.

“That won't work” Camille told her dryly.

“You think I don't know that?” Cher replied.

“Why are you pouting? Hasn't he gotten you off twice now?” Camille pointed out trying not to grin at the glare she received.

“It's not the same bitch, you know that, don't play.” Cher tried to look menacing but she was still smiling.

“What about all the other times? He brought you lunch the other day. Last week y'all huddled up on the couch catching up on Shameless. He's been over quite a bit lately. Nothing is happening at all?” Camille asked.

“Oh sure, he gives me little kisses, rubs my neck or smacks my ass but he never takes it any further.” Cher told her.

A groan interrupted them and they both looked at her phone and burst out laughing.

“Why is this video still playing? I don't need to hear such filth.” Camille pretended to look shocked. “Besides Calum will murder all of us if I'm sitting here watching Ashton jerk off.”

Cher finally found the snack she wanted. Grabbing a plate she put the remainder of a baked brie cheese down along with some grapes. She rummaged through the cabinets.

“Your boyfriend is cute when he's jealous. We're out of the fancy white lady crackers. Do you want Triscuits or Ritz?”

“Calum isn't my boyfriend. Grab both I can't make up my mind.” Cher set the food down as Camille continued. “We're officially dating, but that's as far as that goes.”

“You're so full of shit Cam. He stole the show at dinner. I got choked up. I thought Lucy was going to faint. You guys really are adorable.”

Camille's cheeks flamed as she concentrated on chewing not wanting to answer.

Cher popped a grape in her mouth. “I think he really likes you. More than you think.”

“We'll see. Let's see where we are in January.” Camille refilled her wine.

“Are you really that worried? Everything has been great so far.” Cher knew the answer but she was trying to be reassuring.

“This is a nightmare. Calum is flying across the world. At the same time you know who will be there as well.” Cher started to interrupt but Camille stopped her. “No I don't really believe he'd do that. There's just this little voice in the back of my brain that won't shut the fuck up. Whispering at me ‘rebound’ ‘'groupie’ and I'm trying so hard not to listen.”

“The smartest person I know told me not to worry about what other people do because you can't control that. Now are you going to cheer up or do I have to show you Ashton's dick again?”

“Ashton?” Camille smirked snapping out of it. “Don't you mean Daddy?”

“Don't you start too” Cher rolled her eyes.

“Admit it. You think it's hot. I think it's hot,” Camille poked her side making her jump.

“You gonna call Calum daddy now? Does Calum have any kinks?”

“I couldn't call him that. Not with a straight face. I don't know if Calum has any kinks. He's never said anything.” Camille shrugged.

“Come on he has to be into something freaky. I couldn't see him being a sub. He's too dark and mysterious for all that.” Cher mused.

“Save it for your novel. It's bad enough you made Calum king of your sex demons”

“Energy vampires”

“Whatever”

“And it's not Calum it's Calthazar thank you very much. Maybe I'll make his kink being loud as hell during sex” Cher teased and Camille blushed.

“I bought you new headphones and I'm not that loud anymore.” A deep gravelly voice traveled through the kitchen. Cam and Cher  jumped and turned as he entered the kitchen. Both girls caught their breath at the sight of a freshly rolled out of bed Cal wearing nothing but Camille's grey basketball shorts.

“Did we wake you up babe?” Camille kissed his cheek as he sat down next to her at the bar giving her a sleepy smile.

“Nah, woke up to piss, realized you were gone. I heard voices and thought I'd see what you hens were cackling about. D'you mind if I get a drink?” Cal asked them.

“Whatcha need C-swizz?” Cher turned towards the fridge. “Water, tea, wine?”

“She's got me into sweet tea lately so that sounds good.” Calum responded. “So what were you ladies chatting about this late?”

Camille was too distracted playing with his hair to answer. Cher came to the bar sliding Cal a glass of sweet tea and a plate with some cookies and two slices of Cam's zucchini bread.

“We were talking about Ashton and his bullshit and whether you had any kinks” Cher shot him an evil grin as he almost choked at her words.

Camille yelped but Cher continued “and I accidentally showed her Ashton's penis. That was my fault don't be mad at her for it.”

“I'm not mad” he chuckled then turned to Camille who was looking at the floor.

Calum's brow furrowed when he lifted her chin so her eyes met his and he saw genuine worry. “Darling I'm not mad. I promise.” He winked at her and smiled. “As long as mine is the only one you're touching” he said before closing in for a kiss.

“Before you two start sucking face you haven't answered my question. Are you kinky like Ashton?” Cher demanded.

Calum broke away from Camille both of them laughing. He turned to Cher.

“None of us are kinky like Ashton” Calum told her. “Ashton has the wild side, Michael too from what I've heard.”

“So what you're saying is you are as vanilla as Camille.” Cher was teasing him again.

Calum looked at Camille “are you ok with me talking about this here?”

Camille nodded “she's the freak in the sheets around here.  Anything kinky you're into I'd probably have to ask her about anyways.”

Calum shrugged “ok then. I'm kind of into pain during sex.” He looked at Camille “ when you pull my hair when I'm going down on you. That turns me on so much.”

Camille blushed deeper and crossed her legs.

Calum continued “I've always seen the candle wax in movies and it looks dangerous but I've always wondered what it would be like.”

Camille was too surprised to know what to say. Cher saw her expression and laughed. “Great Calum now you've given her a project. She's gonna look into this. Are either of you gonna finish this?”

Camille shook her head and yawned. “No but save that bit of brie. I'll make a sandwich tomorrow.”

“Cher if you don't mind I'm gonna steal my girl back from you.” Calum nuzzled into Camille's neck. “I only have two weeks to get in all the snuggles I can before I gotta leave.”

“I'll clean up and roll a blunt before I go to bed. Make sure you pull his hair good Camille now that you know he likes it.” Cher called out as Calum threw Camille over his shoulder and carried her upstairs and back to bed.

Calum tossed her onto the bed. Pulling her sweatshirt over her head he turned his attention to her shorts. He toyed with the waistband as he landed countless featherlight kisses on her belly. Looking up at her with a smirk he eased her shorts slowly down past her hips and legs until he tossed them aside. He parted Camille's thighs and as he moved his head between them he grinned up at her “Let's play a game. Guess what I'm spelling.”

To her credit Camille got to ‘I'm going to miss you’ before she stopped trying and just lost herself on Calum's tongue.

Two days later Calum and Ashton surprised the girls with Christmas tree for the living room.

“I was going to get a real one but I wasn't sure with your allergies.” Calum told Camille.

“I talked him out of the pink tree” Ashton told them.

“He thinks he did” Calum dug into the shopping bag pulling out a box containing a 18 inch pre lit pink Christmas tree. “I thought you could put it in your studio.”

“That is the cutest thing, thank you” Camille gave him a kiss. Calum responded by pulling her closer to him.

“I'd tell you two to get a room but you'd just go upstairs and leave us with all the work.” Ashton cracked. “They're gonna be insufferable until me leave aren't they?”

“When are they not?” Cher laughed jumping when Ashton landed a smack on her ass. “You guys didn't get any decorations? Just the tree?”

“We didn't know what you'd like doll.” Ashton shrugged.

“Alright then let's go get some” Camille grabbed her keys. Calum grabbed his jacket and helped her into hers.

“You two have fun” Ashton winked.

“Not a chance Irwin. You two are coming along. Who knows what y'all would get up to if we left you alone.” Camille motioned for them to follow her.

They spent two hours shopping. As soon as they'd walked in the door Ashton had found a display of Christmas headbands. He'd made Camille an elf, Cher and Cal were reindeer and Ashton was Santa. They playfully argued over which ornaments to get. The boys used wrapping paper to sword fight until an employee gave them a dirty look. Calum kept sticking bows on Camille. Ashton and Cher decided that since Camille had a little pink tree Cher needed one too. All they could find were white and green trees so Ashton snagged a white and a green one .

“Why are you getting two?” Calum asked him.

“One for her and one for me. See who's tree comes out better.” Ashton replied.

“Sounds like a challenge” Calum grabbed the last tree.

Ashton decided to get spray paint so they could have different color trees. Then they checked out and headed to the craft store to find decorations for their tiny trees.

When they got back Camille ordered pizza, then put her favorite Pentatonix Christmas albums on shuffle as Ashton gathered up what he needed to paint the trees.

Cher and Calum busied themselves putting the tree up,  getting out the decorations and playing with Duke.

By the time the pizza arrived Ashton had sprayed the two trees. Cher's was light blue gradiating to dark teal and Cal's was candy apple red.

They divided up the work on the big tree. Cal hung the lights, Cher strung the garland and tinsel, Camille put the ornaments on hooks and she and Ashton put them on the tree. It was no time at all before Cal was putting the star on the tree. Camille popped some cookies in the oven as the Christmas tree decorating competition commenced. They had really scoured the beads and charms section in the craft store to find some unique ornaments.

Well all of them except Ashton. His tree was very traditional. Pine green with multi color lights and fake snow dusting the branches with a white felt tree skirt dusted with green and red glitter. His tree was loaded with colorful balls, dewdrop and snowflake ornaments. His tree looked like an alpine mountain Christmas.

Cher had taken her tree down by the sea. The tree skirt was burlap and the ornaments were primarily blue, green and purple fish with a smattering of starfish and seahorse blown glass beads. She'd strung mini seashells over clear glass lights to make them glow. She glued two sand dollars to the top branch for a tree topper.

Camille had her pink tree decorated with little footballs and helmets. White metal musical notes, castles, books and a handful of C's hung over sparingly used silver tinsel. Topped with a tiny silver heart and wrapped in pink tulle around the bottom it was adorable.

Calum's tree was rock and roll. Silver motorcycle charms and guitars mixed in with black metal musical notes, dog silhouettes and C's hung next to white lights. The tree skirt was black velvet and he put a heart identical to Camille's tree but in black as his topper.  

By the time they all finished and declared Cher the winner it was past midnight. The girls decided they should all have a slumber party. The boys made a cushion fort. Camille blew up an air mattress and Cher drug her mattress off her bed. They all settled in. Ashton was lying top to tail next to Cher and Calum made the big spoon around Camille. No sex that night just friendship and cuddles.

Camille couldn't believe it was already here. The days had flown by and now Calum had to leave. Camille walked him downstairs. He was holding Duke under one arm and the other wrapped around her. He'd already put his luggage by her front door so he didn't have to waste any time that morning. Cher woke up and wandered out to give Calum a goodbye hug. Ashton knocked on the door. Cher answered and found her face between his large hands as he kissed her.

“I'm gonna miss you kitten. If you're good while I'm away Daddy will have something special when he gets home.” Ashton murmured in her ear. Cher went to kiss him again and this time he didn't pull away. He lost himself in the kiss hoping she'd still want him when he returned.

Calum finally let go of Camille giving her one last kiss and scratching Duke behind the ears. He promised he'd call her as soon as he could. Ashton walked with him in silence out to the van. He pretended not to hear Cal's tiny sniffle or see the tear he wiped away. They turned back one last time and the girls were standing in the door waving goodbye and Camille had Duke's little paw waving too. Calum almost lost it right there. He was thrilled to see his family again, but spending a month away already hurt.

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chapter 2: the tick, the duck, and the cat

Sat, June 9th, 1990

“…hey, are you locked out?” a hesitant voice travels down the dim hallway of my floor. How long have I been standing here, staring vacantly at my own front door? Long enough to raise the suspicion of a well-meaning neighbor, at least. I can’t see his face from here, but the voice and the outline are enough to identify him as the guy in #46.

“Oh, uh, no…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” That’s a lie, but I’m not about to explain the truth to 46, so I wave awkwardly at him as I key into my apartment. I’m not really one for getting to know my neighbors anyway, except for Lucy, and I’ll tell her about it tomorrow, maybe. The truth is I’ve been standing out here and mentally kicking myself in the ass for picking this pointless fight with Alex. It really wasn’t fair of me. He was never going to go. He would have hated the whole day, and he definitely would have hated Chris. There’s no way I would have enjoyed such a nice conversation with that charming near-arsonist if I’d been shepherding poor, grumbling Alex through the woods. So maybe the whole fight was a win-win in disguise. Hey, look, I found a silver lining. Gotta remember to tell Lucy, she’ll be so proud.

The apartment is dark and quiet, and the clock on the VCR tells me it’s 11:24. Can’t blame him for not waiting up. I leave my muddy hiking boots on the towel by the door and make my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

The bedroom’s dark too. The lanky heap of boyfriend seems not to have woken up, so I pad across the rug and slip under the quilt behind him.

“You’re home,” he slurs.

“Mm-hmm, sorry I woke you.” I snuggle a little closer to the familiar curve of his body, finding my place and pressing kisses onto his back. “Hey listen, about today –”

“Forget it.”

“Forget it?”

“Yeah. It’s fine babe, forget about it.” He turns over and props himself up on one elbow, and I can just make out the outline of his face but not his expression.

“You sure? You’re not still mad?”

“Nah.” He brushes my arm with the back of his hand.

I cock an eyebrow, not that he can see in this darkness. “'Nah’? Seriously, that’s it, ‘nah’?”

“What, you’d prefer another fight?”

“No, no… I just… I figured you would still be mad, that’s all…” I mean I’m not going to complain about the lack of the usual silent treatment, but… “what’d you get up to tonight?”

“Oh, went over to Brian’s for a while, hung out with him and the guys from work. Usual stuff.”

“Oh good! So one of these days I’m actually going to get to meet these guys, yes?” I give him a gentle shove in the chest.

“Oh yeah, definitely, definitely. So did you have fun?”

“I mean, yeah, of course. It was a gorgeous day for it.” I venture a peck on his lips, but he dodges and wrinkles his nose. “Wha -”

“Ugh, gross Cora, you smell like moss. How do I know you’re not all covered in ticks and shit?”

Okay, now I know you’re over it, you adorable asshole. “I swear on a stack of Bibles, I am not all covered in ticks and shit,” I struggle to keep a straight face.

“Your Bible pledge is worthless and you know it, you heathen,” he glowers, “and that, right there, that looks like a tick…” he stabs at a spot on my shoulder with his finger. “Hmmph. Freckle.”

“Okay. Stack of textbooks, then. Tick-free zone.”

“What about this one?”

He prods a couple more freckles, muttering to himself, occasionally glancing disapprovingly at me as I barely manage not to crack up. Soon his search moves down across my chest, and his head disappears under the blanket.

“And you expect to identify arachnids under cover of darkness how, exactly?” I giggle as his pokes tickle my belly.

“You’re right. Better switch investigation methods.” He starts kissing a line down my stomach, across my hip, down my thigh, and suddenly I can’t remember what we fought about or why…

*** Sun, June 10th, 1990

Definitely this dress for work tomorrow, the light gray one. It’s still totally professional, but it hits in all the right places, and Jake… Jake’s been stopping by my desk a lot more lately, even though the main billing desk in the hospital is nowhere near his rounds. I almost had the courage to form actual words last week when he brought me a coffee and asked me how I was doing. Maybe this dress will help me feel ever-so-slightly less pathetic and actually answer him if he tries again? Maybe?

Fuck, is this really the only light-colored piece of laundry in the entire apartment? Really? I have to do an entire load of laundry just to feel confident enough to finally talk to Jake tomorrow? Fuck that, I won’t accept defeat, I’m calling upstairs.

“Hello?”

“Hey lady! How was the hike?”

“Lucy! You’re not going to believe what happened, you’re gonna freak out.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“I should make you guess…” the mischief on Cora’s face is thick enough to be heard through the phone line, so whatever it is, it’s good.

“Haha oh fuck you… hey before I forget, do you have any white laundry that needs washing? I was gonna run some but I don’t have enough to justify sacrificing quarters.”

“Uhm, let me check…” I hear her rummaging around. “Yeah, actually, I could scrounge up some stuff, between me and Alex. Thanks!”

“Okay, I’ll be right up, I’ll try to come up with some good guesses on my way.”

I grab my laundry basket, tossing my keys and coin purse in, and head out the door and up the stairs to Cora’s. Okay, what happened to her in the woods? Did she… find magic mushrooms and trip her brains out? meet and outrun the Green River killer? somehow convince Alex to go hiking with her this time? Honestly, the first two are more plausible…

“Oof! Hey, easy –” I hear a man’s voice say, presumably belonging to the person I just slammed into at the top of the stairwell while I was totally lost in thought. I send my laundry flying in my futile effort not to tumble back down the stairs, but I can feel myself falling back over the top step in slow motion – fuuuuck… so this is how it ends, at the tender age of 23, scrambling like Wile. E. fucking Coyote over a cliff’s edge – when a hand grabs hold of my arm and snaps me back into the hallway.

“Close one! You okay?”

I look up in the direction of the question and see a scruffy blonde guy, much taller than me, still holding my arm with one hand and a basketball with the other, standing amid a mountain of laundry and wearing my tiniest pink gym shorts draped over his head like a headscarf and a pair of bright green panties on his shoulder. I officially wish I’d fallen to my death.

“Yes! I’m okay! I’m okay, thank you… uh, I think those are mine” I stammer as I reach out to grab my stuff, but he’s faster. He lets go of my arm to pull my laundry off with a chuckle, tossing it into my basket and then straightening the bandana he has holding back his long hair.

“Yeah, lime green’s just not my color,” he says with a little laugh. Okay, so now that my shorts are off his face I can see that he’s completely gorgeous too, and my humiliation is complete. I can feel myself blushing madly. I try for some words, but all that comes out of my mouth is a crazy-sounding and high-pitched giggle. I busy myself with re-filling my laundry basket to avoid looking at him, and he stoops down to help.

“What’s your name?”

Underwear Guy is asking you a question. Think. THINK DAMN IT. What is your name?

I squeak out, “L … Lucy. Lucy Rosenfelder.” Oh good, actual human speech is returning.

“Well, that makes me Jeff. Ament. Number 46.” He points his thumb back over his head in the direction I was originally going, before our collision. “You live on this floor too? Don’t think I’ve seen you.”

“No, I live downstairs, third floor, I was just visiting my friend down that way –”

“And doing their laundry? Man, I’ve gotta have a talk with my friends, bunch of useless fucks.” He grins as he gently tosses my plastic rubber ducky coin purse back into the basket. God why do I have to be such a child? All of my possessions have decided to embarrass me today. They must be unionized.

“Ha – no, just throwing a couple things in together. Friends don’t let friends waste laundry quarters, right?” god why do you have to be such a dork? stop talking stop talking stop talking he must think you’re a total loser.

But he smiles at me again. It’s a really good smile. It’s warm and easy and wholesome in an all-American sort of way, but his eyes gleam with trouble. Somehow all the jitters vanish when he’s smiling at me.

“Ooh, so you’re a responsible type,” he teases, “just say no… to half-empty washing machines! Well, I think we got all of it, unless I’m wearing a rogue bra in my hair or something…” he combs his long hair with his fingers, and the flush creeps back up my face.

“SoJeffwhatdoyoudo?” Please talk about anything but my underwear.

“Oh, I work over at the Raison d’Etre, you know, the cafe? Living the dream.”

“Hah, aren’t we all.”

“And your dream would be…?”

��Well, it’s definitely not medical billing. And yet.”

“And yet.” he chuckles, smiling that warm, knowing smile at me again. His eyes are this amazing gray-blue, like a veil of rain I want to run right into. I scramble for something to say so I don’t stare too long and make him think I’m a total weirdo.

“So, uh, if the dream isn’t espresso, then what is it?”

He looks down at his basketball and fidgets with it a little. “Uh, well I play bass, but, I think –” he turns around at the sound of a door opening behind him.

“Luce? Is that you out there? Did you get lost??” Cora laughs, before noticing Jeff. “Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt…” she grins wickedly and disappears back inside.

Jeff turns back to me with a sly smile and clucks his tongue. “Cinderelly, Cinderelly… better let you get back to those chores…” there’s a little gravel in his voice every now and again, just the smallest rough scrape when he trails off, and it makes me want to lean a little closer every time I hear it.

“Jeff, it was nice to meet you, and, uh, thanks for saving my neck…” I hold out my hand awkwardly and he takes it in his to give it a shake. Big hands, warm and calloused. I’m in no hurry to let go, and it seems he isn’t either.

“Anytime, Lucy. It’s, uh, it’s a nice neck.” He cocks an eyebrow and before I can get my bearings, he’s off down the stairs. How is it possible I’ve never noticed this guy all the time he’s been Cora’s neighbor? Oh, right, Cora…

She had left the door ajar for me, so I walk in without knocking and see the usual scene: Cora sitting at the kitchen table behind a mountain of books, Alex on the couch with his hands fused to a Nintendo controller. He calls “hey Luce” without even glancing up from the screen, but Cora’s trying (and failing) to hide her smile behind a wall of red hair as she feigns maximum interest in her beaten-up copy of Advanced Soil Mechanics.

“Oh hey Lucy!” she’s going for a surprised look but she sucks at lying. “Make a new friend out there?”

“Just getting to know your neighbor, you should try it sometime,” I sneer back, dropping my laundry basket and heading for the fridge to steal a beer.

“Who, the blonde guy? Ugh, tell him to fuck off with his fucking music, would you? Do you have any idea what it’s like to try to work with Dee Dee fucking Ramone down the hall?” The lump on the couch chimes in.

Cora bites her lip and nods dutifully in agreement with Alex, not that he notices, but stands up to grab a beer with me in the kitchen and whispers, “well, I mean, I actually like the soundtrack…”

“The view’s not bad either, you ever met the guy?” I reply in a conspiratorial whisper, Underwear Guy’s eyes still swimming in my head.

Cora shakes her head quickly with a significant glance at the back of Alex’s head. “Hey let’s get you that laundry,” she says, and she’s pulling me down the hallway.

Once we’re in their room with the door shut, I pounce onto her bed and take a sip of beer while she rummages through the hamper.

“Hey, sorry, I wasn’t trying to get you in trouble…”

“Oh no it’s fine, he’d just be an asshole about it.” She shrugs it off, but fuck if she���s not right. “So? Tell me everything?” she grins expectantly at me, obviously trying to change the subject, so I fill her in on my encounter with Jeff.

“Hahahaha oh my god Lucy, it figures that would happen to you!”

“Ugh, shut up, why?”

“Shyest girl I know, literally throwing her panties at a musician?” her grin is pure evil, and she dodges as I toss a pillow at her head. “So on a scale of one to kill-me-now, how embarrassed were you?”

“I wanted to throw myself back down the fucking stairs!”

“Oh, come on,” she parks on the bed and nudges me, “I bet it was fine, you guys looked like you were having a nice talk when I saw you, no underwear anywhere.”

“By then I’d collected it all, it was only my self-respect I lost.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Lucy. You’re gorgeous and I bet he didn’t mind one bit. Didn’t look like he was suffering when I saw you…”

“Well, he was a gentleman about it. You really haven’t ever talked to him? He’s so nice.”

She’s grinning at me with amusement in her eyes. “Not much, no, just in passing. Like last night he said hi as I was keying into the apartment.”

“Oh yeah! So what will I not believe about this hike of yours? Alex didn’t actually go, did he?”

“No, come on, of course he didn’t. We fought about it” – uh huh, and water is wet and bears shit in the woods – “but it’s probably for the best he didn’t come with me.”

“Why?”

As she tells me the whole story, I can see why she’s glad Alex stayed home. He’s a jealous prick on a good day, I can’t imagine him tagging along for that encounter.

“So did we get you enough laundry? What did you so desperately need to wash anyway? All your stuff’s bright colors…” she roots through my laundry basket… “ah hah! The Jake Dress!” she holds it up, looking as triumphant as a cat who’s caught the fattest mouse.

“It is NOT the Jake dress!” I try to snatch it out of her hands but she bounds off the bed and waves it at me. “I mean, okay…” to be honest, until she mentioned him I had totally forgotten about Jake, Jake who?

“I knew it. You’re so cute. Own up to it, Luce, you look super hot in this dress! I bet Dr. Hottie thinks so too.”

“Ugh, well first of all don’t call him that” – I swat at her head and she ducks – “and secondly it’s the only thing I own that doesn’t make me look like a beanpole, you’re lucky you’re short.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re literally the classic American girl next door. I’m sure Jeff thought so and I know Dr. Hott–” I give her my best death glare “– I mean Jake agrees, why else does he loiter at your desk to flirt with you all the time?” she trails off with Cheshire Cat mirth spreading across her face.

After we make plans for our next movie night, I collect the laundry and wave goodbye to Alex, who mumbles “seeya Luce” on my way out the door. Once I close the door to #41 behind me, I can’t help but glance down at #46. I know he’s not home now, but I wonder when he’ll get back. I wonder if he’s wondering about me too. 

[silks]

questions tag<3

hello followers who follow me.... i answer questions cuz i was tagged by several of my jaethots and yall r lovely and sweet

THE LAST

drink: lemonade at a tex mex restaurant i was just at and it was gud

phone call: @fuck-me-harder-olaf telling me about jacob sartorius getting handcuffed and shit by police fdfjdhjhwdj

text message: to the jaethots i said “lol”

song you listened to: shape of you

time you cried: dont @ me for this but i cried when kenia booked her flight to dallas cuz im a p*ssy

HAVE YOU EVER

dated someone twice: nuh uh

kissed someone and regretted it: nuh uh

been cheated on: nuh uh

lost someone special: yes, if this means they died :( RIP cousin Lori .....ily

been depressed: yeah but it was mild,, i do have anxiety tho that can get baby depressive. its called ranch dressing depression cuz its mild

gotten drunk and thrown up: yeth BUT i think it was cuz my cousin forcefed me like 12 pieces of garlic bread 

3 FAVORITE COLORS

PINK!!!

blue!!

yellow!!!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made new friends: my closest friends r the ones ive made in the past year tbh wish i had more time w them b4 college starts!!!

fallen out of love: no cuz i dont feel emotions 

laughed until you cried: honestly,, like once or twice a week cuz i think everything funny

found out someone was talking about you: nah but i know the jaethots have a second group chat w/out me where they just talk about how im pretty and cool

met someone who changed you: yee it was an acting teacher and she just totally changed how i thot about acting and i became more confident w it

found out who your friends are: BITCH...,,..........,,. YES I FUCKING HAVE,,,,..........

kissed someone on your Facebook list: yep smooch smooch

GENERAL

how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: pretty much all of them? except for maybe some random relatives

do you have any pets: i have a beautiful betta fish his name is Drew P. Weiner and he’s so sweet.. he comes up to the glass when i walk by and hes rlly active and cute!!!!!! i love him !!!!

do you want to change your name: no i honestly love my name (lucy for the fakes) i think its rlly pretty

what did you do for your last birthday: i had a big party and invited like 50 ppl but only around half showed up but it was fun we had smores and wii!!

what time did you wake up: idk time is an illusion

what were you doing at midnight last night: i was falling asleep watching mothra vs. godzilla

name something you can’t wait for: KENIA @minsbugi COMING TO DALLAS!!!!! I LOVE MY MASTER DADDY<3333

when was the last time you saw your mom: like 30 minutes ago

what are you listening to right now: my kkt blowing up guess i better check it cuz im popular

have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes my chemistry teacher tom asher.... he the best science teacher i ever had and i miss him!! love that dude

something that is getting on your nerves: umm nothing rlly?? ooh wait a boy just played w my friends heart and that has me angry

most visited website: tumblr, youtube, & logic-puzzles.org im not joking i nut for logic puzzles im exposing myself as lonely nerd and for being unfaithful to spider solitaire

hair color: brown

long or short hair: long

do you have a crush on someone: yes on all of the jaethots cuz they r all the full package!

what do you like about yourself: im funny and my hair is pretty and my smile is big

blood type: b for bofa deez nuts (idk actually) (O? maybe?)

nickname: lulu, luc, whore, limpdick motherfucker

relationship status: married to my wife,,, @bae-jy we love each other

zodiac: capricorn on the cob

pronouns: she/her

favorite tv show: AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER ... arrested development,,,..its always sunny in philadelphia 

tattoos: none but i want one of texas cuz i lov my state

right or left handed: right, so im not going to hell

surgery: never had one no thanks

sport: i played basketball in elementary school for 5 years lmaoooooo

vacation: i was just in wisconsin!! my second home! love it there 

pair of shoes: my LL Bean flip flops and my nike tennis shoes r all i wear lmao

MORE GENERAL

eating: i had tex mex,,, enchiladas

drinking: had lemonade

I’m about to: fart. ok did it

waiting for: kenia..... to get to dallas

want: a one.... haha

get married: YES PLS!!!!!! I Want children and everything... family is rlly important to me

career: writing comedy for tv 

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses: hugs.. i love hugs!!!

lips or eyes: eyes...... 

shorter or taller: taller pls

older or younger: older i dont need high school boys

nice arms or nice stomach: ARMS!!! love me some biceps.. but i love cute tummies

hook up or relationship: relationship def

troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant..stay safe

HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger: nuh uh

drank hard liquor: yes im naughty

lost glasses/contact lenses: i think a pair of glasses is lost rn but i dont want to look for them cuz then it will confirm that theyre missing

turned someone down: yes....

 sex on the first date: never even been on a date sooooooo

broken someone’s heart: no lol

had your heart broken: i would say by a friend.. not in a romantic way

been arrested: nuh uh

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: yes im in love with @bae-jy and @kimsjaehwan they r beautiful and kind and funny and smart and im love them

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

yourself: depends on the day

miracles: yeah i think so

love at first sight: i dont sorry !!! i know u all think ur in lvoe with me after seeing me selfies

santa clause: no im not SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD

kiss on the first date: yeh i would

angels: yes..... @jaehwn and @dearlydaehwi are definitely angels.... love yall

OTHER

eye color: doodoo brown

favorite movie: the goonies!! and also spirited away and ponyo and jurassic park 

im going to tag alllll the jaethaggies bc fuck u i dont rmr who done it or not bc when have i ever not been confused or known anything and yall wanna read this anyways

i have none friends 

@king-jaehwan @jaehwn @kimsjaehwan @dearlydaehwi @minsbugi @bae-jy

but i prob tagged u in this already anyway

[5hfanfiction]

Like The Air That I Breathe

Ch.3

It’s a long summer for Lauren. Long, and hot. She hasn’t talked to the other girls in over a month because they’re all still on vacation and she has been busy with her sports. To say that she misses her friends is an understatement. But her parents do a great job at keeping her busy so that she doesn’t get bored. Her mom takes her time teaching Lauren how to cook, and of course they don’t forget her school lessons. While her dad takes her to soccer and basketball practices. She’s even picked up drawing in her free time, granted she isn’t that good right now but her abuelita says that if she keeps practicing she’s going to make an amazing artist one day. That makes her proud.

It’s the middle of July when Lauren decides that she doesn’t like her new soccer team. They just finished a tournament last week, of which her team lost. She means, like dead last, completely demolished by other teams. Her teammates suck, and it’s very depressing. She’s tired of being the only one on her team to score. And yeah there’s some pride in knowing that you’re the best, but she doesn’t want to be the one holding the whole team together. It’s too much pressure. And she misses her old team, when she used to cut the ball in to Hayley from left field and Hayley would score. They would share the victory together, Hayley the goal and Lauren the assist. She knows she can’t go back to her old team. She knows that when the summer is over, she’ll have to play middle school soccer because she won’t have time for her club team. And even though she figures that she hates her soccer team, she does find her passion in basketball.  

Lauren is the point guard. To most people that means she gets to dribble the ball up the court. But to her, it means she’s the leader. She doesn’t get to call the plays, but it’s her job to lead them. Coach McCall says she’s a ‘natural,’ that one day he’s going to watch her on TV playing for the WNBA. The other day her basketball team travelled to Disney Wide World of Sports to play in a two-game tournament against teams from all over Florida. She went to Disney World with her teammates and family after. She’s been having a lot of fun, basketball is a lot of fun, and her team is very good.

She finishes the summer strong, her summer athletics ending a week before school begins.

-

Summer is officially over and Lauren is on the phone with Camila when her mom comes in her bedroom to tell her that it’s time to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Lauren just nods at her mother before returning to listening to the younger Latina tell her, in English, all about her summer with her family in Mexico. The girl got back last week and she hasn’t been able to see her because they’ve both been busy getting ready for the school year. It’s nearly 30 minutes later when her mom comes back in her room with her signature look on her face that usually means ‘do what I asked you to do, now.’

“Camz, I have to go.” Lauren sighs into the phone.

“Okay. Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow at school.”

“Yeah. Goodnight, see ya.” She hangs up the phone marching out of her room and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She’s squirting toothpaste on her toothbrush when her mom pops her head in.

“Make sure you put the house phone back in the living room before you go to bed. You know you always forget.”

“Well maybe you and dad should buy me my own phone.” Lauren mumbles around her toothbrush.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.” Her mom avoids her statement. Of course. Lauren rinses her mouth out and spits.

“Goodnight, Mami. Love you too.” She shuts off the bathroom light and heads back to her room. She closes her door and face plants onto her fluff of a comforter and pillows. Succumbing into a peaceful slumber.

She can hear shuffling in the kitchen when she wakes up and assumes that it’s her mom making her breakfast. Her mouth waters at the thought of bacon. Brain sending signals to her stomach, forcing it to growl.

She decides it’s time to get out of bed.

She makes her way to the kitchen. Licking her lips at the sight of eggs and bacon on a plate that she can only assume is hers, she sits herself in front of the plate. Thanking her mom before digging in. She eats breakfast alone. Her mom getting ready for work. Her dad and siblings still asleep because they don’t have to be up for another hour. She finishes her food and heads straight for her bathroom to brush her teeth. Then back to her room to get dressed. Settling on a pair of dark blue jean shorts and a blue flannel. She runs a brush through her matted, long hair. Wincing at the pulls and breaks in the tangles. She watches as her mom leaves for work, knowing that she and Normani had planned to ride to school together this morning.

Normani’s dad picks her up at 6:50. A little earlier than expected so when Lauren hears the doorbell ring she rushes to throw on her solid white vans and runs to the door. Normani’s waiting. Hands on her jean clad hips and giant smile on her face. She’s wearing a tight white shirt and Lauren can see that her friend has certainly grown this summer. In more than just height…  Normani laughs as she notices where Laurens eyes were.

“My eyes are up here, perv.”

Lauren scoffs. “Come on, loser.” Pushing passed the girl, trying to ignore the slight blush that arose on her cheeks from being caught. Yeah, Mani is beautiful, but Lauren wasn’t checking her out. Just…. admiring… Normani’s chest wasn’t big but it was definitely noticeable. Lauren’s own chest has barely grown over the summer, no matter how tight her shirt is- her boobs seriously looks smaller than ant hills. She hops in the back seat of the car and buckles herself in as she says hello to Normani’s dad.

“Promise me you’ll meet up with me at lunch, Mani.” Lauren begs when they get to school, knowing that Mani is a social butterfly and would probably have no problem making friends. Usually, Lauren wouldn’t be this nervous but she knows that the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders all have separate lunch schedules so she can’t sit with Camila and Dinah, and considering she knows absolutely no one except for Mani, she just doesn’t want to sit alone.

“Of course, you don’t have to ask twice, Princess.” Mani smiles and hugs Lauren tight. “You’ll be okay, Lo. Go find your class, I’ll see you soon.”

“K, see ya, ManiBear.”

She gets lost on the way to her first class. She finds herself standing in the middle of the hallway searching for room 214, getting knocked around by students pushing their way through the crowd to get to their classes on time. 

“You a 6th grader?” She hears a girl call out to her. She shakes her head.

“7th” she replies. “just new…” The girl is pretty. She has long brown hair and brown eyes, her nose slightly curves at the tip.

“Where ya headed?” Lauren shrugs, before handing her schedule to the other girl.

“Philosophy.” She reads, “with Jackson, same class as me.” The girl hands back her schedule.

“My name is Lucy. Just follow me - ”  Lucy nods asking for her name.

“Lauren.” Lauren flashes a big smile at the girl. “Thanks.” She breathes, relieved that she’s no longer lost.

They make it to class right before the bell rings. Lauren follows Lucy to two open seats in the middle of the class.

The teacher takes attendance and goes right into the lesson.

“Can there be more than one truth?” He asks and Lauren’s mind starts to shift and her thoughts begin to race because he gets her thinking. She thinks of her family, and her friends. Of when she wears her abuelitas glasses and the world becomes blurry, then she takes them off and she can see fine again. She thinks of how Dinah and Normani argue so often and her mom tells them it’s because they have different ideas. She thinks back to a while ago when she was talking to Normani about love. She thinks there can be multiple truths. So, she answers.

“Yes. Everyone has different truths.” Her face turns red and she thinks she may be wrong when her teacher responds asking ‘how so?’ but she continues to explain her reasoning because the stares of her classmates fuel her.

When she finishes, her teacher is smiling at her.

“Good job Ms. – “

“Jauregui.” She smiles. “Lauren Jauregui.”

She smiles to herself and looks down at her blank paper getting ready to take notes when a folded piece of paper is slid on her desk. She opens the paper to read the small note, ‘didn’t know you were beautiful and smart. -LV’ she smiles widely at the note and looks over at her new friend, the other girl winks.

The next three periods go by quick and before she knows it she’s on her way to lunch. She sees Camila and Dinah talking enthusiastically to Normani as she makes her way towards them in the cafeteria.

“Hey guys, what’re you doing in this lunch period I thought you had A lunch.” Lauren says scooting in next to Camila.

“They want all of the students in the same lunch the first week I think. So, we can get used to it.” Dinah replies shoving a french fry in her mouth. Lauren looks over at Camila who’s flipping her medium length, dark hair over her shoulder. That’s when Lauren notices that the girls usual pig tails must have been forgotten this morning when Camila was getting ready because her hair is down.

“No pig tails today, Camzi?”  Lauren teases nudging her friends shoulder. She sees a slight blush on Camila’s face before she watches the girl regain her confidence.

“No, thought I should try something new.” And then Lauren notices the makeup. The light powder on her face that you can only see in certain light. The mascara on her eyelashes making her already long eyelashes longer, her chocolate eyes sparkling when she speaks. She’s busy admiring the other girls features when she hears Dinah yelling out with a mouthful of fries,

“Look! there’s Mila’s new boyfriend!” She points to a blond boy walking in the cafeteria, and Lauren can’t even describe how her heart feels like it’s shattering beneath her chest at that statement.

“Cheech, he’s not my boyfriend. I just met him today.” Camila blushes.

“But you want him to be.” Dinah smirks. Lauren looks down at her food. Not paying attention to Camila’s blush and eyerolls at Dinah. Not noticing Normani’s questioning look directed at her change in behavior. Trying not to listen to her own thoughts. Trying to reverse her emotions and pretend to be entertained at Dinah’s excitement and teasing at hitting a growth spurt over the summer and being taller than all of them now.

“Hey, Green Eyes.” She looks away from Dinah to see Lucy and a few of her friends walking by her table. “Wish you would’ve sat with me.” Lucy winks making Lauren smile as she watches the other girl walk away.

“Who was that?” Normani smirks, the two younger girls looking back at the group that just passed.

“Lucy.” Lauren smiles. “She’s in my philosophy class.”

Normani hums watching her still smiling friend. Lauren furrows her eyebrows questioningly at her when she notices her friend’s expression. The other girl shakes her head and goes back to eating. Lauren looks over only to find her two younger friends staring at her questioningly. She rolls her eyes and looks away when she feels a soft hand slide into her own under the table. She looks at the girl beside her talking animatedly with the loud girl across from her.  

“I think she has a crush on you, she won’t stop looking over here.” Dinah says laughing.

“A crush!” Camila scowls, “That’s wrong, Cheech, she’s a girl. That’s just gross, and-and ungodly.”

That’s the first-time Lauren’s felt heartbreak. She forces a laugh and a smile, trying to ignore the way her heart shatters, for the second time that day, at Camila and the look of disgust on her face. Trying, but failing, miserably. Tears force their ways into her eyes and she knows she just needs to get out there, away from the girl that broke her heart with a few simple words that killed all possibility of making Lauren’s dreams a possibility. Slowly, she pulls her hand out of Camila’s and forces out a lie about needing to ask one of her teachers about an assignment that was given.

“On the first day of school? Dang, I don’t wanna go to 7th grade, I think I’ll stay right here.” Dinah joked.

Lauren gave a small wave before speed walking out of the cafeteria. She finds the nearest bathroom, pulls herself into one of the stalls and lets her tears fall free. She’s been in there for a few minutes when she hears the door open, so she tries to quite a few quiet sobs that escaped her lips.

“Lo.” Normani’s voice rings out. She doesn’t want to speak. She doesn’t want anyone to see her weak, crying. “I know you’re in here, I can see your shoes.” She stays quiet. “Fine.” She hears her friend mumble.

She hears the other girl’s footsteps walk back toward the door and then the click of the lock, before Normani speaks again.

“Lauren.” She breathes, “I know.” Pause. “I can see it in your eyes, when you look at her, when you smile at her. I can see it.” Another pause. “Remember that time when we first started hanging out with Dinah and Mila. I knew then. We were at your house, and we were sitting on your trampoline and you asked me if I think it’s okay for a girl to like another girl…Well, I meant what I said and I still mean it.” She sighs. “It’s okay to love, there is no such thing as loving wrong.”

Lauren wipes her tear stained cheek with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Mila’s different, Lo. Her family is strict; they won’t even let her watch scary movies.” Mani says before laughing. “Hell, her mom freaked out on her the other day when Dinah and I were there because Emily kissed Maya on the new episode of Pretty Little Liars. We had to turn it to Disney Channel.”

Lauren smiles at the thought of Dinah’s reaction to Sinu freaking out and making them change her favorite show.

“Can you come out now?” Normani asks softly.

Lauren nods, forgetting the other girl can’t see her. She wipes her remaining tears and walks out of the stall.

“The toilets are gross.” She pouts, making Normani laugh and then she’s being engulfed into a tight hug by her older friend. “You smell good.” She mumbles inhaling passionfruit perfume.

“I love you, Lo.” Mani squeezes.

“Love you, Manibear.”

“So how did Dinah react to Sinu?” Lauren laughed.  Followed by Normani’s “Oh my God, girl. Let me tell you- “and then they’re walking through the hallways of the school as Normani is giving a rather detailed explanation of Sinu freaking out and Dinah pouting the rest of the night. And today, Lauren decides she couldn’t be more grateful for having someone as great as Normani in her life. 

At the end of the day when Laurens parents ask her about her first day of middle school, she tells them about everything, minus lunch.

She grows distant from Camila and Dinah over the next few weeks. Mainly Camila. They see each other in passing during school hours. Sometimes Lauren can’t help but look in the younger girl’s direction. While Camila is talking to Dinah in the hall, or laughing with a classmate Lauren doesn’t know. She’s been caught staring, too. By Camila herself, and she tries not to look away too quick when they make eye contact and Camila smiles and waves, Lauren smiles back and waves making a gesture telling the other girl that she has to go. And even though she misses her friends, whenever the other girl calls she can’t help but beg her mom to say she either “isn’t there” or is” doing homework” and she’ll have Lauren call her back later. After a while her parents stopped questioning her about it.

She makes up excuses to get out of sleepovers and study sessions. She blames it on sports, and school, and homework, and being in different grades. But, she knows that’s not the reason, that’s not the reason at all because she hasn’t been doing any of those things. She isn’t in season yet for soccer, and her teachers haven’t nearly given enough homework for her to be busy all the time. She knows it’s because of what Camila said a few weeks back. She knows she’s avoiding her, and avoiding her means indirectly avoiding Dinah too because she has nearly every class with the person she’s trying to avoid. And, knowing Dinah the younger girl will spill that they hung out and she doesn’t want to hurt Camila’s feelings. She misses them though, especially, Camila. But, when she’s not avoiding Camila she’s been hanging out with Lucy, and Lucy’s friends, and Normani. Normani knows what’s up. She’s usually the one relaying the messages. But then weeks turn to months and the asking sort of comes to a halt altogether.

They’re sitting with Lucy, Keana, and Alexa in lunch when Normani brings it up. It’s been a while since Normani has mentioned them to Lauren, but this time when Mani brings it up it doesn’t bother her anymore. The lying has become natural. So when she says that the other girls have been asking about her again Lauren just brushes it off, claiming that she’s “been busy.”

 “You know how it is, Mani… I’ve just been busy.”

“Okay, but Mila wants to have a sleepover this weekend and she asked me to ask you to come. Like, actually begged.” Mani says, and Lauren almost wants to say yes. But then she remembers how it made her feel when Camila had said what she did, she thinks about how she’s been happy with her new little group, and that she doesn’t want to go back to a friendship where she’s pining after a girl who thinks she’s disgusting. She’s tired of hiding, she just wants to be herself.

“I can’t.” Lauren lies. She can, she doesn’t want to.

“Why can’t you?” Normani presses, narrowing her eyes.

Lauren shrugs taking a bite of her sandwich. Normani scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“You have nothing to do this weekend. Why are you lying?” The other girls at the table are watching them now.

“I do, too.” She grits her teeth. Lie, again.

“Look, I know you’re avoiding her. But, Dinah didn’t do shit to you and she misses you. I’m done being in the middle of this. I’m tired of having to lie to my friends because you don’t have the balls to grow up and tell them what’s actually up with you.”

“She isn’t lying. She’s sleeping over my house.” Lucy chimes in. Lauren makes a mental note to thank Lucy later for saving her and she watches as Normani rolls her eyes.

That weekend she has her first kiss. It was unexpected. She was lying next to Lucy on the other girl’s bed watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It’s only the beginning of the movie but Lucy has her head resting on her shoulder. There was no reason to be for them to be that close considering Lucy had a queen size bed. But it was comfortable, and Lucy was warm and she smelled nice. Then, Lucy started to rub Laurens arm, and it felt nice so Lauren let her. And when Lucy looks up at Lauren when Ian kisses Toula on their first date she’s slightly confused by the way the other girl is looking at her, but then Lucy’s leaning in and Lauren is following and suddenly their lips are touching. Lucy’s lips are soft, and small against Lauren’s. Lauren feels something, it’s not fireworks, but it’s something and something is better than nothing, right? So, when Lucy asks if she wants to make she nods her head yes and lets the other girl turn off the movie and straddle her. They kiss until the older girl falls asleep and leaves Lauren to her thoughts.

Lauren likes Lucy. She likes being friends with Lucy. She likes kissing Lucy… before she ends up dozing off to sleep she can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss the pink, plump lips she’s grown used to staring at. The lips that belong to the girl with the most beautiful chocolate eyes. And once again, she finds herself dreaming about something that could never be real.

When school comes Monday morning she comes face to face with the star in her dreams and her new “boyfriend”.

Middle school sucks ass.

****Wattpad Kosax12

[5hfanfiction]

Love in the fan section

Lauren doesn’t usually cheer loud at basketball games.

Don’t get her wrong she’s definitely enthusiastic, wearing her favorite player’s jersey and sometimes facepaint if she’s feeling risky. Usually she’ll have a sign or a foam finger or some accessory to prove her loyalty to the team and she’ll cheer pretty loud at baskets and good plays.

Right now for example. She’s at the Cavaliers vs. Warriors game, which you can imagine is getting pretty tense from the history there. She’s with Golden State, which means she at least has the pride of being the home team but people are getting pretty rowdy.

Lauren isn’t rowdy though. Dinah isn’t either surprisingly and since she’s only with Dinah her party is being pretty respectful, which is a change because last time she was with Vero and Lucy who started chants every ten minutes. So she likes the quiet that they are because it’s respectful and nice and she’s always hated those loud people so she doesn’t want to have to deal with that.

It’s a good game to watch and for the most part nothing is getting to heated on the actual court yet so she doesn’t have anything to really complain about.

“Splash Brothers? More like Trash brothers, am I right, I could play better ball than this and I’m 5’2,” but there’s that damn voice again. Usually Lauren can ignore obnoxious people cheering, really she usually gives them her best glares and rolls her eyes with the people around her, but she’s never really fought back. (Other than in high school but that was different she was always in a fan section and everybody is obnoxious in high school, so she wasn’t fighting back because she was mad, just to fit in.)

But this damn voice, this damn voice has been yelling the whole half and none, (really none at all Lauren’s been listening) have been any good insults. The girl is sitting a few seats over from Lauren, their two groups sitting together basically and Lauren is a second away from yelling back because how obnoxious can you be? Obviously the girl is wearing full on crazed fan apparel, half her face white, half her face maroon, and golden under eye. She’s wearing Irving on her back, which Lauren prefers to Lebron but still. She’s got obnoxious fan written all over her and her three friends all do too but they’re yet to utter a word other than the small conversation on the game. The girl Lauren’s noticed is the only one being obnoxious.

“Laur you okay?” Dinah shoots her a questioning look and as Lauren as about to reply with a rant about how annoying the yelling is she’s cut off, once again by the damn brunette sitting four seats over from her.

“My dead grandma could make a better call than that,” she spits as a travel is called on the Cavaliers and Lauren rolls her eyes because, seriously?

Lauren decides not to yell anything back to avoid a fight and instead claps a little louder, “Let’s go Warrior’s, good lead boys keep it up,” she shouts and doesn’t mean to look over at the girl but now that she’s opened her mouth she feels eyes on her and turns her head slightly to meet deep brown glaring at her. She shoots a smile faker than a barbie’s then turns her attention back to the game.

They continue like that for a while though. Miss Pissy-Pants will say something unoriginal, or you know lacking any form of sense, and Lauren will cheer a little louder for her favorite team or even complement the referee’s call.

“Good defense boys,”

“C’mon, people have gotten pregnant from less contact than that!” Lauren finally snaps and okay that one was a little blunt but Dinah’s mouth drops open in a laugh and a few people around her laugh and murmur their agreement.

Now when she had just been cheering and clapping brown eyes over there had been glaring and pouting in return, but if Lauren thought that was glaring, right now she’s shooting actual daggers when Lauren finally glances a look over at her. Not only that but one of the guys she’s with is giving her a teasing look, seeing if she’s going to take that.

She huffs a little bit as she spins away from Lauren after at least thirty seconds of holding a glare, but Lauren was able to read the eyes without much trouble and she knows a challenge when she sees one.

“Do you need to borrow my glasses?” the girl yells again a minute later when someone gets called for a reach and Lauren rolls her eyes because it was a normal call, anyone would have made it and the yelling is still unnecessary.

Lauren doesn’t yell back until a minute later, Thompson is called for a shit foul so finally she voices her thoughts again in hopes to spite the brunette near her, “Hey ref, you might wanna check your voicemail you’ve missed a few dozen calls!” and she can feel the brunette glaring at her so she puts a smug face on and leans back to enjoy the game.

“I swear the only difference between the Golden State Warriors and a dollar bill is that the dollar will get you a full four quarters worth,” the Cavaliers fan cheers and Lauren rolls her eyes again at the obnoxious pathetic attempt at taunting. A joke isn’t good when it takes that long to get to the punch line.

“And the only difference between Lebron James and time is that time passes,” Lauren snarls back and Dinah claps her on and a few people around start to notice the bickering.

That’s where it starts really. The two go back and forth for the next quarter, luckily Warrior’s are winning so Lauren has more ground to stand on but the girl, Camila Lauren heard her friends call her, is still going just as strong, insulting the referees, the players, and the fans too.

“C’mon even Stevie Wonder saw that one,” Camila yells as the buzzer goes off for the end of the third quarter and they prepare for the break. “You’re missing a good game ref, I wonder which one you’re watching,” Camila continues and Lauren would yell back but her bladder is about to explode so she just shoots Camila a dirty look before getting up, purposely bumping into her as she passes and resisting the urge to laugh when she huffs in annoyance.

Lauren makes a beeline for the bathroom, luckily beating the rush of people but there’s still a short line.

“Sorry, move over, excuse me,” she hears a voice pushing their way towards her and wants to scream because why the fuck did this girl follow her. “Oh hey Lauren thanks for saving my spot,” Camila smirks as she approaches and hops in front of Lauren in the line.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lauren growls and Camila laughs lightly in a teasing way because of the expression on the older girl’s face.

“Oh, well the line was just o long and I know you don’t want me to miss any of the game because of it,” Camila supplies as if they’ve been getting along and not bickering so Lauren rolls her eyes, not arguing anymore but pushing so she’s at least in front of Camila in line, crossing her arms and pouting and ignoring the pleased look on Camila’s face.

They don’t talk for the minute wait and Lauren doesn’t wait for Camila to leave the bathroom but the girl is right behind her anyways, and they end up in the same line to get drinks.

“Hey what do you do when you find a Warrior’s fan neck deep in cement?” Camila asks as she waits in front of Lauren in line, having pushed ahead annoyingly last minute. Lauren just glares at her so she laughs to herself loudly for a moment before continuing, “add more cement.”

“Well the only difference between a Cavs fan and a bucket of shit is the bucket,” Lauren snaps and Camila’s smile drops as she glares. Both girls notice the people listening in and laughing but ignore them and continue while they wait in line to argue with one another, all the way to the counter then back to the stairs before making their way up.

When the girls finally make their way back up to their seats, huffing and sending side glares at each other the whole way, they’re both stopped dead in their tracks when they notice the new seating arrangements.

Camila had been with three friends and Lauren had just been with Dinah, so they took up six seats total. Before this it had been two of Camila’s friends, Camila, her other friend, Dinah then Lauren when looking from the aisle inward. Right now however it was two empty seats, Dinah, then Camila’s three friends, all of the friends including Dinah smirking over.

“What the fuck is this?” Camila spits as she eyes her friends who are giving her sheepish smiles.

“Yeah I wouldn’t normally agree with someone whose opinions are so trashy but what the fuck is this?” Lauren backs up and gives Dinah the same questioning look.

“So we talked and we decided you guys can blow out each other’s ear drums, but we’re going to enjoy the game over here and try to ignore your yelling,” one of Camila’s guy friends with brown messy hair and a baby face supplies to which both girls scoff at.

“Yeah plus you stopped talking to me like twenty minutes ago Lauren so I need someone to socialize with even if it ain’t your pale ass,” Dinah adds and Lauren rolls her eyes at that whereas Camila laughs and moves to the side to let Lauren get in first so she can sit next to Dinah, then slides into the seat on her other side with no complaint.

Well, other than the complaint about the ref’s contact prescription being off. They keep going at it after the game starts back up and eventually are yelling even louder than they had been and the crowd is back to occasionally watching them instead of the game, which is saying something because this game has been long awaited. People aren’t mad though, more amused.

“Ref, you better get moving you’re late for your shift at Foot Locker,” Lauren yells as one of the referees calls a shitty offensive.

“Don’t listen to her, I’m pretty sure she’s got something other than sprite in that cup,” Camila shouts in reply making the people around them break into laughter as Lauren’s jaw drops. She turns to glare at Camila who’s biting back her own lip and smirking and Lauren decides to smack her arm for the words.

“Ow!” Camila says in shock as one arm reaches for the spot Lauren hit. Lauren doesn’t give her an answer just turns back to watch the game.

“Stripes, does your wife know you’re screwing us behind her back?” Camila yells and Lauren let’s out a sarcastic laugh at that one because the call was literally on travel and James for all he’s worth quite literally took five steps with the ball.

“Leave his wife out of this he seems like a lovely man,” Lauren yells back in what she hopes is a clear joke but her insults are becoming as bad as Camila’s have already been. A second later though it doesn’t matter how bad her insult is because she makes a bigger idiot of herself before she can hold it back. But Steph is going to foul out if he gets one more called on him and Lauren paid good money even if her seats are kind of shit so she’s going to yell whether past her agrees or not, “Hey ref, you seem to like blowing whistles a lot, how bout next you blow my dick!”

That wasn’t the smartest thing to yell during the silence that follows the immediate cheers after a call. Her and Camila have been borderline the whole second half really and since their seats are bad the security has been ignoring it, but yelling something like that when it’s quiet?

Camila spots the security guard approaching before Lauren does.

“Can I help you?” Camila asks as the man comes to a stop at their row and surveys the two girls next to each other both looking more mad as he stares at them. All the people around them have gone quiet, probably waiting to see how severe their punishment will be, a warning first, or just straight up being kicked out. The viewers don’t seem to want them kicked out though, more like they want to keep watching this entertaining show, most of them have been laughing and listening in since Camila brough Stevie Wonder into this.

“M’am I’m going to have to ask you and your friend to stop being so loud,” the chubby man speaks and Lauren rolls her eyes because they’re not friends and she doesn’t want the people around them thinking they are.

“We’re just cheering, I don’t see any signs saying you can’t root for your favorite team,” Camila snaps back and the guy looks at the both of them as if trying to decide whether or not to let it slide. Lauren eyes the short guy with disgust for a minute at the way his eyes are focused on her chest as he looks at them. “And her eyes are higher than that buddy don’t make me get out of this seat,” Camila continues and Lauren raises an eyebrow at the fact that she just defended her.

“Sorry ladies but you’re been being obnoxious the whole-”

“Oh make like a tree and leave, we’ll stop okay?” Camila cuts him off and Lauren has to hold back a laugh at Camila’s word choice because, seriously? What is she twelve?

It works though because the security guard looks back at them for a second before glaring one more time and spinning to leave.

“That’s right,” Camila calls after him and he shakes his head but doesn’t turn back to face her as he makes his way back down in time for the time out to end, “hop off like a twig in the wind,” and what the fuck is she even saying.

It’s quiet for a second, slowly everyone around them goes back to conversing but Camila and Lauren stay tense in their seats before Lauren decides to speak up. “Thank you for defending me,” she starts and Camila turns to look back at her with a confused eyebrow quirked, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you,” she finishes and Camila scoffs before giving Lauren one last look and turning back to the game.

There’s only five minutes left. Warriors are up by a lot so Lauren is happy that she’s going to be the one laughing in the end but it sucks that their bickering has to end.

“Oh did I miss a sale? Is it two for one on dribbles? Call that shit dude!” and okay maybe they are still going to bicker? Camila doesn’t seem to care about the possibility of getting kicked out because she said that pretty loud and it’s not too loud anywhere else so it’s not shocking that amused faces turn to look at the two again expecting more arguing.

“Here do you want me to help you down the stairs after the game?” Lauren asks loud enough for the surrounding people to hear and look at her in confusion this time along with Camila. “Or do you have one of those dogs that helps blind people?” and Camila’s friends all break into cheering at that one and Dinah is cracking up from next to Lauren along with them (Lauren’s glad she at least made friends in the exchange since Lauren abandoned her).

“Come on Cavs there’s still time for a come back,” Camila yells out, ignoring what Lauren said and her friends’ taunting, Lauren rolls her eyes and reaches to take a drink from her sprite.

And there’s another time out, luckily before Lauren can says something stupid and get herself in trouble again.

“You know, just because you guys are winning doesn’t mean you’re better,” Camila speaks and Lauren is shocked that she’s talking to her and not yelling some insult even if it is still snippy.

“I’m sorry I thought that is what it meant? Correct me if I’m wrong but the better team usually wins, right?” Lauren says back sarcastically and Camila rolls her eyes.

“Okay but reminded that we have the title from last year sooo,” Camila nods as if she’s proven her point and reaches for her cup to take a sip of coke.

“Yeah, last year,” Lauren says because that answers that, “and if I remember correctly those games were complete bullshit. In fact-”

“Psst,” the girls hear for the third time and snap their heads up to see who’s annoying them but before they turn their heads fully to their friends they see the jumbo screen. Specifically the kiss cam.

Now Lauren’s never been a loud cheerer. But like, obviously Camila made her change that, and she’s also never really been one to do something so stupid like kiss someone on a jumbo screen.

But okay the whole reason she’s cheering so loud is because she’s trying to prove she’s a more hardcore fan than Camila, and what hardcore fan disrespects the kiss cam? It’s basically spitting on the game.

Camila beats her to that idea though. Snapping her wide eyes back to Lauren she shoots her a wink before reaching a hand to cup Lauren’s jaw and leaning in.

Obviously it isn’t going to be intense, they’re on camera and not wanting to give anyone a show. It’s short, sweet, the people who’ve been watching them argue the whole time are cheering and they’re kind of smiling into it for some reason. Lauren is blown away by how soft Camila’s lips are and she doesn’t even seem to care that the Cavalier’s colors are being rubbed onto her cheeks in certain areas.

They pull away after a few seconds and Lauren’s eyes fly open to find the wide brown ones again looking back at her with a look that can only be described as how Lauren’s feeling and before she knows it she’s pulling Camila back in and connecting their lips again, certain the camera isn’t on them now and pulling Camila by the hair deeper into the kiss.

Camila’s the first to try to push her tongue into it, licking along Lauren’s bottom lip roughly and tangling her fingers in Lauren’s hair as if taking out some anger pent up from their bickering, and Lauren’s about to cave but the hoots and whistles from her friends remind her she’s in public and not about to make out with this girl no matter how much she wants to.

So Lauren pulls back again and slowly opens her eyes as she breathes in to catch her breath and watches Camila do the same with a small smile and her eyes still closed in bliss.

It’s silent between them for a moment. That moment continues when Camila opens her eyes but now it’s filled with a questioning look and Lauren knows what’s about to happen and lets Camila know that much with her eyes.

“Bathroom?” Camila bites her lip and Lauren can only think about how attractive she is even wit her face covered in paint, half sweat off by now.

“Yeah.”

And they’re both out of their seats without a care for the final score.

Later that night Lauren makes sure to rub in her team’s victory but Camila shuts her up with another kiss and Lauren can’t deny her those.

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