Life is good, just like tee shirts say. Lauren has been finally living her life just like the famous regularly do. She's been in the studio working on her music, going to the club, shopping all up and down Rodeo Dr., and attending red carpet events. Lauren and Chance's relationship is also slowly but surely repairing itself. Laré really has nothing to complain about, that is, until one Wednesday when she comes on home from a visit to the throat doctor.
"See you later, Miss Williams. Follow the doctor's orders," BD calls from his own car window, after following closely behind the singer on the roads home. She wanted to be alone apparently, because she knew that nothing good was about to come out of this appointment, and Laur knew she wouldn't feel like talking afterwards. And technically, she couldn't.
Vocal rest. The doctor might as well have stapled her mouth shut.
"Great, this is just great. I'm not supposed to talk, and now I can't find my house keys!" Lauren attempts to shriek, but her voice cracks like a 13 year old boy going through puberty. "This is the icing on the cake."
Laur is so busy digging around her purse for her house keys that she doesn't notice another SUV pulling into her driveway. The gaz-guzzler's back seat door opens and out steps J. Cole into the late evening air. He hurries to her front porch in fear of being spotted, a stupid grin etched all over face. J sneaks up behind Lauren, and is just about to snake his arms around her waist when Lauren realizes she isn't alone anymore, and whips around.
"Jermaine? What are you doing here?"
The tall rapper smiles genuinely, and Lauren's heart skips a beat for a moment. "I'm leaving town tomorrow, but I wanted to see you again. So here I am," he says.
Lauren shakes her head in disbelief. Jermaine actually made an effort to come and see her before they are separated again for Lord knows how long. A smile creeps on to her face. She wishes someone would always think about her like this. Usually, Kaya is too caught up in drama with Beau or her other catty friends, and Chance just doesn't give a damn about anything. It feels as though Jermaine is one of the only shoulders she can lean on, even if it's the worst thing that can happen.
"Well, in that case, come on in."
So, much like other night, the duo strolls the house and upstairs to Lauren's room, where it's most quiet and most private. The singer plops down on the bed, clasping her hands together in front of her as she breaks the news to J that she can't really speak today. His smiles turns into a deep, deep frown. Literally in a second, his whole demeanor changes. That's a little weird, Lauren thinks.
"Hey, well at least now we won't have to hear yo loud ass mouth, you know what I'm saying!"
... Lauren blinks.
Okay, so J isn't acting like his normally, cool, chilled self , but rather like a teenager who's just walked into the house drunk or high. Lauren draws her eyebrows together, and asks what's up with him, simply trying to understand.
But the reaction she gets isn't at all what expected. The lightskinned man runs his hands over his thick hair and warm face, releasing a big ball of air as he does. "I didn't come over here just to talk, Lauren," Jermaine begins. "I came because - you know what? Fuck it."
All of a sudden, in a flash, Jermaine rushes towards the edge of the bed and captures Lauren's mouth with his own passionately. The young woman's eyes nearly widen to the size of tea plates as his hands skirt down her stomach and pop open the button of her jeans effortlessly. Jermaine breaks the kiss momentarily so he can get Lauren out of her Roshes and denim fabric. Everything is happening so fast, the singer can barely process it all, but she knows that she wants it more than anything in the world right now. And J is here to deliver.
