Lauren's POV
Once we arrived my place, my parents told me to take the pizza inside and show our house to Cabello while they took her luggage off of the car. I gave the pizza box to Cabello to hold so I could open the door. Soon as I opened she screeched in happiness. What the actual fuck.
"What..."
"Your. House. Is. Beautiful." She pushed me lightly so she could go inside. "Look at this chandelier!" She said walking into our living room, still holding the pizza box, and looking at the ceiling..
"Um... T-than... That's... Um... N-nice... butt." I said, making a fool of myself. It wasn't my fault. Look at this girl's ass. It's huge. And awesome. And I feel like squeezing it.
"My butt?" She turned around and gave me a confused look from the middle of the room.
"Butt? I said butt?" I forced a laugh "No, I meant... flush. You have this flush on your face" I said waving a hand in front of my face trying to add some sense to my words. "I think it's a happiness thing. You know... a flush."
"But I was on my back." She chuckled uncomfortably.
"So?"
"I'm pretty sure someone's face gets flushed. Not their backs or... their butts."
"Um..."
"Sweetheart I thought I'd told you to take the pizza to the dining room!" My dad said getting in holding her bags and saving my ass. I love you so much, dad.
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After we finished the pizza we just sat there, talking about Cabello's school plans and other stuff. I couldn't help to notice that her English was perfect. I guess it was really stupid of me to buy her a dictionary.
"Lo, you said you bought something to Cabello. I think now is the right time to give it to her!" My mom said reading my mind as my dad wrapped his arms around her waist. Oh no, affection demonstration again. I hate that my parents have such great relationship. It means the same isn't going to happen with me because a lightning struck can't fall twice at the same place.
"I left it in the car." I said and my dad took the keys out of his pocket and threw it lightly at me. I had no problem grabbing it because I used to play softball and I was damn good on it. As I walked to our living room I could hear my parents bragging about how good I was at softball (reading my mind again) but then complaining about my stupidity of stopping to practice it. I also heard Cabello's giggle after some joke about my laziness. This girl is fucking adorable.
I opened the front door and the cold beach breeze hit my face making me chill. I love Miami's weather. I unlocked the car and opened the backseats door. I bent down on the seats to search for the library's bag. It was dark and took me a while to find it. When I finally felt the plastic bag texture under my hand I heard a soft voice behind me.
"Need help?"
I don't care how soft that voice was, it fucking scared me. I lifted my body up from the backseat and turned around too quickly. When I say too quickly I mean really quickly. So quick I didn't notice how close Cabello was and my lips ended up brushing on hers before she could step back. It was quick but it felt warm. And her lips were soft and welcoming. I felt like stepping closer and making them touch again. But I can't.
"Oh."
"Oh." I repeated her.
A/N: I have another chapter written here so let me know if you want me to post it today :) - poops
