Dance On Our Graves

Chapter 6

Trigger Warning: Drugs

When Lauren wakes up in the morning, there's a warmth pressed against her back. Lauren blinks into alertness and takes into account the size and shape of the mass before deciding that Emily must have had a bad dream and came into their room last night to sleep between her and Camila.

Lauren sit up and find that she was right. Camila's still asleep on the other end of the bed and Emily is pressed against Lauren's back, her brown hair falling all over her face.

When Lauren gets out of bed, she tries not to wake her up, but her bright eyes pop open the second Lauren gets out of bed. Emily mumbles something incoherent before rolling to the other end of the bed and snuggling into Camila. The older brunette rests a protective arm over Emily even in her sleep and Lauren can feel the symphony of butterfly wings beat in her stomach.

Lauren runs to the bathroom and locks herself in. She turns on the shower and climbs in. As the hot water beats on her back, she rests her forehead on the cold tile. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, damn it damns it, shit, shit," Lauren murmured over and over again against the wall. She shouldn't be up this early because she had a late night last night with Camila and Emily at Camila's birthday dinner. Then with all the singing and crying Lauren should still be asleep, but she can't because when she wakes up and Camila's there, Lauren either wants to wrap her arms around Camila or run away and Lauren is not strong enough to let herself hold Camila.

When the water runs cold Lauren gets out and walks into the living room. The girls are still asleep, so she goes into the living room and lay down in the middle of the floor. There's a crack in the ceiling that's only about five inches long, but the longer she stares at it, the longer it seems to get. Lauren's eyes are playing tricks on her and she just continues to stare at the ceiling.

"Is she dead?" Lauren hears Emily whisper. Lauren must have fallen asleep on the floor because her eyes are now closed. When she opens them the crack in the ceiling is hidden behind Camila's head. Her eyes are questioning with a tinge of worry.

Emily grins at Lauren, "You're not dead."

Lauren shakes her head and sits up. She's not dead, but she has the worst headache. Stupid hardwood floors.

"Are you okay?" Camila asks after she sends Emily to get dressed. "How long have you been out here?"

Lauren stretches her back and shrug, "No idea, but we need a couch."

Camila frowns at this and carefully asks, "Do you want to sleep out here?"

Lauren doesn't want to answer because she looks so wounded at the thought. Lauren just duck her head and stand up. "Do you want coffee?"

With a deep sigh, she nods, "Sure."

When Camila and Emily leave, Lauren leaves a few minutes later. Lauren spend most of the day in a seedy bar, taking shots, smoking cigarettes, and doing coke in the bathroom. Tomorrow is Saturday which means Camila has the day off and she and Emily will be home. Lauren doesn't know how she's going to handle it. Lauren figured that if she stay out all night and come in around nine in the morning that Camila will be up and out of bed so she can shut herself in the bedroom.

This all works fantastically until Lauren's completely exhausted at three in the morning. Lauren doesn't want to have to sleep next to Camila today or tonight...whatever. So Lauren asks one of the girls if she can crash on her couch. When she smiles Lauren immediately knows that she should have asked someone else. Lucy has had a not-so-secret crush on her since she can remember and Lauren think she just heard her ask if they could have sex.

Lauren just wanted to sleep, but Lucy's not too bad with her hands and had the decency to let Lauren shower afterward. Lauren hopes she doesn't think they're like married now or anything. The last thing Lauren need is some bat shit crazy bitch following her around because she thinks night stand equals everlasting love.