If there's one thing Lauren learned from this was to take the risk and shoot your shot. Send the DM because you never know what might happen.
Quinn Hughes x OC
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Lauren
Lauren's alarms went off at 8am, and she shut them off immediately. Hesitantly, she made herself get up and out of bed. She walked over to her curtains and flung them open, letting the slow light of the rising sun fill her room.
Lauren left her phone, and its unopened notifications on the charger while she walked out into the main area of her apartment. Lauren grabbed her tv remote, turning the tv on and opening Spotify. She found her morning playlist and hit shuffle, music quietly filling the room from the speakers.
She walked back to her room and looked through her closet, laying out the clothes she would wear to the gym and the clothes she would wear once she was done and showered.
She finally grabbed her phone, but kept it angled away towards the ground as she walked around her bed and back into her bathroom. It was nearing 8:30am, and Lauren got out all of the products she'd need to get ready for the day. She put on the band that kept her hair out of her face, as well as wrist ones to stop water from running down her arms.
She decided to look at her phone, to check the notifications and make sure there were no important ones like emails or texts, and that's when she saw it. She froze instantly, not quite sure if she was dreaming or if she was looking at the right phone.
"Oh my god!?" Lauren shouted, quickly unlocking her phone and finding the Instagram app. She hurriedly gets on and goes to her DMs to see she was reading it right.
Quinn fucking Hughes answered her.
Lauren paced for a few moments around her bathroom, looking away and then back again down to her phone. She stops and picks it, swiping off of Instagram and to her message app. She pulls up her bestfriends group chat and hits FaceTime.
Ryleigh is the first one to answer, as she is a few hours ahead. Then, a groggy Sia joins and right after that, Sylvia joins.
"Hey girly." Ryleigh greets, obvious that she's on a piece of gym equipment from the sweat and the way her phone is angled.
