picture you-monsters: the lyle and erik menendez story.

chapter 4.

Nearing one month of Lyle and Laurie going out, Lyle still hadn't put a label on it. Laurie was impatient.

She knew what Lyle had said on their first official date; take it slow. But she knew they weren't just friends. And she knew it'd kill her if he told her that.

Another show she had to play at. And she loved it.

She loved putting on little to no clothes, and sweating her ass off under the big stage lights because she knew by the end of the night, Lyle would be sweet enough to run her bath and if she was lucky—take one with her.

It wasn't always a sex thing. It was just an intimate thing.

Laurie smiled at the people in the crowd, waving to them. They would yell at her, sticking their hands out at her.

She laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder before just barely running her hands over the crowds extended fingers. She smiled brightly at them as she brought her hand back to her side, walking to the center of the stage.

"Okay, our first song tonight is one I think you all will know very well..." She teased the crowd, laughing as she heard them roar to life as the beginning of "Watermelon" began.

Meanwhile, Lyle was by himself for once. Erik had a tennis match that evening and couldn't come with him.

He looked around, feeling cocky as he knew the song was about him.

The feeling of someone's shoulder hitting his made him jump and look around.

A girl. Big golden hair, blue eyes, a mole on her cheek and the cutest smile he had ever seen.

"I'm sorry!" She yelled over the music, looking sympathetic.

Lyle gave her a small smile. "It's okay!" He yelled back. He turned his attention back to the girl on stage.

The girl looked Lyle up and down before getting closer and shouting "I'm Jamie!"

He turned his head away from Laurie again. "I'm Lyle!"

"What're you doing after this?!" Jamie shouted over the music.

"Going out!"

"Can I have your number?!"

And Lyle couldn't resist. He agreed.

And Laurie saw the whole interaction. She stumbled over her words as she sang, but kept her face happy and smiling.

She blinked away the tears that formed in her eyes, and continued on with her night.

The drive home was awkward. He knew what he had done. And Laurie was so stunned she couldn't speak.

Laurie unlocked the door to her apartment, and Lyle followed her inside. They separated, Laurie walking to her bedroom and Lyle walking to her bathroom.

She stared into her vanity mirror as she heard the squeak of the faucet before the gushing of water hit into the bathtub. Laurie blinked slowly at herself, before eventually moving to take her makeup off.

Lyle came up behind her as she smeared her eye makeup off her face. His arms circled her waist, and he rested them there as he leaned up behind her, his chest flushed with her back.

His chin sat on her shoulder. A pit formed in her stomach. She looked at him through the mirror.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did what I did tonight. I won't call her back. I won't even answer." Laurie looked at him.

"Promise?" She whispered. He looked at her out of the mirror. She looked at him, their faces being so close the tips of their noses touched.

"Cross my heart." She nodded, giving him a gentle kiss.

He pulled away. "I'm gonna go check the water, okay?" She nodded, giving him a tight smile before let her go.

The pit in Laurie's stomach remained. She felt as if he was lying to her. She ignored the feeling, and took her bath that night. He left the next morning after spending the night with her.

And Laurie was right. Not even two weeks later she caught him.

"I fucking knew it!" She yelled, pointing at him.

"Laurie—"

"No Lyle, I get to talk!" She yelled again. Lyle sighed deeply before letting her talk.

"You can't do this to me. After how much effort I've put into you—"

"We never made it official! We were friends, Laurie!"

Laurie's mouth dropped open. She laughed in disbelief.

"Friends? You had baths with me! You let me keep your shirt! I'm best-fucking-friends with your little brother! I wrote a song about you! You're only saying friends because you got fucking caught, Lyle." She yelled at him, angry tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm—"

"Get the fuck out." Laurie cut him off. Lyles jaw twinged.

"Laurie, stop being so fucking stubborn—"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." She seethed at him.

In defeat he walked towards the door. And Laurie followed him. 

When he turned to shut the door, she threw his pink polo shirt at him.

"Fuck you, Lyle Menendez." He caught it, and gave her an annoyed look. She took matters into her own hands, slamming the door in his face.

She took a moment, breathing heavy as she stared at the door. Finally, tears blurred her vision and soon poured down her face.

She very dramatically slid down her door, her hands covering her face as sobs racked her body.

She hated Lyle Menendez.

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