I Need You Now (Lauren / You)

Chapter 7

Your POV

Truth. I hate that word. I hate anything related to that word. Since we were kids, we were told to always tell the truth. Yet, we didn't. We didn't always tell the truth - because we were scared.

We were scared of the consequences, our punishment. Because the truth is fucking scary. 

Everyone is a liar. They lie about how they feel, how you look and what they do. People lie about the little things, like, who stole the last cookie? Or, who drank all the milk?

Then, we have the good kind of liars, the ones who lie to protect you. Ha, absolutely bullshit.

Okay, yes, I did lie to Lauren. But I didn't want her looking at me in pity because my mother was sick.

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I walk down, scratching my head and yawning. I walk into the kitchen, then opening the cabinets.

I grab my coffee mug, but then noticing something. I walk backwards to the cabinet where my alcohol usually is.

"Bea!" I shout. "What the fuck!?"

"I got rid of it." Bea states, walking into the kitchen.

"I see that," I say. "Why?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"For the fifth hundredth time, to help you." She mumbles.

"And for the fifth hundredth time, I hate you."

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"At least I still got you, little ol' buddy," I sigh, looking at the cigarette, then putting it in my mouth. "I won't let that evil woman take you guys away."

"God, you are, in fact a loner." Bea says, coming outside and standing next to me. "Talking to cigarettes now, and hey! I'm not evil!"

"Uh-huh, sure, whatever you say." Bea glares at me before snatching one, then lighting one.

"I smoke too, dipshit."

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"Hey Dinah." I smile at her, giving her a side hug.

"Get your ass over here." She says, giving me a giant hug.

I chuckle, "Alright, alright." She lets me go; the both of us sitting down. "How've you been, Dinah?"

"I've been great, you?"

I stare at my drink, "I've been okay."

"Don't bullshit me, Y/N. What's wrong?"

"Bea got rid of my alcohol, Lauren and Brad are back in my life and my mom died." I shrug. "I'm fine."

"Stop lying, you're not fine. You obviously still love Lauren." Dinah says, starring me down.

My eyes scan around the familiar walls of the café, softly sighing. They land on a couple - Lauren and Brad.

"God damn it," I groan, throwing my head back. "There's no escape, is there?"

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"I'm going out!" I announce, grabbing my jacket. Before I exit the apartment, Bea appears in front of me.

"No drinking."

"Okay."

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I chug down my second bottle of beer, "Oh how I miss drinking!"

"It's only been a day." Demi chuckles.

"A day to long!" I exclaim.

"Bea's going to kill you."

"No. She loves me. She said it herself."

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"You lied."

"I did."

"You lied." Bea repeats.

"I know."

"You drank."

"I know, but did I get drunk? Nope!" I say, popping the p. "You said you were going to help me stop getting drunk - I didn't get drunk."

"You're unbelievable."

"No," I shake my head. "I just know how to manipulate the system."

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I sit on the edge of the roof, my feet dangling in the air. My heart is pounding, due to how high I'm up.

That's another reason why I love heights. They make me feel alive.

"Hey." I look over to see Lauren.

"Oh, hey Lauren, what're you doing up here?" I ask, patting the spot next to me.

She takes the spot, "I could ask you the same thing, but I'm drawing."

"You draw?"

"Yeah."

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Lauren is the best drawer I know. She can draw anything. She could draw a chair, and there would be tons of emotions in that chair. I don't know how she does it, but she does.

"What happened to your dad? I realized I don't know about him." Demi asks.

I look up at her, "That's a story for another day, Demi."