Roman Holiday

Normani

I'm not mad at Lauren, but it feels like I am. The tension in the air is so thick and hot. It's passive anger, where we both say we're fine but we're not.

But I can't stop thinking about how I'm not mad at her. I have no reason to be. It's just that moment was so...weirdly close. And romantic. There's no denying we both felt something. Or at least I did.

And, oh my God, the way she curled my hair in her finger. I think I just died and went to Heaven. She had this look in her face like longing. I don't know how to describe it. It was kind of hot.

It's nighttime, and school starts tomorrow. And of course I can't stop thinking about Lauren. I can't believe I'm letting her drive me up a wall. I can't believe she showed up to wreck the last three weeks of summer. If she had come earlier, I would have accepted her with open arms. That would have made my summer more interesting. But now I can't decide what to wear because I really want to wow her and I want her to look twice at me. I have a dark purple sweater that I pair with leather shorts. I'm thinking too hard about this. Laying face up on my bed, I pray for God to take me. Will I look good enough tomorrow? Yes. I will. And Lauren will fall in love with me. I stuff a pillow in my face. I'm too dorky for my own good.