Wrong Thing To The Right Girl (Lauren / You)

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I walked into the police station spotting Lauren right when I walk in. She stood up and walked over to me.

"You look nice," she commented. "Are you ready?" I looked down at what I was wearing, black jeans, a red and black flannel, and timberlands.

"Thanks, and no - not really. I'm nervous. What if he doesn't like me?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"He'll like you, know how I know?" I shook my head. "Because I like you. Now come on, you got this."

"Okay - let's go." Lauren gave me a reassuring smile as we stood in front of his office.

Lauren pecked me on the cheek before I walked in, and that one kiss on the cheek gave me a whole new wave of confidence.

Mr. Jauregui sat at his desk, and this reminded me of the day I first entered his office, with Lauren already sitting. I shook my head, sitting down across from him.

"Y/N."

"Mr. Jauregui," I began. "Can I ask you something? Why don't you like me?"

He sighed and leaned forward, "I do like you, Y/N. Just not with my daughter, does that make sense?"

I shrugged, "I guess. I don't know. I'm trying to get it through my mind, but I can't. But let me tell you something, Mr. Jauregui, if you can trust Bradley Simpson, then you can trust me even more. I'd do nothing to hurt Lauren, I would never leave Lauren."

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes studying me, reading me. I leaned back in the chair, letting him. I have nothing to hide, I'm an open book.

"If I'm being honest here, I'm glad her first time was with you instead of with some boy," he said. "And you're right, you're a great girl. I do trust you with Lauren. I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you."

I couldn't help the wide smile that spread over my face, "Thank you, Mr. Jauregui!"

"Please, call me Mike," he laughed a bit. "And heads up, I do know about Lauren's trespassing. She thinks I don't know."

"Parents know everything, Mike, even if they act like they don't." I told him, standing up. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you or your daughter down."

He stood up and walked over to me, "I know you won't." He opened the door for me, "Now go tell her the news."

I smiled at him, exiting the office and walking over to Lauren.

She stood up, "Well?"

"Well?" I grinned. "Lauren Jauregui, will you be my girlfriend?"

Lauren gasped and grinned, "Yes. Hell yes."

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"How was your date with Dinah?" I asked Camila. Like always, we were in the cafe in our usual booth.

At the mention of Dinah, Camila smiled, "It was great. She took me to the festival downtown, and we played games, rode some rides, then went to dinner and walked around on the beach."

"Sounds fun." I commented, and Camila nodded.

"It was," she said. "How was your date with Mike Jauregui?"

"Well, I have a girlfriend now," I smiled a bit. "Her name is Lauren."

"No way! Does that mean he approves?" Camila asked.

"Yeah," I laughed. "It does. I'm really happy, Mila."

"Good, you deserve be happy."

"I am." I quietly muttered, a smile on my face. Hands covered my eyes, and I smelt coconut, giving it away. "Lauren?"

I heard a giggle from behind me, her hands moving from my eyes. Lauren slid into the booth next to me.

"Hi Y/N and Mila." Lauren greeted us.

"Hey Laur," Camila said, then looked at the door. "Oh, Dinah is here. I'll see you guys later?"

I nodded, "Bye." I watched her walk over to Dinah, my eyes then going to Lauren. "Hi."

"Hey." she grinned at me, and I grabbed her hand, interlacing our fingers.

"What'd you do today?" I asked, mindlessly playing with the ring on her finger.

"Nothing much, just helped my Mom around the house," she told me. "But my parents want you to come to dinner."

"When?" I inquired.

"Tomorrow at six," Lauren said. "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I - well, I want to," I said. "Even though I already met both of them."

"Yes, but this time they'll be my parents, and not the principal and sherif." Lauren laughed, as did I.

I stared at Lauren, smiling. I was happy, I really was. Lauren made me happy. With her smile and the way her eyes sparkle whenever she talks about something she enjoys. Or when the wind blows through her hair and she brings her hand to run it through her hair.

She was beautiful. Lauren was beautiful. My girlfriend was beautiful.

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short but hi.

not edited.

-Gracie