What You Need (Lauren/You)

Chpt. 11:

Lauren POV

"Lauren. . . Wake up." I felt Y/N shaking my shoulders lightly.

I don't know what time it is. All I know is that it's way too early for her to be waking me up.

I groaned and rolled over to face her.

"What time is it?" I questioned. My voice was judged and tired, as expected.

"My guess is as good as yours." She said.

"Why did you wake me?" I finally opened my eyes to look at her.

She ignores my question and stands up. I swear, if she woke me up for no reason. . . She walked around the room once before returning to bed.

"I wanted to talk to you." She said seriously.

I gave her a 'what the fuck' look. She couldn't have waited to talk? Was it really necessary for her to wake me up at this ungodly hour.

I huffed before turning my back to her and closing my eyes.

"Lauren, it's important." She whined.

"It couldn't wait?" I snapped.

"No, during the day, he can hear everything we talk about and see everything we do. Now that it's night, we can have a little privacy to talk." She explained.

"What makes you think he isn't watching right now?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

She shrugged, "He's got to sleep sometime."

"Okay fine." I gave in. "What did you want to talk about?"

It took her a minute to find the right words for what she wanted to say, but when she did, I still didn't fully understand what she was trying to say.

"I have a plan." Was all she said.

I was starting to get annoyed. It was the early hours of morning, I had very little patience at the moment.

"A plan for what?" I asked shortly.

"A plan to get us out!" She was excited.

This got my attention. At this point, I'd do anything to get the hell out of here.

"How?" I inquired. I sat up, giving her my full attention.

"Well, it's not thought out very far, but it's all I got." She began. "Tomorrow night, I'll climb up the chute since that seemed to be the only way out. . . And then we'll go from there."

That was the worst fucking plan ever. For starters, it wasn't even a plan. It was an idea, an idea that was most likely going to get one of us killed. I wasn't even included in this so called 'plan', she expects me to wait down here.

"Y/N, I mean this in the nicest way possible, that's the worst plan I've ever heard."

"Well, it's all I could think of. I'll figure out the details later." She shrugged. She started playing with her fingers nervously.

"Where do I fit in with this whole plan?" I asked.

"That's the part I haven't figured out yet."

Camila POV

Dinah and I were walking to the Jauregui household. This became a routine for us. Before school, we'd check in with Mike and Clara to see if they found anything out about Lauren.

"Dinah?" I looked up at her but kept walking.

"Hmm?" She hummed in response.

"Nothing." I looked down at my feet.

It's been like this after about a week after Lauren went missing. We've all been pretty distant with each other. It was killing me, every time I tried starting a conversation with one of the girls, it'd get quiet awfully fast.

"Dinah?" I repeated.

I got the same response. A simple hum.

"Do you think we'll ever find Lauren?"

She sighed deeply, "I don't know, Mila. I want to say yes, but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

My hopes were already higher than a kite.

It was silent after that. We kept walking until we final got to the Jauregui house.
We used to just walk in, but that didn't happen anymore so Dinah knocked softly.

Clara, Lauren's mom, opened up the door not a moment later. She gave us the same sad, sympathetic smile as she did every other day of the week. We knew what that meant so we returned it.

"I'm sorry girls, we still haven't found any new information."

We talked at the door for a few minutes, the usual how we've been and such. Clara invited us in for breakfast which we kindly declined saying we had to get to school.