Unscripted (Lauren/You)

XII

A/N   I'm so sorry fam

I woke up to my alarm blaring some Bon Jovi throughout my apartment. I didn't want to get up, but considering I have a tour to get to, there was no other choice. Groggily, I made my way out of bed and into my bathroom to take a quick shower. My phone cut off after fifteen minutes, and that's when I finished my shower and climbed out into a steam-filled bathroom.

Stepping in front of the sink, I grabbed my toothbrush and put some paste on it. After brushing for a couple of seconds, I looked up and saw that my mirror was fogged up, so I wiped it with my free hand out of habit. Seeing my reflection, I automatically stopped brushing my teeth and observed the blemish on my face.

The longer I looked at the purple streak, the angrier I got, so I turned away from the mirror and finished brushing my teeth. I stepped out of the bathroom and into my room, seeing a packed duffel bag and a small carry-on bag laying next to my dresser. Don't ask me how, but I was able to pack up last night before I went to bed. I vaguely remember doing it, but I know I'm set to go on tour.

Searching through the remaining clothes in my dresser, I found a pair of camo-colored jean shorts, a large beach-themed tank top, one of my favorite snapbacks, and my favorite studded combat boots. I was about to leave, but I remembered that I have to cover up my eye, so I grabbed a pair of sunglasses off the top of my dresser then went to leave. Slinging both bag straps onto my shoulder, I made sure I locked my apartment up all the way, then descended the stairs.

I was lucky enough to flag a cab down not long after I stepped outside, allowing me to get to Camila's place a few minutes before ten. I paid the cab driver, then grabbed my bags and walked up to Camila's apartment. I kept my sunglasses on, even when I was inside, because I wanted to hide my black eye for as long as possible.

"Y/NN!" Camila squealed as she opened her door, then jumped on me and gave me a hug.

"Good morning to you, too," I chuckled while setting her down.

"I'm so excited for this tour," she smiled widely, bouncing in her spot.

"I am, too," I enthused; well, as much as I could in the morning.

"It's going to be so much fun now that you're on it," Camila chuckled quietly, but I still heard her.

"And it wouldn't have been without me?" I raised an eyebrow in question, causing the Latina to look at me.

"It still would've been fun," she said perplexed. "But I just need a break from the girls every now and then," she shrugged. Camila didn't give me much time to respond, and instead grabbed her suitcases and headed towards the door, "C'mon, let's go!" She fumbled with her overstuffed bags on the way out, dropping one when she tried to fit them through the door frame. "Shoot," she mumbled to herself, awkwardly bending down to pick it up. I watched in amusement as she struggled, standing back and letting her deal on her own. Finally through the door with both of her bags, she turned back and gave me a sarcastic smile, "Thanks for the help, pal."

"Anytime," I responded, waving it off, then followed her out with no problem.

As I closed the door behind me, I heard Camila huff, "You suck."

I chuckled, then shot back, "And you swallow."

"Oh my God, every single time!" she whined, causing me to laugh some more. "You need to stop that! It's not okay!"

"Then stop telling me I suck," I countered with an amused smile.

Camila groaned, "I hate you."

"Love you, too, bub," I said, opening the door to the outside for her this time.