All Roads Lead Here (Laurinah)

Chapter Seven

It's been an hour of Dinah just roaming around in Lauren's room, picking up books from Lauren's shelves, or looking at photo albums and gleefully commenting on her pictures, or scanning through her paintings, but eventually she had looked through everything and at everything and is now lying down comfortably on the Latina's bed like a sloth while Lauren attempts to finish her painting without getting distracted by Dinah every ten seconds.

Lauren glares at her painting with a new kind of concentration, challenging herself to not glimpse (for the nth time) at the girl on her bed, whose blonde locks are creating a halo around her neck and head.

She looks so cuddly.

Lauren groans inaudibly after catching herself staring at the girl again. She curses under her breath – see this is Lauren's weakness... beautiful things and beautiful people. And there's one in her bed right now, looking so goddamn inviting that Lauren might give in and just crawl like a rabbit and cuddle beside Dinah.

There's a small sound, a clicking then a flash of light, from her side that makes Lauren's head turn to the girl abruptly. Dinah's snickering at her triumphant candid photo of Lauren as she clasps the Polaroid in her hands.

"I'm going to kill you if that looks ugly," Lauren says.

Dinah waves the printed photo, waiting for the image to appear. "I found your Polaroid."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Lauren rolls her eyes and makes her way to Dinah. She takes the Polaroid from tan hands and sees that there are a few more films left.

She points the camera at an unknowing Dinah, who's still engrossed with the picture in her hands.

"Hey Dinah," Lauren calls softly and clicks the shutter the moment Dinah turns to her; the flash goes off on Dinah's mildly taken aback face. "Gotcha," she smirks.

Dinah scoffs, playfully glaring at her. "Can't believe I fell for that. I'm gonna look horrible in that one, while you, look at you," she shows Lauren the photo, "You look like a 90's model. If I post this on the gram or on tumblr, you're probably gonna go viral."

Lauren laughs heartily but she admits that really does look vintage on the photo. It shows off her side profile, while her dark hair is swept messily to one side, her right hand frozen in mid-air holding a paint brush... Something about the lighting of the whole picture gave off a candid painter vibe.

"Wow, that's a good shot," Lauren nods approvingly. She glimpses at the other printed photo on her hand and grins as she sees Dinah's mildly shocked face looking back at her, her blonde hair falling gorgeously around her head, while her brown eyes wide eyed and adorably looked at the camera, her lips falling open slightly in surprise.

"I'm hella cute," Dinah says from beside her, looking at the picture with a satisfied grin. "Why did I even doubt myself? I can never look bad in a picture."

Lauren rolls her eyes, amused. She clutches Dinah's picture to her chest.

"Can I keep this?"

Dinah smirks. "Why? Need something to help you sleep at night?"

"You wish," she chuckles. "Just for future reference."

"You gonna paint me or something?" Dinah pretends to think, pursing her lips and looking to the side. "I'll let you keep it, if I get to keep this one." She waves the picture of Lauren.

"Deal." Lauren pins the picture of Dinah on the frame of her mirror then resumes her position in front of the canvass. "You never know, with all the time on my hands, I might actually paint your face." She winks at Dinah.