LaurenJauregui1 (Lauren/You oneshot)

pt. 2

A WEEK LATER

You internally squeal in excitement as soon as you hear your friends yelling for you to hurry up from the outside of your house. You grab your guitar and dash downstairs, ultimately deciding to put your sneakers on in the car.

Tonight was your group of friend's annual bonfire, and the list of events would always be this: find a secluded area, get stoned as fuck (which is way better than busting up your liver with alcohol which pretty much tastes like satan's asshole), vibe to some music and eat all the food your stomachs could ever possibly handle.

Your friends greet you once you hop in, Sam seated on the passenger seat and her boyfriend Ezra driving.

"Where are Alex and Michael?" You ask, noticing the absence of your two loudmouth friends who you love very much.

"They went to meet their weed guy, they'll follow." Your best friend replies, rapidly typing something onto her phone. Probably some Twitter rant.

The three of you spend most of the car ride in a comfortable silence, hearing familiar songs on the radio from time-to-time with you and Sam obnoxiously singing over them with no shame at all, while Ezra looks at the both of you like you had just been released from a mental institute.

As soon as the three of you reach your destination, you all get out of the car and scramble to get everything set up. Since Alex and Michael came earlier than you, they stayed by the hood of their car rolling blunts like their lives depended on it, as Sam and Ezra went to find some firewood to get the bonfire going.

"they're totally gonna fuck," you think, chuckling to yourself. You decide to strum a few chords on your guitar to set the mood.

"Yo, Y/N, heads up." Alex calls you, tossing you a joint to your direction. You catch the joint with ease and place the filtered end on your lips.

"Yo Mike, hand me a lighter!" You exclaim.

"It's gonna be a long night,"

An half an hour has passed, and holy shit you've never been so stoned in your entire life. Your friends could probably say the same.

"Dude, I'm telling you, the earth is flat." Michael insists with a decent amount of conviction, while you and Sam laugh your asses off.

Michael pouts at the both of you, "What? Jaden Smith says so!" You and your best friend are both convinced that you'll wet yourselves. This is literally so funny.

"Because clearly Jaden Smith's tweets are a reliable source for facts," you chuckle out, wiping your eyes.

"Never knew I was friends with Magellan," Alex slurs, cackling to himself like he just had made the sickest burn, with his eyes as bloodshot as ever. And with that, you and Sam are 100 percent gone.

"...You mean Christopher Columbus?" Ezra tries correcting him, but utterly failing after noticing Alex has suddenly taken an interest in the fabric his shirt is made of, ignoring him completely. Ezra huffs and goes back to playing with Sam's hand.

You notice Ezra's frustration and hold out the third joint that's been passed around the five of you. "C'mon Mr. Dragbob Soberpants, a couple hits wouldn't kill ya." You offer, sporting a cheesy grin and watery bloodshot eyes. You wiggle your eyebrows for emphasis.

Ezra hesitantly takes the joint and takes long a drag, a few words of encouragement going around from the latter of your group. As he exhales the smoke, he has the biggest smile on his face.

"I don't even know why you thought stopping was a good idea," you chuckle.

Ezra shrugs and sighs in content. "I love weed." You all hum in agreement and go on having your friendly banter.

An hour later, the four of you decide to wrap things up and head home. Luckily, Ezra wasn't too stoned he drives you and Sam back to both your houses, safe and sound.

You practically drag your feet upstairs to your room once you get home, mumbling out a faint "I'm here," greeting your parents and siblings on the way up. You all smoke weed together, so they don't mind that you're stoned.

You get to your room and you stand in the middle of it, completely still. You let out a guttural groan and walk to your bathroom, taking all your clothes off with your phone in your hand. You check yourself out in the mirror, smirking.

'I look hot as fuck right now,' You think, lazily unlocking your phone and getting on iMessage. You think of texting your handful of sext-buddies, but you realize it might be too late. You check the top of your screen; 2:43 am. You let out a groan once more, 'I'm literally so hot right now and nobody's around to see me,' you pout and cross your arms.

You remember your conversation with Sam last week, and you think 'fuck it, she wouldn't open anything. She hates 80% of the fandom anyway.'

You open up snapchat, giggling as you take pictures of your body at a bunch of different angles, sending all of them to Lauren and a few to Sam without a second thought. After about 10 pictures you plop yourself onto your bed, not even bothering to put clothes on or covering your body with a blanket. Your dry eyes eventually drift to sleep, not thinking much of anything that just happened.

A/N

I think we all know what'll happen next in the 3rd chapter. y i k e s.

Tori