Unlike You

Nineteen

A/N:

So..... about last chapter.....

I don't really write sex scenes because my parents are most likely going to read this and... yeah. Sorry if I disappointed anyone.

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"So tell me," I start, "you just happened to have a condom in your pocket? Were you planning on getting laid?" I ask. Lawrence sighs loudly, making me laugh. I nuzzle my face into his side and smile.

"Not really. I was just planning on walking around the party, asking if anyone wanted to get with a criminal," he states. I punch him in the stomach and laugh when it hurts him. "Violent much?"

What happened last night was... different. Being so close to Lawrence - both physically and emotionally - was an amazing feeling. I never thought, in my eighteen years of life, that I would find someone like Lawrence. He has never judged me for being me. He doesn't want me to change and vise versa.

"What does your name mean, anyway?" Lawrence asks suddenly.

"Odd question," I point out. "It means, 'the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way."

"Wow, someone's done their research."

"Yeah, somethin' like that. Thank Google for that one."

"Will do."

"It's an ironic name considering the circumstances." We sit in silence for a while, our legs tangled together, Lawrence's gentle fingers skimming through my blonde hair. Our silence isn't awkward, it's the kind of silence you could sit in for hours and never get bored of it. The silence that is music to your ears.

"My head hurts," I state suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Lawrence questions frantically. He starts to look at my eyes, seeing if I'm hurt in anyway. I push on his chest lightly and smile.

"I'm okay. It's just the alcohol. Hangover," I inform him, rubbing at my forehead.

"Come on, let's get out of here." I nod. I sit up, holding the covers to my body. I pick up my bra and underwear and slip them on beneath the sheets. Once those are on, I'm comfortable enough to let the blankets off. I shiver at the sudden loss of warmth and begin to pull my jeans back on again. Lawrence shuffles a bit; I assume he's trying to put his clothes back on as well.

Once we are both fully dressed and looking somewhat presentable, we leave the room. We step quietly down the grand staircase, careful not to step on any of the passed out bodies on the ground. I notice Ryan on the couch, passed out with a cup in his hand. I frown and continue towards the door with Lawrence close behind.

The cool air slaps me in the face and a shiver runs through me. I don't know why this spring has been so cold, but it's frustrating. Lawrence guides me to his bike which is down the street a bit. I grimace at the thought of riding the bike in this weather, but it's our only form of transportation. Lawrence hands me the helmet I always use which I slip onto my head. Lawrence does the same, then hopping on the bike with me getting on afterwards. We begin to drive down the road all the way to town. Soon enough, we end up parked in front of a small coffee shop.

As I climb down from the bike - my eyes squinted from the bright sun mixed with my hangover - and look curiously at the coffee shop. My eyes fall back to Lawrence who is smiling like a mad man.

"How is this supposed to help with my hangover?" I ask.

"You'll see," Lawrence replies, grabbing my hand in his and leading me into the small building. The inside looks so comfy. From the door, you walk into a small sitting area, decorated by light brown couches, a small glass coffee table, and a beautiful black rug resting on top of the hard wood floor. A small wall separates the sitting area with the ordering counter.

Lawrence leads me to the counter where a girl - maybe a couple years younger than us - is standing and smiling at both Lawrence and I. She has long brown hair and pale blue eyes and smooth white skin. Her straight teeth are as white as snow, and I slap myself mentally for being jealous of her.

"Hey, Lawrence," she greets.

"Hey, Mandie," he replies nicely. "Mandie, meet Serendipity." Mandie's eyes move to my face and her smile grows wider; if that's even possible.

"Oh my gosh, Lawrence! You told me she was beautiful, but you didn't tell me how beautiful!" she exclaims, reaching over the counter to slap Lawrence.

"Mandie's my cousin," Lawrence clarifies when he sees my confused expression. I nod letting him know I got it and turn to face Mandie again.

"Is this your place?" I ask. I know it's a dumb question. She can't be older than sixteen, but clarification is needed.

"Mine? Gosh, no. I wish. It's his mom's," she answers, gesturing to Lawrence. That fact alone has me silent. I don't look at Lawrence who I can feel staring at me. Why would he take me here? To his mom's cafe? I feel honored, but I don't deserve this.

"What would you guys like?" Mandie asks.

"Uh, a hot chocolate for the both of us? Is that okay with you?" Lawrence questions. I nod and pick at my fingernails. Lawrence wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my temple. I smile and bite on my lower lip, loving the feeling it gives me.

"Comin' right up!" Lawrence leads me towards the sitting area where an elderly couple is sitting with their mugs in their hands. The elderly lady is much smaller under the mans comforting arm. The lady snuggles into the man's side, holding her warm mug between her palms. The man smiles lovingly at the woman next to him which makes my heart melt. It's the cutest sight I've ever seen. Lawrence and I sit down across from them on the opposite couch.

"So, this is your mom's place? I thought she passed away?"

"She did. She was a third grade teacher, then a few years before she... died, she made this place. Spent our entire life savings on it. When she passed, it was put in her will that the business would be passed down to me, but my aunt, Mandie's mom, is the manager." I gape at him. He's not even out of high school and he already owns a business? He must be one lucky kid, but doesn't he live with Sam? If he makes money off of this business, why would he live with a cold blooded killer? I decide against asking, so I drop the thought from my head.

"Hey, I have another question."

"Yes?"

"What are we gonna do about the whole Sam not in jail situation?" I ask in a whisper so no on else can hear us.

"We, can talk about that later," Lawrence responds. I sigh with a small nod, and turn to lay my head on his lap. My feet dangle off the arm rest, carelessly swinging back and forth.

After a good five minutes of comfortable silence and Lawrence playing with my hair, Mandie comes around the side of the wall with two mugs in her hands. She carefully places them on the glass table and smiles. I go to reach into my pocket for my wallet, but Lawrence stops me with his hand.

"You are not paying for that," he states.

"No, I am," I retort. He gives me a warning look and I know that I'm not winning this fight. I slump back into the sofa and glare at Lawrence who just laughs along with Mandie. I throw her a playful glare as well, and she puts her hands up in surrender before walking away to the counter.

"I hate you," I grumble, taking the mug between my lips.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he whispers back in my ear.