Just the Girl

Chapter eight: We hit the BASELINE low!

Chapter eight: We hit the BASELINE low!

“God, I’m seeing a stranger in my suite. Where’s the Lauren I came to know?” I taunted.

Eventually her smile faltered seeing the sky in its pitch black form again as her own bliss towards fireworks cease to exist. She turned back to me with both a mixture of a frown and a pout carved on her lips.

That hell turned me on. God! I want to bite that lip.

As her eyes were set on mine; her childish look shifted abruptly from a startled look, to a scowl and glaring one. I had to bite my lip to hold back some chuckles at how 50 shades fucked up she was.

“This is the Lauren you met from before until now, dumb arse! Nothing has ever changed” she pointed her thumb to herself with a mixture of confusion and glare on her face.

“Nope, I believe there’s a whole awful lot of Lauren in there! 18s? 21s? I don’t know 50 whole lot of shades of Lauren in there!” I replied hoping to pull her back towards the sun unfortunately she just lets herself drag back to the darkness of the moon.

“You’re now calling me 50 shades fucked up?” she said with a raised eyebrow. “Guess I’ll be able to live with that” she shrugged nonchalantly.

She’s coming back…. The Lauren that I saw earlier, a whole different Lauren who just seems so carefree and vivacious.

“Did a past guy, friend or even a relationship happen that made you who you are now? Because I believe there is a whole lot more to see than cold glares and scowls from a 50 shade Lauren, here”

Her shoulders immediately tensed but those suspicious eyes started to ease back to normal again, a gaze was set in a far corner of the room. She didn’t have any twitches of annoyance in her lips but their wasn’t any smile nor was either any expression, only a blank one that held I guess memories that made her zone out and static.

“There wasn’t neither anyone nor any relationship but a tragic event that was in the past. An event which set my whole point and purpose of existence crashing down” she paused with a hurt look in her face. She gazed immediately back at me but now the hurt that crept both in her expression and speech was now beneath a pile of dark and cold façade.

“Anyways, its not your business. I’m just a Pisanthrophobia slash philophobic coward. You can have the bed though, I’ll be sleeping on the couch, so good night and---“ I caught her arm immediately as she was saying this while rushing towards the door.

She looked really offended as she glanced at my direction but as atypical as always every expression was mixed with a guarded grimace.

She turned her body to directly face me, waiting on what I have to say though as much as it pains me to just run my fingers to her locks, I had to fight the urge to do so, knowing that by doing so, I may loose a very good opportunity on what I am about to propose.

“Look I’m sorry if I have offended you for some things. Its better off to keep it as confidential as possible but seriously---” I began running my fingers to my own hair just to fiddle the awkwardness away, her reaction was a quizzical one and as always, guarded with extreme glares and scowls.

“You need to learn how to move on because you can’t open a better future if you still hold on tight to your past” I paused looking for any signs she would give away but her facial expression was still, only to be added with a raised eyebrow.

I have to come up with an alternative, FAST, before she gets pissed off of me.

“I respect your own decisions on what you’re going to do with your past whether you took my side for a change or just tolerate it but please don’t ruin the spirit and life of this festivity just because some past gets in the way to some things that are taking place” I pleaded.