don't → zauren

Chapter Six ;

AN: Ima try first person point of view woah tell me whatcha think bout it

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Dinah Jane Hansen

My eyelids shot open at the noise of hushed sobs. I furrowed my eyebrows at the strange sound; it didn't reach my ears as a feminine cry. It appeared like a boy trying to hide his sobbing and be a man. I rolled my eyes at the thought, annoyed yet agitated at why he might be bawling his eyes out.

I moved my arm, forgetting that Lauren was nestling it. I mumbled a curse and laid on her bed lifelessly, unable to travel from one place to another. My brown eyes found her face with a small smile dancing upon my lips; she was a huge fan of affection.

Lauren was a random cuddler; no matter where we are, I'll feel pale arms slink around my waist from behind and her head place itself on the crook of my neck. She caused a warmth to flood through your veins, and even though she wasn't the happiest person herself, she loved to be the cause of the upward curve an individual's lips form when amused.

Although my thoughts casually flickering to Lauren was grand, I have yet to figure out a plan on how to get up and search for the emotional boy without waking sleeping beauty.

Honestly, why did she have to spoon my arm?

I slowly slipped my arm out of her grasp and she let out an irritated grunt. I let out a sigh as she seemed to give up on spooning my arm and turned her body around to face the wall.

"It's a Hansen thing. You go, Dinah!" I silently celebrated my victory as I brought myself up, then dragged my feet across the room. I rubbed my eyes and shook my body to rid of the tiredness as I walked around Lauren's apartment.

I saw a broomstick sticking out of the cleaning supplies closet by the bathroom and grabbed it for safety. That's what people do in movies, right? Better safe than sorry.

When I reached the door, I noted that the noise appeared to be coming from a shorter distance than what I originally assumed it was. I placed my hand on the door knob, bracing myself for the worst.

You brought this onto yourself, Dinah.

Shut up.

I turned the knob and pushed the door outward, my grip on the broomstick tightening as I raised it up. My mouth fell agape when my eyes landed on the boy.

"Luke!" I exclaimed in a tone too loud to be considered a whisper as I hit him in the head with the broomstick in instinct.

"Dinah!" His eyes widened at the sight of me and his hand found his head, stroking it.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I gestured for him to move aside. He scooted his butt and I stepped out of Lauren's apartment. I looked down at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I-um..." He stuttered as my gaze on him intensified. How was he unable to explain his presence? "I made a big mistake."

When he spotted my raised eyebrow, his shoulders faltered as he began to exhaust about what he had done to our little Princess Lo. My anger grew more and more as plenty of sentences flew out of his mouth, and I just about hit him with the broomstick again. He told me about what had caused the havoc in their relationship overnight last and I understood why; I wanted to kill him.