Or Is It Real?

Chapter 40: Lips

Lauren's PoV

"Hey, mama."

Looking up, with my mouth glued to the champagne bottle I've nicked at the party, I saw Lucy grinning at me, apparently amused at the fact that she has disturbed my brooding. She pointed to a spot next to me, and I patted the ground to let her know she can sit beside me.

I don't know why all of a sudden I'm thinking this right now but I thought she looked kind of ethereal, the way the sunlight hits her face, casting shadows in some parts and making her eyes sparkle even more, the gentle breeze making her hair fly across her face, and maybe I'm simply drunk because I've already drank more than I should and food hasn't even been served yet.

"The hell are you doing here hiding away from all the fun?" She said, resting her back on the tree trunk where I was currently chilling and tucking the stray hair behind her ear.

"You know I hate weddings, Lucy."

She scoffed loudly. I was actually offended, because damn it I was simply enjoying a bit of solitude as my soul becomes one with nature, and here she was, painting me like I was some moody ass petty child who's been influenced by some antisocial psychopath. "You don't hate weddings, babe. You just don't like it now coz Erik and Mia have been smoochy the whole time and you miss mackin' with Camila."

"You know what I really miss? Smackin' your big ugly head with my chancla." I glared at her.

She grabbed the champagne bottle I was holding, already used to my kind of comebacks, and took a swig from it. She wiped the liquid that dribbled down her chin with the back of her hand before flipping her hair. I saw a stray droplet trickle down her neck and memories of all our youthful drunken nights, taking body shots off of one another infiltrated my mind, and I shook my head to clear those random thoughts. Damn, this champagne is top class, I gotta say.

"Bitch, we both know you love me."

"I fucking hate you." Pushing her slightly on the shoulder, she mock-glared at me and pushed me back.

"You'll be singing a different tune once you find out what I have hidden in my phone." She said cockily.

Unless it's a freakin' sexy video of Camila, or a button where I could time-travel my ass to the past so I could rewrite some shit that has happened in my life, I doubt there's anything in her phone that'll interest me. I shrugged nonchalantly, waiting for her to show me, because knowing Lucy, she'll gonna show me anyway, whether I like it or not.

"Just show me."

"I don't even know why I'm being nice to you, when you literally left me, your date, alone at your cousin's wedding party."

I rolled my eyes at her melodrama. "Bitch, you were busy chatting with Chris and Taylor! What the fuck are you even talking about? If someone's gonna complain of being abandoned and feeling out of place, it should be me!" I whined.

Her laugh sounded like tinkling crystal on a quiet afternoon. "Fair point."

"Now show me." I demanded.

Smiling like The Joker about to wreak some havoc, she made a show of turning over her phone, and pushing her phone case upward, I saw the back case lift upwards, revealing a secret compartment, and inside it were a couple of nicely-rolled joints.