Separately Single

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Lauren is worn out, heavy eyes lost in bed sheets when she's met with the sight of her girlfriend watching TV. Lauren has never found sleep to be easy ever since the day the model had begun began occupying the other side of the bed.

She's become accustomed to Keana- having to fall asleep next to her and wake up next to her. She's become accustomed to sharing the blankets, even if it means she only gets one-fourth of the bed space. She's become accustomed to waking up in the middle of the night because, God, Keana can snore. Lauren has become accustomed to the city lights, the way they keep her company when no one else can.

She reaches out her arm to drape it around Keana's waist, only to have it swatted away in return.

Lauren's not accustomed to that.

The singer lifted her head up from her pillow, eyebrows furrowing together in a mix of mild confusion and disorientation. "Good morning to you too."

Keana didn't respond. Instead, she picked up the tv remote placed in between them, the one acting like a humble barrier, turning up the volume on the plasma screen tv hanging from the wall.

Lauren sat up, perched on her elbows to figure out why her girlfriend had gone mute.

It was a rerun of last night's events, all of which Lauren had tried to drown out with a bottle of Rosé. Lauren was accepting her award, bearing the smile that the cameras loved so much.

"That was a nice speech, Lauren," Keana responds bitterly.

"Thanks," Lauren replies, but she instantly becomes aware of the other girl's irritation.

"Oh, so now you want to thank me?"

At first, Lauren's a little upset. She thought her speech was pretty decent. Then she's reminded that it's not always about her. Right now it's Keana's turn to talk and Lauren is supposed to comply to her girlfriend's needs.

"Honestly, Keana, it's like seven in the morning. Can you be mad at me later?" The green eyed girl asked quietly, looking up to catch Keana's frigid glare. If looks could kill, she'd be six feet deep by now. "Fine, what did I do this time?"

"It's what you didn't do."

Lauren sighed. Of course she fucked up. She fucked up, and she can't even remember how she fucked up or how badly she fucked up. But she knows that she and Keana rarely ever get into fights, but on the occasions that they did; it was usually her fault. And it's her responsibility to save her own ass.

It's still early in the day and Lauren hasn't had her coffee yet. She doesn't have the energy to respond, let alone think. She's never been a morning person, and the way Keana's throwing death stares at her doesn't make it any easier.

Keana is the rerun of Lauren's favorite TV show.

At some point Lauren liked her, genuinely liked Keana. She's always there when Lauren's bored and has time to waste. But after watching the same scene play out the way it always does, Lauren thinks she should find a new show to watch.

"Oh shit. It's because I forgot to mention you in my speech, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically. She was pretty sure already knew the answer.

"I don't know, Lauren. You tell me," Keana said, standing up off the bed.

She desperately wants to go back to sleep. She knows that's not happening anytime soon.
Lauren, mustering up whatever strength she had, barely managed to pull herself away from silk sheets. She followed the other girl into the loft. Keana was already sitting on the armchair, overlooking Los Angeles' morning traffic from their hotel room.