Lauren Jauregui Imagines (Lauren/You)

Letter to you

Lauren POV        

"Haha, have fun!" my best friend, Dinah laughed at me. 

I groaned in mock annoyance, "Whatever, Dinah. I need to go." 

She stuck out her tongue at me and then left, and I was left alone to wander the library. I needed resources for my American history report, and of course, I procrastinated in doing so. So now, I need some "book resources" that I will "definitely use" in my report. Ha, what a joke. 

"Sorry, excuse me," someone said and rushed passed me. I could only sense the faded smell of strawberries and vanilla on her. It was such a great scent. 

Hm, I don't think I've ever seen her before. Interesting. I shrugged the thought of her and proceeded to look for American history books. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found a few. I took the books and went to a table. Setting my stuff down, I took a seat and started to research. 

As I was finishing up my research, I saw this little lump in the book. I curiously flipped to that page and saw a piece of folded paper. I unfolded the piece of paper. 

Dear to the person who receives this,

The person reading this may not even know me. For all I know, this letter could be read tomorrow or in 10 years! I may not even attend this school when this is read, but I thought: "Why not?" I mean who even uses the school library, much less the American history section.

But, to be completely frank, I don't know why I'm writing this. The most plausible reason would be to vent my emotions out. I just don't know what to feel. In a way, I just want to die. The feeling of not having any more responsibilities- to be truly free from everything. It's such a relieving thing to think about, but then you remember everything else. You think of the people you leave behind. You think about the happy memories you've created on this planet.

Yes; killing myself would be such an easy thing to do. I'd just overdose and BAM! I'm dead; I'm gone. It's too easy. Just like that- like I never existed. So many people have roamed this planet, but not everyone leaves their mark, and that's why I want to stay alive. I want to leave my mark on this earth.

I want to travel. I want to go backpacking through Europe with myself or maybe some close friends. Who am I kidding, I don't have anyone worth taking backpacking with me. I want to go to Australia and go snorkeling. I want to go to all the different continents. I want to try new things. I want to try new food. I want to live life to the fullest because we all know that one day we will die.

I want to find the love of my life. I want to kiss her. I want to go to Paris with her. I want to hold her in my arms. I just want her- all of her. I don't even know her yet, but I do know that I would want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to travel with her. My true companion- someone who will love and support me unconditionally.

Well, I guess that's all for now. I'm going to keep checking this book and seeing if the letter is taken or not.

Goodbye for now,

-your female writer

Woah, I never thought this would ever happen to me; I always dreamed of receiving one of these things from a mystery person. The part which she talks about wanting to die is quite concerning, but how she talked about traveling the world and how she wanted to find the love is beautiful. I feel quite similar to her. 

With this in mind, I decided to write back to her. I made sure to use a different piece of paper so that she would know that it wasn't her own letter if she opened the book. 

~time skip~

For this whole past week, all my thoughts were intrigued with the girl who wrote that letter in the American history book. I don't know why she attracted so much attention from my brain. I reread that letter every single day because I kept the letter. I wanted to remember it.  I wanted to know her name; I wanted to know how she looked like; I wanted to know how she worked. I wanted to be her friend. 

My best friend, Dinah thought that I had some crush on someone because of all the times I've been zoning out lately. Every single day after school, I would go to the library and check if the letter was taken from the American history book, but to no avail. 

I was starting to worry that maybe the author didn't attend the school anymore. If that was the case, then I would have no way of knowing. If she doesn't respond by next week, I'll know the person who attended the school doesn't attend her anymore, but that's not going to be good because my mind will wonder of the "what if's" and the "what could have been's".

(Y/N) POV

For the past week, I haven't even thought of what I did. Then today, it all came crashing down on me; I haven't checked the American history book. Why am I even getting my hopes up? The likeliness of someone reading my letter is extremely low. Well, I guess I know why my hopes are up. I don't have many friends at all, and I thought if someone read my letter and maybe even responds to my letter, then I would have some sort of friend here. 

I felt so alone. I just wanted someone. 

When the bell rung for lunch, I made sure to go to the library. While I was walking there, I reminded myself to denounce myself so that if no one responded, I would be less disappointed. It's just a thing that I do so that I'll be less disappointed; I don't know if it makes sense, but that's what I try to do in order to keep my emotions in. 

As I neared the American history section, I took deep breaths in order to calm myself down. I placed my hands on the book and slowly took it out of its rightful place. As I took the book, I noticed that there was still a piece of paper wedged in between; of course, no one responded to my letter. No one even opened it. My hopes crashed down on me, but I should've known this, but with closer inspection, I noticed that it was a different piece of paper. 

Excitement flowed through my veins. Someone replied to my letter. Oh my god, someone read it. How long had it been there? I took the book and hurriedly ran to the nearest desk to read the letter. I took the letter out of the book. 

hey guys. I was going to write Lauren's letter, but I wanted to update. :) 

I have 2 important questions. 

1. What do you want/think Lauren's letter will say?

2. Do you guys like this story idea? 

Thanks, and until next time (hopefully soon)

~brokenbyfeelsss