"Fuck Lu," Lauren tangles her fingers in the brunette's hair, pushing her farther down onto her length. She groans at the sensation of her mouth around her dick, leaning back on her elbow.
Just as she hits her peak, her front door opens and in walks Normani. The darker girl screams in surprise, jumping as she places grocery bags on the counter. Lucy freezes, then starts coughing when she realizes that she didn't swallow.
"Fucking shit!" Lauren shrieks hastily grabbing the blankets and yanking them over her exposed member. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I, um," Normani finally tears her eyes from the green-eyed girl's lower section, clearing her throat. "I bought groceries since obviously you forgot that I live here too."
"Can you blame me?" Lauren replies, managing to discreetly zip up her jeans. "You practically live with Dinah now. So, after Ally's little lecture you decide to come back?"
"I was gonna cook," She admits. "As an apology. Clearly, you're too busy getting sucked by Sid the sloth over here. Be careful, you might get rabies." And with that, she left.
"What a bitch," Lucy speaks up, crossing her arms. She glares at the door, though nobody is there.
"She's not wrong," Lauren stretches. "You kinda look like a sloth. Fix that."
"Bitch," The brunette snaps.
"Sloth,"
•
Lauren sits at the bar. She listens to the incessant sloshing of the brown liquid in her glass, sighing. Alternative music plays in the background, drowned out by the loud chatter of the customers. She watches couples enter the restaurant, their arms linked and smiles spread across their faces. She feels a pang of jealousy in her stomach but ignores it, taking another harsh sip of the alcohol.
Gave me love, sweet love
Gave me love, sweet love
Heaven above, sent me love
But it wasn't enough
No, it wasn't enough
"You come here a lot?" says a voice behind her. She doesn't look up, just stares at her fluttering reflection in the glass.
"When I need to think," Lauren replies. The irritating squeaking of a stool being pulled from under the counter tells her that the woman is sitting down, but she refuses to acknowledge her.
Cause I've been a devil
I've been a saint
Somebody help me
I can't change
"You seem lonely," The Latina raises her eyebrows at this, slowly turning her head to meet the woman's eyes. She takes in the stark white face with sharp features and the harsh black hair that contrasts with her skin. The woman almost seems familiar, but so does every woman in the city. Everyone looks like someone.
"Maybe I am," She pushes her glass towards the bartender, nodding towards it to ask for a refill.
"Why?" The black-haired woman questions. "I know who you are. I know you've got a lot of friends. You are quite the likable character despite your impulsive nature."
I keep on
(Running to the, running to the fire)
I keep on
(Running to the, running to the fire)
The fire
Lauren licks her lips and says, "Even if everybody likes you, it doesn't mean all of them are your friends."
"You don't think so?"
"I know so,"
"Who hurt you?" The white woman asks.
"Who are you?" The green-eyed girl snaps. The woman just smirks.
Oh, I let my lover go
Didn't wanna be a liar
Ashes, them are cold
Now I'm running to the fire
"Veronica Iglesias," She says. "I know a lot about you, Miss Jauregui."
"Oh please," She mutters in between the swallows of the brown liquid. Her gaze falls back to the hardwood as her cup clatters against the counter.
"You're famous," Veronica informs as she takes a large gulp of her beverage. "Successful engineer by day, wild party girl by night."
"Then why," The Latina whispers. "Why am I sitting at this fucking bar alone?"
Gave me love, sick, sick love
But it was me who got swallowed up
Not enough, dust to dust, pray for us
"Ask yourself that," The black-haired woman pushes herself out of the seat. "Then go find who you were looking for."
Lauren eventually finds herself driving, not nearly as drunk as she thought. Her hands know where she's going, but her mind doesn't. She's wandering, leaving the present and diving into a pool called the past.
Cause I've been a devil
I've been a saint
Somebody help me
I can't change
Her car door slams as she gets out of it, walking up to the modernized white condominium. Her fists pound on the door and aggravatingly ring the doorbell. The darker girl swings it open with a tired look on her face, only to gasp as pale hands cup her cheek.
I keep on
(Running to the, running to the fire)
I keep on
(Running to the, running to the fire)
The fire
The action is swift and alarming as Lauren leans in to kiss Normani. Their lips move in sync against each other, molded perfectly. They both let out a tiny moan, just standing there with timid fingers. Then Lauren pulls away with a cryptic face of horror, hands shaking as she removes the from the dazed woman's face.
"I'm sorry," She shudders as she speaks. "That was a mistake."
Oh ho, oh ho, gonna get burned, gonna get burned
Oh ho, oh ho, oh ho
Oh ho, oh ho, gonna get burned, I'm gonna get burned
Oh, oh ho
"No," Normani yells. "You cannot waltz up to my fucking door, kiss me, then tell me it was a mistake. Who does that?"
"I do," Lauren growls. "And it was a mistake. People make stupid decisions when they're drunk."
"You are not driving home drunk," The darker girl shrieks. "Get inside."
"I'm going home,"
Oh, I let my lover go
Didn't wanna be a liar
Ashes, them are cold
Now I'm running to the fire
No, she isn't. Instead of going home like she told herself to, Lauren finds herself sobering up as she stares at the white ceiling - naked. The room is filled with the strong scent of sex, something she rarely ever smells when she's with Lucy. The white sheets are tangled between their legs, covering bits and pieces of their nude bodies. The chocolate hand belong to Normani draws circles on the Latina's abdomen as she snuggles closer. Even just for one night, she actually gets to call Lauren hers.
Running to the, running to the fire
Running to the, running to the fire
Oh
Lauren swallows the sobering feel of guilt as she takes a deep breath. She's waiting for regret to eat away at her, to devour her whole. Instead of regret, she feels joy. She's forgotten what it's like to be free from the bindings of a relationship. One wild night with Normani and she's already wanting to go back to who she was before all of this.
The only problem is - she wanted to do it again.
Interesting.
Shoutout to LoveLivesLong babybre123 and LaurmanisDiary . Every time I talk to you guys it makes me smile like a fucking idiot especially when I need to. So thank you for that 💙
This chapter is also trash but I'm tired so whatever
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