One Shot

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Disclaimer: It's been a fucking hot minute since I've written anything and I'm only writing this because I love my friend and I promised her I would.

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Tori slowly comes to with a long intake of breath. She groans softly as her alarm rings, and she rolls over to her side ready to throw her arms over the waiting body next to her. But all she's met with are cold empty sheets. Her eyes fly open immediately and scan over her surroundings. She's alone in a hotel room. It's just her. The curly haired woman takes a deep breath before sitting up in bed. It had been approximately three weeks since she last saw Lauren yet her subconscious still managed to pull one over her head. Deciding to leave all thoughts of her ex in the back of her head, she gets ready for the day.

Outside of the hotel there is a small gathering of fans who are eagerly yet respectfully waiting for her to make her way into her car. Tori stops for a few selfies, signs a few shirts and just when she is about to put her lucky Sharpie on the last photograph a fan waves at her, she's hit by a tsunami of memories. On the rectangular shaped photo is herself and her ex. She doesn't quite remember how she made it to her car but when she's finally made it out of her trip down memory lane, she's already seated in the black SUV, photo still in her hand and a smile making its way across her face.

"Babe, stop running away from me!" Tori hears behind her as she struggles to breathe both from the effort it took to maintain a distance from Lauren and because she was laughing too dang hard. The curly haired girl manages to slow down to a jog before collapsing on the sand in order to fully catch her breath. Tori has her eyes closed and even through her sunglasses she can feel the shadow of her girlfriend covering her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly but the smile on her face doesn't go away. She feels the sand shift by her head and figures Lauren sat down. "Why do you always run?" She hears Lauren chastise her. Tori licks her lips before answering, "because I know you're right behind me." She opens her eyes when there's no reply, only to close them again when she hears Lauren's reply. "Dunno if that's suppose to be a cute pick up line or an insult. I am offended either way."

When Tori comes to, she's sitting in front of her vanity table with no recollection of how she got to the arena or her dressing room. She breathes in deeply from her nose, pursing her lips as she does so. The dimples on her cheeks more prominent now as she tried to hold in her breath for a few more seconds before releasing. She rolls her head on her shoulders a few times before heading out for the stage.

"Lauren." Silence. "Lauren?" She calls out with a bit more urgency. She hears footsteps approaching and bites her bottom lip nervously.

From the other side of the door Lauren's raspy voice can be heard. "I'm here." Silence followed by a knowing sigh. It doesn't take Lauren long to return, she knocks before entering the bathroom. "Y'know you could've just texted me you needed a roll?" She says with her eyes closed as she offers up the toilet paper.

"Who brings their phone into the bathroom?" She replies with a disgruntled look on her face. And when she catches Lauren's shrug she scrunches her nose in masked disgust. "Why do you bring your phone into the bathroom?"

"I get bored sometimes." Is all Lauren says as she stands in between the doorway and the half open door. Eyes still very much closed.

"Ew, Lauren! Get out of here, you're gross." Tori nearly throws the toilet paper at her but thinks better of it.

"Everybody poops." Lauren sing-songs as she closes the door.

After her show is done and the crew is all packed up and ready to leave. Tori makes some time to go out and greet a few of her fans. She's careful to not steal anymore pictures and signs someone's forehead for the first time in her life. Everything seems to be going smoothly until an overzealous fan tried to kiss her. Security intervenes immediately and she's taken back to the tour bus in less than a minute. As soon as she's back in her bunk, all she can think of is her first kiss.

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