The Three Of Us (Lauren/You)

| 9 | Take A Chance On Me

I deadass forgot to update on Monday so here's a 7k chapter for y'all 😬

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Your POV

I think it worked on me.

The words echoed over and over again in my head until my eyes shot up, jolting me awake. I looked around as I tried to catch my breath and noticed the familiar beige walls of my apartment. My breath came out in gasps and my heart was racing just as the realization set in.

It was just a dream.

I wiped my face with my hands and tried to slow my heartbeat. That's right, I never said that. I would never do that. I could only dream of doing that.

"Ugh," I groaned and hauled my ass off the bed.

The apartment I had was definitely one of the best in the state. They were the perks of your dad being friends with one of the wealthiest men in the country. But even if that was the case, I still insisted to pay rent. After all, I could afford it and I wanted to work for the things I have.

After doing my morning business, I made my way downstairs and made coffee. While waiting for it, I turned on the radio and listened to some music. It was a Saturday so I could take it easy all day. There was no James breathing on my neck and no Rose to make my life worse than it already was.

However, that also meant no Lauren or Marco, which sucks.

I sang along with a few songs and poured myself some coffee once it was done. The dream I had played in my mind again. That was a truly scary moment if I ever did it. It would be like suicide because she could either open up to me more or kick me out of my life entirely. Good thing it wasn't rea—

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.

I furrowed my eyebrows as the knocking became rapid. "Coming!" I yelled and walked to the door, all the while wondering who it could be.

Once I opened the door, I was met with a familiar couple who looked strangely worried. "Umm... yes?"

"Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?" Camila asked, exasperated as she placed her palms on my cheek and squeezed.

"Whash are you shoing?"

"We came as soon as we heard." It was Shawn this time, bursting through the door with plastic bags in both his hands as if he was on a mission.

"Hearsh wha—" I shook off Camila's hands. "Heard what?"

"What happened with Lauren," Camila said. "We came first thing in the morning for you."

"N—no, no, no, no, nothing happened what are you talking about?"

Shawn made a beeline for the kitchen while Camila looked at me weirdly. "Y/N, did you hit your head or something? You literally called me last night sobbing and told me you told Lauren what you felt."

My eyes widened. "No, that was a dream."

Camila opened her mouth then sighed. She shook her head and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Is this your way of coping? Pretending it was a dream?"

And with those words, the memories of last night I was struggling to keep at bay broke out of the dam I put them in.

I sighed. "And I was doing so well at forgetting."

Camila shook her head and grabbed my arm, leading me to the kitchen where Shawn was stuffing my fridge with ice cream for some reason

"Sit," Camila commanded, pushing me down on one of the stools around my small dining table. She took her place in front of me and began tracing circles on my hand with her thumb. After a while, Shawn joined us, placing two bowls of ice cream on the table.