Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter thirty-six

(A/N: NOT PROOF READ!)

Camila

"Okay! So Mila," Dinah slurred from the back seat of her own car as I made my way home after pretty much chaperoning my friends at a rager, "Is Lauren circumcised or nah?"

Normani and Ariana bursted out laughing while I looked through the rear view mirror to see Dinah with a furrowed brow, would the questions ever stop? Maybe they will...she had to run out of them sometime soon.

"Um," I hummed to myself while taking a turn out of the neighborhood where the party was hosted.

"You cannot say you don't remember bitch! You literally sucked her dick! You cannot say you didn't see it after taking it down." Dinah yelled at me while Normani tried keeping her down by pulling her in for cuddling. Ariana just kept laughing. I felt my face heating up at one of my best friends bringing up the fact that I gave Lauren oral.

Don't get me wrong, wasn't so much ashamed of it as I am a little uncomfortable bringing it up with people. To which I blame society for making sex such a taboo topic to bring up in conversation when really it's just as natural as a person bathing themselves. It's something people do.

"Why are you asking?" I looked back through the rearview mirror again as I drove me way down the smaller streets to get on to the highway.

"Because if she wasn't that means she had skin over it...which you had to pull back...and I've heard some guys aren't very hygienic." Dinah scrunched up her nose in disgust from possibly remembering the conversation she was in on.

I felt chills run through me at the horrible image, "W-Well-"

"She's circumcised," Ariana answered and I looked over to my side to see her checking out her nails while she held a smirk.

"Ari!"

She turned to me and shrugged while looking completely lost as to why I'd be a little on edge about her replying, "What? I saw it in all it's glory and she isn't." She said while looking back to her nails before smirking and speaking up again, "And neither is she a grower, but more a shower."

"Oh my god," I groaned while imaging poor Lauren reacting to Ariana's comments.

Dinah and Normani stayed surprisingly silent after hearing Ariana reply, which is weird. Especially for Dinah because we all know she's always got something to say about these types of things. I took a peak through the rearview mirror and almost swerved the car right into the last mailbox I passed. "Guys what the fuck!" I yelled at the couple making out furiously in the back of the car.

They did not hear me. That or they simply didn't care. Ariana though found it amusing and even brought out her phone to record for her Snapchat story. I didn't bother stopping them again since it seems they're far too gone.

I checked out and just focused my mind on Lauren. We haven't spoken since the whole confession at her condo. I wondered if she remembered that I responded? She did think I wasn't real...so maybe she just assumed everything was a dream. Even my response.

Being the first to confess your love for someone can be...terrifying because you don't know what the other will say, but it also fucking sucks being on the other end and choking up then the confessor thinks they might be being rejected. I don't know how Lauren did it, dream or not, I wouldn't have been able to speak at all. Then again she did have some liquid courage while I was just trying to get her to rest.

If I was drunk and Lauren was in front of me...I don't think I could handle myself. I'd probably throw myself all over her, say some stupid cheesy pickup lines, or god forbid actually try my horrible jokes at her. If Dinah and Ariana rolled their eyes at me every time I tried to be funny, Lauren might actually just walk away from me. Now that I think about it...all the times we've been together and talked our mouths off I don't think I ever found it necessary to try and impress her with my jokes or trying to make myself look better than I really am.