Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter forty

A/N: alright so...a lot of people want me to keep this story going. Which I will do, only for awhile. There will be an ending. There has to be an ending. I'll just write my original ending into the story and use a new one. But for now...I asked a question on my profile to you guys, only a few answered, and between them there was a majority rule. And...lol it's gonna be interesting. Hope you enjoy. Now onward.

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Lauren

"Dinah open the door," I told the Poly over the phone, I didn't even expect for her to answer my girlfriend's phone. "Dinah! For love the of-"

"Hey! Don't you sass me Miss I'm So Pussy Whipped."

Jesus.

"Dinah..." I sighed as I tried not thinking about how that was very true.

I'll never admit it to her though.

Before I could go on to beg her to open the door, the huge front door swung open to reveal one very drunk Ariana Grande. Her long dark red hair had fallen out of her ponytail and was flowing over her shoulders. She wore this huge grey sweatshirt, and only a sweatshirt while her legs were covered with matching colored thigh high socks. She gave me this huge smile as I noticed her face was flushed, "Lauren!" She dragged out as she practically jumped out at me, but stumbled on her own feet so I caught her.

"How much did you guys drink?" I asked her as she giggled against my neck. I couldn't help myself when I shivered from her breathe.

Is Camila alright? I've never seen her drunk and the last time I heard of her drinking she got a tattoo...

I have to make sure she's still here.

"Practically two bottles of wine," Ariana giggled as she pulled back and kept her hands on my shoulders, "Hm...you're a lot more toned than you look."

I cleared my throat as I grabbed her wrists gently to pull them down, "I have to start working out again. Coach Lovato said if I was back in shape I could make the team again." I shrugged while I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. It felt like I was burning as her eyes scanned me up and down. "I-I-um...Where's Camila?"

Before she could reply to me, the house boomed with feedback from somewhere else in the house. I covered my ears while Ariana did the same while giggling as she walked up the stairs. Closing the door as I followed behind her I was relieved to hear it end and only for some song to start playing. I didn't recognize it at first, but once I heard her voice I couldn't help the goofy smile come over my face.

I'd gotten up the stairs and followed Ariana to her room only to see Dinah dancing with a huge dog plushie puppy while Camila held one of those karaoke microphones that had a huge speaker on it that added reverb to your voice. I looked over to the corner of the room of Ariana's room to see her TV was playing the instrumental that my girl was singing to.

"It's electric how my lipstick
Makes its own way right into your kiss, and
It's pathetic how we both get
Kinda fucked up, hanging on each other
We're ahead now, should we slow down?
Should we slow down now?"

Her brown eyes met mine and I felt my body flare up in excitement. The way she looked me made me feel as if she only ever wanted me and no one else. I loved the feeling of having someone who looked at you as if you were all that mattered at the moment. And I knew I looked at her the exact same way.

God I loved her.

She grabbed at the collar of my olive green hoodie to pull me closer to her as she sang the next part to me,