Once Camila departs from the group, Ally and Lauren's friendship fall downhill for the worse and it affects everyone around them. Constant arguments bottle up and one day, they explode. They try counseling but it doesn't work at all. After an agoniz...
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Ally'sPOV For the last two months, me and Lauren have joked about where we would live if we ever stayed together long enough to get engaged and or married. It resulted in either the south; Atlanta or up north; maybe New York or Rhode Island.
Honestly, her place has been my place for the last month. I haven't been home for more than day when I DO go home. Half of my things are at Lauren's and half of her things are at mine. Now completely moving in with her....I don't know about that yet. I don't feel like we're ready for that. But she's been pressuring me into doing so for like three weeks now and I've been dodging the question and or saying no.
When I do have to go home to pack because I'm going out of town or something, I can't leave right away because she's so clingy and she won't let me. Our schedules never really allow us to go out of town with each other because we always have something going on that day, days or week. However, last week I was able to go to Washington with her because she had photoshoot.
I can always go with her and then when that day arrives, I can just catch a plane that night before, but I'm so afraid of being late or the plane being late or it being canceled. I tend to have bad anxiety about those things possibly happening.
I really just hate being late. I stress when I am or know I'm about to be. Lauren knows that.
Now us joking about where we would live if we got married is not definite. I'm not saying we're destined to get married in the future or engaged. You never know what the future holds. But if I let my heart speak, we're a pretty good catch. I love her, she loves me. We, together, are a mighty big force. We get along, and we have our differences but that comes with any couple honestly.
We're kinda the same person, just in two totally different bodies.
We were playing the questionnaire game while cooking Spaghetti in her kitchen. I was boiling the noodles while she was seasoning the ground beef and stirring it in the pot.
"How many kids would you want?"She asked me while reaching in the cabinet above her.
I hesitated. I never really thought about how many kids I would want. I just know I've always planned to have some one day.
"I dunno."I shrugged truthfully. "Probably three. I want a set of twins-boys and then a little boy."
"What the fuck!!"She screamed in shock while looking at me. I looked at her wide eyed.
"What!"I said shook.
"I want a set of boy twins too!!"She said energetically while pointing at herself.
