Bottled Up (Laurinah)

Chapter Three

A/n: Chapter three, bish! Enjoy! 💖

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Honeeeeey🍯💗

"Dinah, if you liked someone would you tell them?" Lauren seemed to question the dirty-blonde out of nowhere while making breakfast.

"Huh?" Dinah said, she was still half-asleep, after all it was only 11am.

"I said, if you liked someone, would you tell them that you like them?" Lauren repeated now sliding a glass of orange juice to Tongan.

"It really depends." Dinah answers, drinking her orange juice.

"Ugh, I hate that answer." Lauren sighed.

"Why?"

"Because, your answer should be a clear yes or no. 'It depends' is a gray area." Lauren responded.

"I'm gray!" Dinah could think of a hundred other things she could've said.

"Well now you've gotta tell me what it depends on. If it's a person you'd rather be with than be friends with, even though you're already friends...would you tell them?" Lauren asked, she was beating the eggs but paused, genuinely awaiting Dinah's answer.

"Hmm...for the sake of you not spazzing our on me I'll say yes because I'd like to believe that when I want them I want them." Dinah answer as best she could.

"Okay. I like that answer." Lauren was content, she'd just made the eggs into an omelette.

"Why're you laying this heavy stuff on me this time of morning? Love on the brain?" Dinah teased.

"Nope." Lauren's cheeks blushed.

Babes, ayeeeee. 😂💕

"Are you sure about that? Because you seem like you're starstruck over someone." Dinah wondered, raising a brow as she picked up her glass of orange juice.

She low-key was hoping that the person who Lauren seemed to be in love with was herself, though those thoughts instantly went away when Lauren chose to tell her best friend who she had a huge crush on.

"If I tell you who it is, you have to promise me that you won't freak out and you won't be mad." Lauren said, finishing up on cooking the eggs; grabbing two plates from the cabinet in the process.

"I promise." Dinah nodded, squealing on the inside.

"Well," The Cuban handed over one of the plates to Dinah, and afterwards started to place food on her own while continuing to speak. "I have a crush on Camila."

As soon as Dinah had heard the name Camila, her stomach dropped violently and she felt as if she needed to puke.

She absolutely despised the other Cuban, and her somehow tricking Lauren into liking her, made the hate become even more passionate.

"C--Camila?! You have a fucking crush on Camila?! My mortal enemy?!" Dinah put her plate onto the table to keep herself from dropping it onto the floor, her jaw widened; her face turning completely and utterly red.

"Yeah," Lauren giggled, but immediately stopped right after because she saw how mad Dinah had gotten. "I told you not to be mad about it! Why are you so mad?"

"Why am I mad?! Okay, I'll tell you...I'm angry, no--Really fucking pissed off, because you have a crush on the woman who hates me just as much as I hate her, the woman who made fun of you when you weren't paying attention, and the woman who literally stole my girlfriend from under me on our anniversary! That's why I'm mad, but mostly because I let her get close to you!" Dinah flailed her arms up into the arms, pacing back and forth to try and calm down.