Sketches (Lauren/You)

Affairs of the Heart

Y/n awoke the next morning with the reluctance caused by not getting enough sleep, but also with the elation he felt due to meeting Lauren later today at the park. He sighed, rolling out of his bed with several clunky motions before heading to the bathroom. The brunette realized that his girlfriend hadn't come home last night, for Y/n remembered lying in bed at eleven, attempting to go to sleep, but had intervals of tossing and turning that prevented that. That, and the image of Lauren in a nightgown that he couldn't get out of his head.

So, it was now nine o'clock in the morning, and Camila was no where to be found.

Where could she be?

He ran a hand through his messy, unkempt hair and sighed. Y/n couldn't remember her saying that she was going to be anywhere other than at work... He really needed to pay more attention. If he kept his mind focused on Lauren, then his and Camila's relationship would suffer.

But part of him wondered if Camila really cared anyway.

Or maybe he was thinking about himself and his own thoughts.

No...it was too terrible to think that way. Of course he cared deeply for Camila, and she him. He was letting his thoughts get the better of him. Y/n walked into the bathroom and started to run his shower water.

He stripped down and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. He shut his eyes for a moment, reveling in the comforting feeling it gave him. The artist shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body, getting himself squeaky clean for his and Lauren's meet up in the park. He still needed to call and tell her what time would be best. Y/n was thinking about arriving at lunchtime and spending a carefree day of relaxing with the dark haired waitress. He hoped that she would want the same, and would say yes to the plan.

Y/n left his hair limp and without product as he walked into the living room, a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips. The slight droplets of water fell from his hair as he strode over to the phone, littering around the wooden floor beneath him. He picked up the device in his hand and looked at the caller ID. Finding her number, he pressed "call" and waited for it to ring.

He was greeted by a cheery, feminine voice on the other end that sounded like the girl was in mid-giggle when she answered. "Hello? This is Lauren Jauregui's trap phone."

Y/n immediately recognized that the voice wasn't Lauren's. "Can I speak to Lauren, please?"

His ears were met with a suggestive giggle, and the girl over the phone called out, "Lauren, come get this!"

"Mani, I swear to god stop answering my phone!"

Y/n smiled at her voice in the background. It sounded like she and Mani were close friends.

To his surprise, the girl said, "You must be Y/n. I hope you and Lauren have fun with your outing today."

Y/n chuckled, but was pleasantly surprised. She had been talking about him to her friend? It was a feeling that filled him with a sense of flattery, but also a sense of wonderment. Hopefully Lauren said good things about him... "Oh, we will." He finally replied politely.

The girl laughed as well, "Alright, here she is."

"Thanks."

The dark haired girl's voice was the next thing he heard, "Y/n?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Hey, I'm glad you called!"

Y/n couldn't help but grin brightly in a manner uncharacteristic of him. "Me too."

"So...are we still up for today?"

"Of course. That is, if you're up for another day with me."

"Always."