Is It Fate?

Chapter 1: Move In Day (Part 1)

Chapter 1:

July 12, 2015: Miami, Florida

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Lauren Michelle. Where do you think you're going? Get your ass back here. You are NOT driving us home!" Keana yelled, struggling with her heals as she walked across the lawn towards Lauren. The music from the party was still booming even outside, but Lauren heard her loud and clear, yet she ignored her friend and proceeded to walk away.

"Keeks, it's my fucking car... Of course, I'm driving." Lauren slurred as if that was enough for her best friend to drop it. The brunette was a little far behind Lauren, so Lauren didn't see the disproving look her friend gave her. Keana watched the other girl stumble her way through the dark trying to get to her car—annoyed that her friend was stubborn enough to think she was capable of driving in her state, Keana rolled her eyes while she made her way towards Lauren who finally made it inside the black convertible, but she was struggling to put her own seatbelt on, so Keana rushed to her side and stopped her friend's feeble attempt at putting on a seatbelt.

"Right... First of all, it's your dad's. Second, you're drunk off your ass right now. So, NO. I'm driving."

"Buuuut..." Lauren looked up at her like a child who was just reprimanded, and Keana couldn't be prouder.

"OUT!"

Lauren was no longer able to protest because her best friend was already dragging her out of the driver's seat, giving her no choice in the matter as Keana walked Lauren to the passenger side. Taking no chances on letting the girl do her own seatbelt—Keana made sure that the green-eyed girl was secured in her seat. Lauren looked at her friend dumbfoundedly as she leaned across to buckle her up. Lauren thought the older girl was overreacting—she was treating Lauren like a child, and Lauren wasn't having it. She huffed her annoyance, crossed her arms and had a pout on her face by the time Keana made it back inside the car. Lauren looked to her side and became more irritated that her friend didn't even notice her annoyed state, so she grunted her annoyance even louder to make sure Keana would hear this time. A smile formed on Keana's face as she glanced to her drunk friend. "Something in your throat there, Lo?" Lauren glared at her and her pout got bigger, and it only made Keana laugh—in her head, the Cuban girl thought she was being intimidating, but in reality, she was as intimidating as a bunny or a new born baby—either way, Keana just wanted to laugh, but she knew that doing that would only make her friend angrier. But it took a lot to stop herself from doing so Keana just pulled out of the curb, but Lauren just couldn't seem to let it go.

"I'm not a baby, Keana. I can buckle my own seatbelt."

"You sure? Cause it sure didn't look like it earlier..."

"Shut up! I... I so can... It was just dark. Plus... the buckle on that side is faulty... This car is old-ish..."

"No, it's not."

"Yeah, it is. I only use it cause... wind..."

"'cause... wind'? really?"

"Yeah, you know when you take off the roof and stuff."

"Yeah, I know, Lauren. I understand the concept of a convertible. I just didn't realize that you're so fond of them... 'cause... wind...'"

"You're mocking me. It's rude."

"Aww, Lolo. I'm sorry. I'll stop... So, is that it then?"

"N... no... There's more... just... just let me buckle my own seatbelt okay!"

"Okay, Lo." Keana couldn't suppress her laugh. Lauren really was being childish.

"Don't laugh at me!"