best friends

4

I woke up to the sound of an alarm going off. Once I realized it was my phone I turned it off and slammed it down on the bed by my side. My head was throbbing, my thighs were sore, and I had no recollection of the night before. I squinted trying to relieve the pain in my head as I tried to figure out where I was. I looked over and I saw nothing. Just wrinkly sheets and an outline from where a body once laid.

I sat up and my head instantly felt like bricks had been dropped on it. Realizing I was in Lauren's bed and was completely naked, i scrambled to find my clothes as the memories from last night came flooding back. I peered at my knuckles and they were a slight blue/purple. I clenched my knuckles and winced in pain; biting my lip in agony trying not to make a sound. They felt worse than they looked.

I can't believe this all happened.

I threw on my clothes then trudged into the kitchen to try and find Lauren. But once again I was met with yet another lauren-less room. I looked around for my shoes and keys and found them by her front door. A piece of paper fell from underneath my keys, it appeared to be a note addressed to me.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was gone before you woke up. I had to get to work because I got called in at the last minute since Lizette didn't show up for her shift :/ but we need to talk so when I get off work I'll call you and you can come over to talk about everything.

-Lauren"

I fiddled with the note, folding it up and putting it in my pocket before grabbing my shoes and keys and rushing out the door.

What if lauren regrets everything? What if what happened ruined our friendship or whatever we are now? I don't think I can deal with losing her. She's my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without her, but the cats out of the bag now, I don't think I can swallow my feelings for her.

I got in my car and drove to the closest place I could think of, Dinah's house.

Once reaching my destination I hesitantly put my car in park and get out of my vehicle. I threw my hair up into a messy bun before knocking on her door, waiting a few awkward moments before the door opened up to reveal a really hungover Dinah. She ran her fingers through her hair brushing the strands out of her face.

"Come in and what the fuck happened last night girl?" Dinah stepped aside and rubbed her temples to try and soothe her headache.

I made my way inside and sat on her sofa while she went to her kitchen and came back with water bottles and Advil for the both of us.

"Spill!" Dinah demands as she walks towards me and sets everything down on her coffee table.

"Basically, Lauren and I were talking because her ex, the one that cheated on her, is in town and you know how Lauren gets, right? Well to get her mind off of him I took her inside and we were dancing and drinking a ton. Things started to get heated between Lauren and I and we kissed. And out of nowhere her ex shoved me off of her and then I blanked. All I saw was red and the next thing I remember is Lauren pulling me off of him and I drive us back to her place. I was so heated and Lauren was upset and confused so we smoked, and you know I don't smoke but I wanted to relax. And then Lauren and I hooked up!" I my breathing staggered as I start to stress out.

"Oh and she wants to talk about it tonight, she was gone when I woke up cause she had to pick up a shift apparently and I don't know what the fuck to do! I don't even think she likes girls. What if this fucks up our friendship?" I start panicking.

"Camila, calm down for all you know this could be the start of something beautiful, I wouldn't stress it yet till you talk to her. But props to you for beating a guy up. And your outfit is cute as fuck, who is this Camila?" She drags out my name.

Dinah asked to look at my hand and winced just looking at it, imagine if she knew how it felt. My knuckles were scabbed over and each scab had rings of blue and purple bruised skin surrounding them. But I know the other guy looked worse.

Dinah and I hung out for a bit and briefly went over what I would say when Lauren and I talk later while stuffing our faces with ice cream and watching Jane the Virgin.

After awhile I head home and take a shower. I change into plain black leggings and my royal blue champion hoodie. I put on white socks and my air force ones then took a quick glance at my outfit in my body mirror. Satisfied with how I looked I flopped on my bed and scrolled through my social media waiting patiently for Lauren to get off of work.

Once my hair dried I threw it up in a messy bun and grabbed a snack. As time went by the more anxious I felt. The anticipation was eating me alive.

A few hours later of binge watching stand up comedians, my phone buzzes beside me. I pick it up and see it's a text from Lauren saying she's home now and that I can come over to talk.

I grabbed my keys and phone charger and then my wallet. I chewed at my bottom lip as I anxiously grabbed everything I needed and headed to Lauren's place.

I pulled into Lauren's driveway and I'm over taken with an uneasy feeling, not knowing what to expect from the conversation I'm about to have. I knocked on Lauren's door and a few moments later I'm greeted by her and we head inside

Her place reeked of weed and I turned around to get a look at Lauren, sure enough she was zooted.

"So I talked to a friend of Grants today.. he has a broken nose and internal bruising along with some cuts... I don't even know how to process what happened with him last night. It makes me feel numb every time I think about it." Lauren stares off into the distance.

a deafening silence falls upon us and I just fiddle with my fingers.

"I don't regret it." I say as I stare at my fingers.

"What?" She asks for clarification.

"I don't regret it. I don't regret kicking his ass, I don't regret us hooking up, I'm not going to apologize for any of it. Being with you last night was the most alive I've felt in awhile. I felt something I can't explain. And Grant is a fucking douche bag okay? He's had that coming for awhile I'm just glad I got to be the one to fucking do it." I lock eyes with her and don't break it, showing just how dead ass I was.

"If you don't have any feelings, I understand. I'm not going to apologize for how I feel though." I wait for a response and I'm met with nothing. Just another silence.

"Well?" I ask growing frustrated after anxious minutes pass by and Lauren just sits there staring at me.

"I don't know what you want me to fucking say Camila! I don't want to ruin our friendship over a mistake and I-"

"You think it was a mistake?" I ask her, eyebrows furrowed in hurt and frustration.

"Well I- I don't really know what I felt! I was trashed and high and everything was a blur, how am I supposed to make a life changing decision when I was drunk!"

"Not drunk enough because you still remembered. Might have been bits and pieces but you remember." I say and she just sits there stumped.

I stand there and wait for an answer growing even more frustrated by the second.

"Maybe this will jog your memory then." I walk up to her and kiss her. She waits a few seconds before kissing back, sharing a few intense kisses.

I pull away and compose myself. I grab my keys and phone from the couch and walk to the door. I turn back and look at Lauren as she stood there conflicted.

"Call me if you figure it out." I open the door and just like that I leave.

Maybe we'll be something more. Maybe we'll stay friends or maybe... she won't be able to move past this and this is where our friendship ends.

Your move Lauren.

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I'm so sorry for the late update. I had to focus on school for awhile and then some shit went down and I didn't have my phone for awhile but here's an update. Hopefully you guys like it, it's 1500 words long