you're a dream ~ ariana x you

Six

If every morning were this beautiful, I'd consider myself a morning person.

The sun was out and peaked through my blinds, causing a ray of sunshine to hit my room. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. For once, I felt like I'd gotten the perfect amount of sleep which is a rare occurrence for high school students. Today was going to be a good day, I thought.

After scrolling through instagram for a few minutes, I decide to get out of bed. I wanted to look presentable at school for Ariana. She always managed to look like a goddess everyday and I felt like trash compared to her.

And given the events that occurred yesterday, I wanted nothing more than to impress her.

I stretch my arms while walking out of my room only to be met with an energetic Lauren.

"Morning sleepyhead. I was just about to come wake you" She says with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"No thanks" I scoff, "I don't trust you anymore after that little stunt you pulled yesterday" I then begin to get upset, remembering how difficult she made that day. We could've been late, and tardies began to go on student transcripts senior year. My entire high school career could've been ruined because of her.
"And if you think" I point my finger in her face, "For even a second that I'd-"

"Holy shit!" Lauren spits out her coffee,
"Oh my god" She wipes her mouth before dragging my arm and pushing me into the bathroom to face the mirror.

"What the hell Laur" I yell, "What are you doing?"

She then let's go of my arm and stares at me through the mirror. "I don't know, y/n, why don't you tell me?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused and slightly annoyed.

"Look" She points to my neck.

My eyes widen at the state of my skin.
It was a hickey. Fuck. Did Ariana really manage to do that in a span of 3 minutes? I begin to sweat at the thought of what might happen if I get caught.

"W-What'do I do Laur?" I turn to face her. I look at myself in the mirror again before rubbing my neck with water. When I realize it isn't doing anything for me, I start to hyperventilate. "LAUREN!" I scream.

She stood back, watching me. Amused and trying to hold in her laughter.

"You're such a virgin" She bursts into laughter while covering her mouth.

"Fuck you" I shoot her a death glare while managing to get my breath to a normal speed. "How do I fix this? How can I make it go away? I don't want it" I whine. "I have practice today and it's too hot to wear a sweater"

Lauren rolls her eyes at my questions, then opens up a drawer, taking out her makeup bag.

"This is what you're gonna do you little crybaby" She pulls out her concealer stick and begins to paint over the dark purple mark. "Relax, everything's gonna be fine. Trust me, I speak from experience"

"Yeah, I'm sure you've had plenty of these" I joked.

"You're not seriously slut shaming me when I'm trying to help you cover a hickey, are you?" She raises her eyebrow at me.

"Y-you're right" I take a deep breath, staring at her through the mirror. "I'm sorry. I've just never experienced this before. You know, Derek never did this kind of stuff to me"

"I guess Derek isn't as passionate of a lover as your girlfriend is" Lauren teases.

"She's not my girlfriend" I state.

"Well she certainly wants to be" Lauren laughs, "I'll be honest, she's pretty cute, and if this was her doing, then seems like she's got a freaky side." She then turns to face me, "And you know what they say about dating a person with a freaky side?"