Lola, Not Logan

~ Chapter One - Speechless ~

 Lola giggled maniacally as Aubrey, her best friend, spun her around the room out of beat to the Panic! At The Disco song that was blaring over her Bluetooth speaker.

"She said darlin' you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue," Aubrey sang along in her honestly gorgeous alto voice that seemed to drip honey whenever she spoke. "But you don't seem to change when you stuff all of your feelings with drugs."

"Other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice-" Lola attempted to sing along, wincing inwardly at the cracking from her vocal chords. She was not nearly as wonderful at singing as her best friend.

"Good Lord, please stop before my ears bleed!" A screech sounded from the corner of the room, belonging to a lanky teen diva who was presumptuously sipping on a glass of iced tea they'd stolen from Lola's fridge, despite her telling them not to.

They, using their index finger, slipped their sunglasses down the bridge of their long and shapely nose, exposing their pale blue eyes that lifted from underneath dark, voluminous lashes.

"Lo, you know I love you more than anything. But.. you cannot sing. Not before, and certainly not now. Being a hot chick will not change that."

"Oh, shut it, Jo." Lola hissed playfully, picking a plush pillow off of the floor and chucking it towards them. Of course, she missed. By several feet. Which left them staring down at the pillow with a preened eyebrow raised.

"See this, Lo," They gestured to the pillow before kicking it over to her with a heeled boot. "This is why you're a bottom."

"Yes, Jona, we get it. I'm not good at throwing, I'm only good at catching. Haha, very funny." Lola snorted, plucking the pillow back up and setting it onto one of the beanbags that lay in front of her oak closet doors.

Aubrey set a hand onto the speaker, clicking the button on the side to turn it off, which abruptly ended the current song halfway through the ending verse.

"You're like an old married couple sometimes, I swear." She snickered in response to their light bickering, hopping up on the top of Lola's old dresser and beginning to swing her legs back and forth.

"Sweetie, no way in hell am I ever marrying Lo. She's too much of a diva for me." Jona replied with a toss of their curly hair.

"Oh, sure, I'm the diva. Whatever Jona." Lola pouted, plopping down onto the carpet with her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle.

"So, my fellow nerds, what are we doing for our last week of Junior year? Matching outfits? Burning our binders and work from this year?"

"How about murder?" Jona posed, obviously joking by the smirk on their lips, but nonetheless it made Lola pause and look at them as if they were insane.

"I'd actually like to stay out of prison, so thanks but no." Lola replied, flicking a piece of lint across the fuzzy carpet.

"Finnnneeeee. You're so lame." Jona sighed dramatically, flinging themself across Lola's plush bed on their back, peeking at her from upside down as their sunglasses slid down to their forehead. "Instead of murder, how about we punch your v-card?"

"AAANNNNNDDD, I'm out." Aubrey muttered, wide-eyed as she wormed her way across the carpet in her socks and slipped out of the room, the sounds of her feet hitting wood a sign that she'd headed downstairs to the kitchen, probably to raid the fridge of all things sugary, Lola guessed.

"Or.. we could not." Lola mumbled softly, messing anxiously with a lock of her long red hair.

"Looo... Why are you so not down for this? You were ecstatic the last time we chatted about it. So what gives?" Jona questioned, a whoosh of air leaving their lungs as they whipped themself over onto their stomach, propping their chin on the palm of their hand.