Problem Solving

In the DMs

Lana's POV

I'd be lying if I said she wasn't on my mind.

Electra Heart.

2am. Why am I on her instagram account looking through all of her pictures that I've seen over a million times before?

I don't know.....

Well.... I will admit, she is attractive.. And artsy too, which I always think is cool.. but does that make me gay for seeing her as cool and attractive? With extremely nice features.. and curves, and-

Stop. You aren't that gay. Surely.

Ugh. I turn onto my other side, swapping my phone into my left hand so I can scroll with my right index finger. I look at the time... 02:01. Why am I not asleep?

I sigh and get out of bed. I'm thirsty.. and not for Electra. I head to the kitchen, but quietly so that I don't wake anyone up.. I get a glass and pour myself some water..

To me it's weird that Electra's first name is just 'Electra'. Because her name feels somewhat incomplete without her surname too.. Electra Heart... During Electra the tongue lightly taps the roof of the mouth twice before letting the word slip out between the teeth.. beautiful.

What the actual fuck am I thinking about? It's 2am and I sound like some obsessing poet.. in a way I am.

Regardless, I put the water back in the refrigerator and go back to my room. I neatly put my water on my end table then messily slump onto my bed to contrast my actions.

Fuck Lana, get to sleep.

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After a rough and uneasy night, I pretty much haul myself to school. I feel like shit and probably look a lot like it too.

Today I'm just wearing a cropped black cardigan with a plain white cropped T-shirt underneath, and some high waisted Calvin Klein leggings. Casual I know but give me a break I'm running on like three hours sleep.

As I walk into school I see Electra looking just as mouthwatering as always..

Stop thinking about her like this..

I make myself look away before anyone realise the thoughts running through my mind........ but ugh I can't not look back..

She sees me, she does a kind of smirk and wave. It makes me feel about half an inch big, and like my face is on fire. I kinda smile back and just carry on walking before she can decide for herself that I'm into her.. I phone Ashley, she picks up immediately

"Hey ash, come meet me real quick.."

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Marina's POV

"If you like her then go over and say something" my friend Stella tells me

"That's bloody stupid, she's Lana Del Rey.." I mutter

"And did you see how nervous you made her? That's a bicurious girl with one hell of a crush" my other friend Jess beams, I shake my head.

"Lana doesn't... no, I mean.. she wouldn't ever." I try. Amused, they watch me struggle. "I mean, her reputation is literally built on pleasuring males."

"Doesn't mean she doesn't wanna pleasure a cute little pastel themed female like you though" Jess smirks, messing with my curls. I bat her hand away, embarrassed.

"She'd never..."

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The entire school day is filled with awkward eye contact between me and Lana. She's pretty if not absolutely gorgeous, but she's absolutely straight. I think.

I get home and see that she's liked one of my older Instagram pictures.. I smile to myself, she probably didn't want to or mean to...

Just to tease her, I double tap her oldest picture. It's of her and Blake, the awkward boy that likes me.. In a couple minutes, she likes my second oldest picture.

I can't not smile.. We have a like war on our hands.

We take it in turns to like each other's posts until there are none left to like. On impulse, I DM her.

'Me: thank you for all the likes, very
         much appreciated xoxo'

I half don't expect her to reply, then it tells me that she's typing.

'Lana: yw.'

Hmm. I suppose she's still a little bit temperamental.

I get another notification

'Lana: your account is cool.'

I wonder if she's trying to seem like she doesn't give a shit about me. What's she trying to achieve?

'Me: thank you. I like yours. It's a cool
aesthetic that I could never pull off
xoxo'

I try putting 'xoxo' again just to be nice, if she doesn't send back then I'll take it as a sign.

'Lana: we're like polar opposites. It's
kinda weird'

Well... at least she's texting a bit less sharply?

'Me: and yet we're friends'

fuck. I just said that me and Lana were friends.

'Me: kind of.'

I try to soften it..... I hope for the best and hold my breath as she types.

'Lana: idk if I'd call us friends. It's not
the average friendship'

'Me: yeah not all of my friends kiss me
drunk'

What the fuck am I doing teasing Lana Del Rey about her least proud make out session?

'Lana: that didn't happen'

'Me: mmkay'

I can't not be bratty about it. It's like a reflex.

'Lana: is this you flirting with me'
'Lana: cuz it's weird'

'Me: all that I'm saying is that you were
practically begging me to kiss you
that night.' 

Risky.

'Lana: yh cuz I was drunk okay?'

Mayyyybe I shouldn't tease her so much.

'Me: understood. Have a lovely evening
          Lana xoxo'

Annnd.. log out.

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A/N

Hey guys I'm getting a couple more reads which is so cool! It's taking a while to get going but I ammm excited for when it gets a lil.. spicy. Lol who knows.

Anyways love yall, see u next chapter xoxoxoxo