Laurens Secrets

Part 5

Dear diary,

Is there a mute button for Lucy? I need to find it. Soon.

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Lucy lightly bumped her shoulder against Lauren's, a small smile on her face. "Since you're gay, does that mean I get to make gay jokes?"

Lauren groaned, "No."

"But...you're my lesbro."

Lauren dropped her books in the middle of the hall, turned around, and walked out of the school,

***

They were sitting at their usual table, Lauren was playing on her phone, and Lucy was writing something down in her journal.

Lucy put her pencil down and let out a small cough, trying to get Lauren's attention. Lauren ignored it.

She coughed again. Lauren's grip on her phone tightened.

She coughed louder this time. Lauren finally looked up.

"What do you want?" She growled out.

"You wanna hear a joke?" Lucy smiled at her.

"No."

"Too bad. What do lesbians cook for dinner?"

"Please don't do this to me."

"They don't cook, they just eat out!"

"We aren't friends anymore. Even better, I don't know you." Lauren stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, a laughing Lucy walking after her.

***

"Just one more joke. One more."

"Fine," Lauren crossed her arms, "One more."

Lucy smiled and pulled out her journal. After flipping through several pages, she finally stopped and began to read out the joke, "How do you cure a lesbian with a sore throat?"

"You give her LGBTea."

"You give her LGBT-- FUCK! How did you know that one?!"

"For once," Lauren looked off into the distance, striking a heroic pose, "I studied."

"You just had Camila look it up for you, huh?"

Lauren looked back at Lucy, "...Yeah."

"Since you ruined my joke, I'm just gonna tell you another one."

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw."

"That's Camila's job."

***

"Lauren!" Lauren stopped walking, waiting for Lucy to catch up to her.

Lucy grabbed Lauren's shoulder, slightly out of breath, "I've...got a...joke...for you..."

"I'd rather die."

"Fuck...you," She straightened herself before pulling out a blue custard. It looked absolutely disgusting. "I hope you're hungry, I brought my specialty: Blue is the Warmest Custard."

"That looks like it could kill me."

"I tried to put all my gayness in it. Seeing as how I'm straight...it didn't work out."

"Obviously."

***

Dear diary,

I ate the custard. I'm not going to school tomorrow. Call Camila for me, tell her that Lucy's cooking sucks.

Send help.

A/N

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