New York City in the winter time wasn't as enjoyable as Lauren had remembered. Although everyone was used to the freezing weather, switching from a mild climate to one where you could walk outside and have icicles hanging from your nose in a matter of seconds, wasn't appealing to Lauren.
As Normani walked in and out the front door, the crisp air would bite at her uncovered skin, leaving her shivering.
"Mani, close the door." Lauren yelled, rubbing her arms in search of heat. Ally and Lauren wererelaxing on a sofa in the far corner of Normani's loft, laughing at some video Ally was showing her.
"Who on Earth would do something like that though?!" Ally giggled, her stomach couldn't take much more as they continued watching hilarious videos. Minutes passed before Normani got off the phone as she walked over to the two who were laughing uncontrollably.
"Mila said she'll be late getting here. Something about Mendes complaining about the way she's dressed." Norman sighed, rolling her eyes.
"But she'll make it here in time, right?" Lauren asked almost as soon as the words left Normani's mouth. Normani looked at her awkwardly before speaking, "Yeah she'll just be a few minutes late. Believe me, she wouldn't miss a chance to go all out. A stampede of reindeer wouldn't stop her."
Lauren sighed in relief, not being able to see Camila would put a damper on her mood.
"How is her marriage going, anyway? I haven't seen them together lately." Ally peaked around Lauren to look at Normani.
"Well Mr. and Mrs. Mendes are doing mighty fine." Norman exaggeratedly put a hand on her chest, speaking in a southern accent.
"I'm sorry, I have to use the bathroom." Lauren hurriedly jumped off the sofa and headed for the bathroom. She just couldn't take listening about Camila's "perfect" marriage when Lauren had her in
her arms just the other night.
Lauren barges into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She hopes neither of her friends will come to check on her, however, based on their confused looks while she rushed out, they might. She simply plans to tell whoever finds her that she had to fix her makeup in the mirror.
Glancing up at her reflection, she looked like a mess; she had turned pale sometime during her rush to the bathroom causing slight beads of sweat to appear around her face, and her breathing was ragged. The hold that Camila Mendes had on her is absolutely crazy if it makes her do things like this – just by their friends bringing up her damn marriage.
"Fuck, why did I get myself into this?" She muttered to herself as she pulled her phone out. Flipping through her texts, she sees Dinah's contact, causing her mind to flash back to the day she was invited to this winter ball.
As Lauren's phone begins to ring, she sees Dinah's name flash across the screen.
"Hello?" Lauren answers while balancing the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she folded up clothes.
"Lauser! Question! What are you doing next weekend and please say nothing because I need you to come to my Christmas party and support me." Dinah blurted out in one whole sentence.
"Take a breath, Dinah. And what would I be doing at said party that I've been so formally invited to?" Lauren sarcastically questioned, walking to her closet and hanging a few shirts up.
"Well, you'd be showing support for your best friend." Dinah acknowledged as it was obvious.
"Alright." Lauren chose not to try to weasel out of it. "Consider me there. What's the occasion?" Lauren continued to laugh at Dinah's attempt at being convincing.
"Something a little Christmasy. Oh and, Lauren, extreme emphasis on the little. Please don't show up dressed as Santa's little helper like last time." Dinah groaned loudly.
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Hot Winter
Short Story"Now that we're alone..." Camila whispered in her ear. As they all gather for Dinah's Christmas Ball, things get seriously heated between Lauren and Camila when the others aren't around. Perhaps the activities from their previous nights wasn't enoug...
