Room 47 // Laurmani

Chapter 18

"We need to ask Keith"

"Maybe it would be better if you asked him, I'm not sure how he'd react seeing me again"

You grunt in frustration. You know she's right. It's 6:30am on Saturday morning; you're leaving for Tennessee early so you can get there in time and settle in. You're so excited and stoked, no work for a whole two weeks and Lauren for company. It's honestly like all your Christmases came at once. You've both packed almost everything you need and flung your suitcases over the sofa. Pickles decides it's a nice looking place to lie and sprawls herself over them, she's got her whole sad droopy dog eyes thing going on.

"She thinks we're leaving without her," Lauren whispers into your ear.

You smile at the fact Lauren felt the need to whisper that to you like she was trying to conceal the fact from the dog but also the tingly sensation it sends down your arm.

It's cold here in NYC but Lauren reliably informed you it's going to be at least ninety degrees down south so she's dressed accordingly, so fucking accordingly that you've found it hard to think all morning. She's got a black cat woman tee on with blue denim shorts that just beg for you to ogle her long legs and well toned thighs. She's thrown on some black converses and has aviators resting on her head to complete the look. You kind of hate how effortlessly she threw herself together so early in the morning. She took a quick shower, applied some light foundation and stuck her hair up in a lazy bun. She was ready in less than twenty minutes. She honestly just doesn't care what she looks like and as a result she just ends up looking hot as hell. You hate her. You also love her.

The morning hasn't ran as smoothly as Lauren's dress routine however, the car she was supposed to rent got stolen and they won't let her rent another one before 11am when they open again for business. She threw all the hypothetical money at them over the phone but to no avail. Another detail you store about Lauren in your memory bank just for things about her – she's assertive as hell over the phone, especially if she doesn't get her own way. If you were on the receiving end of that call you would have personally drove whatever car she wanted over here free of charge and made her breakfast. Possibly do other things for her too.

Regardless neither of you want to leave that late in the morning, so now you're both stuck without a car to get there, yours won't do because there's nowhere to put Lauren's bike or Pickles.

"Why exactly do you need your bike again? Aren't motocross bikes different from regular bikes?"

"Yeah," she sighs, her shoulders slumping in disappointment as she leans against the living room wall looking entirely bothered by your current situation, "they provide the racing bikes down there, for a fee, but I wanted to bring mine because I promised I'd teach you how to ride" she says with a pout.

Your lips twitch and cheeks burn a little. Lauren riding things just destroys all comprehensible thoughts you have, when she rides her bike...you...

She could ride a damn bull and you'd still find it sexy.

You cough into your hand awkwardly trying to clear your thoughts, "Well that last time you tried to teach me I ended up having an orgasm"

She sucks in her lips, a complacent smirk tugging up on the corner of them. "I promise that won't happen again"

"Me having an orgasm?" you tease her.

She rolls her eyes playfully, "You know what I mean, I want you to try new things, riding Normani is one of them"

You blink at her. You remember her saying she wanted to call her bike Normani, but that was way back when you first met and you thought she was just mocking you. "You're not actually going to call it Normani, are you?" you ask with a stupid laugh because she cannot be serious.