Hey, guys! So, this is my very first fanfic! I really hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. All rights go to Jessica Burkhart, the author of this AMAZING series.

Now, without further ado, onto the story!

Famous: chapter 19; Better and worse Drew's POV

I got to the cafe pretty early today, seeing as how our teacher let us out early. I went through the lunch line and got my food, then I went to the back of the cafe to find our lunch table.

Eventually, Lauren came in the cafe. She took forever to get her food. When she saw me, she walked over and sat down across from me. I smiled when I saw her. I was thinking about what I had done, though, and smiling took great effort.

"You feeling any better?" She asked.

"Better and worse," I said. Seeking comfort, I put my hand on the table, hoping she'd put hers in it. She did, then, she squeezed my hand.

"Why better and why worse?" She asked.

"Better because I got to say those things to someone who had hurt you," I said. "It felt so good to defend you and let Taylor know how wrong he was. I wanted to make him hurt like you hurt you, even though I knew my words couldn't do it. But anything I could do to him in that moment felt like the right thing to do."

"Why worse?" She asked.

I looked down, wondering how to phrase my answer, then, I looked back at her. "Worse because how I acted with Taylor isn't me. You don't need me to defend you, Laur. I know you took care of things your self. It was never my battle to fight unless you asked me to get involved. You didn't, and I jumped in."

I locked eyes with her, hoping she would understand. I liked her too much to even think about something like that happening.

Then she did the most unexpected thing. She rubbed her thumb on top of mine. I forced myself not to appear too content with what she was doing, but it felt like heaven. Then she leaned closer to me.

"Drew," she started. "You did what you felt was right in the moment. You defended me. Stood up for me. I know that I didn't ask you to do anything, but it felt good to have someone do that for me." She smiled. It was tiny, but a smile is a smile. "That's the selfish side of me," she continued. "The other half of me stood there wishing you weren't fighting at all. I hated that you had been dragged into drama from my life and you were involved at all."

"So, we both feel better and worse, huh?" I asked.

She nodded. "Guess so."

"At least we both feel the same way together." I said. And at that moment, I really wanted to kiss her. I almost did, actually. But then I realized we were still in the cafe. So I settled for just kissing her hand.