Disclaimer: I Don't own MIOBI
A/N: The idea of Lauren and Razor came to me after the scene in "The Great Wall" when Kaylie and Carter kiss. I thought "there goes Lauren's chance." then I thought about Razor, the other rejected character, and what would happen if they met while they were both sad and vulnerable? Hence my story.
Razor sighed as he walked towards the Pizza Shack, hoping that he wouldn't see Damon or Emily tonight. He stopped, surprised to see a snazzy car in the parking lot. He was even more surprised when he saw the driver. It was that blond girl, the snotty one, from the Rock. She was just sitting there in her car, and when he looked closer he could see that she was crying. He stopped and knocked on her window. She started, then rolled it down.
"What do you want?" she snapped. He stared at her, unfazed.
"Are you okay?" She snorted.
"Clearly, I'm not okay," she mumbled. "God, what am I even doing here? I have to go."
"Wait!" She stopped, looking at him. "I'm a good listener," he offered. She stared him down for a moment.
"Get in," she said. He walked around the car and got in the passengers seat. She turned to look at him.
"I fell in love with Carter Anderson when I was 13," she began. Razor just looked into her eyes, his gaze steady. "Then he fell for Kaylie, my best friend. They dated in secret for almost a year... when she told me I felt so betrayed. Then that kegger..." she trailed off. Her eyes filled with tears again. Razor reached over and gently placed a hand over hers. She took a deep breath.
"I was angry at my father. He was angry at Kaylie and he was drunk. We had sex and it was awful. Then he still chose Kaylie and I started to hate her. It became this huge competitive thing between us. Then Carter came to stay at my house. When I found out he and Kaylie were back together, I realized I didn't hate her. I hated myself," Lauren finished, her eyes teary again. Razor sat back, a little surprised by the way she'd opened up to him.
"You must think I'm a slut," Lauren mumbled. Razor glanced over at her.
"No," he said finally. "You're not. You sound like a normal teenager caught in a bad situation." She looked over at him, her greenish-brown eyes sad.
"Lauren, you're a beautiful, talented, smart girl," he said softly. "Why are you wasting your time on a guy who treated you badly?" Lauren looked over at him again.
"I don't know," she said. "I really don't." She glanced at her watch.
"Listen, thank you for listening to me," she said. "It really means a lot. And for all the things you said." Razor smiled, then leaned over and pressed his lips against hers gently, just for a moment.
"If you ever need to talk again, you can usually find me here," he said softly. He got out of the car and walked into the Shack. Lauren touched her lips, wondering what the hell had just happened- and why she had liked it.
Okay so here it is- the unlikely pairing of two lonely people. I chose to show the softer and more vulnerable side of Lauren here. Let me know what you think. Was originally a one-shot, but there's room for a multi-chapter story if that's what you want!