A/N: I know Lauren is kind of a crazy girl (and I for one think that's a good thing) and she has shit luck with love, but I just think she needs to figure her shit out and then find a boy who can appreciate her. I might be just as crazy, but I think Razor could be that boy. Check it.

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Pizza Boy and Loony Girl

Lauren knows there's cause for worry a month into seeing Razor. Technically, they aren't seeing each other because she isn't supposed to date (Rock rules) and he just doesn't care to slap labels on things (Razor rules) so they aren't a couple even if Lauren's instincts tell her to lock him down. She lives for labels and certainty, but even in her head she hasn't defined this thing they're doing. If she's being honest, she's a little afraid to.

Things are just so good. Too good maybe.

The doorbell rings when Lauren is idly flipping through an old issue of Inside Gymnastics. She mildly entertains the idea of giving him his own key to save her from having to get up. It's all her laziness, of course, not because she trusts him enough to give him unrestricted access to her "giant ass house" as he calls it. Fighting the idea and flipping the magazine closed, Lauren stands up and smoothes the wrinkles from her sweater.

In the beginning, she would have most likely had a heart attack, planning and obsessing if she knew he was coming over. She'd wear a sexy little outfit, trying to impress him. At one point she even recognized how low-budget porno this all seemed (lonely girl meets pizza boy), but that's all in the past. Now she just trudges to the door in an off the shoulder sweater and shorts. It's become routine and interestingly enough, she isn't bored. If anything, he's the one stable thing in her life, her rock away from the Rock.

Lauren pulls open the door to find her hot guy friend-ish who she occasionally makes out with and sometimes even more. Razor. Super hot. Probably destined to spend his entirely life at the Pizza Shack. Charming. Too charming.

"Someone's late," Lauren says with the best I'm-in-charge-you-little-bitch tone she can muster. However, it seems the more she tries to be intimidating, the bigger his smile grows.

"Duh. I had to pick up Emily," he says matter-of-factly. He's standing there on the welcome mat, all six feet of him. He's so tall and gangly like one of those rubbery pencils that are for some reason irrationally amusing. Sometimes Lauren is convinced he's skinnier than she is and it bugs her a bit, but she's sure she's more muscle than he is and therefore she wins.

"Emily Kmetko?" Lauren asks. Bitch stare on. "Can I ask why?"

"Because she needed a ride…?" Razor says. He takes a step towards her and Lauren blocks the doorway, staring him down. "Oh, Temple of the Forbidden Eye, you've lost me in your gaze and now I need to tell you all my secrets. It's true. I didn't just drop off my super platonic friend, Emily because her baby daddy is off sowing his wild oats. I asked to borrow a DVD too and in her seductive voice, with her kid napping in the next room, Emily Kmetko begged me to make sweet love to her on her brother's—"

Lauren starts to shut the door and luckily, Razor is quick enough to step in and stop her. He knows she frickin' hates that though he thinks it's because she finds it annoying. Really, Lauren hates when he pokes fun at her insecurities without even realizing.

"Lo, I'm joking," he says, pushing on the door just enough so she doesn't completely crush his hand in the doorway. "Lauren, c'mon. I'm here and, baby, I wanna be here."

Lauren hates the way he does that. For one he calls her baby and it makes her quiver. He touches her heart so easily and with words, not even touches, though the touching is fucking great too. Lauren growls irritably, already imagining that dopy grin of his when she opens the door again and lets him in.

The first thing he does when they're standing there in the foyer is swoop down to kiss her. Razor kisses her just to say hello, when he's upset at goodbyes and just because he feels like it. With Carter it was never like this. With Carter and now that she thinks about it, Max too, Lauren nearly lost her mind over earning affection or doing things as a desperate plea so they wouldn't leave her. With Razor, it's different and she still finds that unsettling.

"I brought pizza," Razor says once they pull away.

"Like you always do, pizza boy," Lauren replies dreamily. Her lips still ting from that kiss.

"Gluten free margarita," Razor says, rolling his r's in that dorky yet confident way he does everything. Lauren starts to wonder how a dork like him can get with a total hot gymnastics goddess like her, but then Razor looks at her with his soft, green eyes and he whispers, "I know it's your favorite."

Then she remembers. He's different and sweet and everything he does is super fucking cute.

"But I don't know your favorite movie," Razor shyly admits.

"Oh, so after you banged Emily in her brother's wheelchair—yes, Razor, I knew you were going to say wheelchair—you forgot to grab the DVD? That was the whole point of entering her crack den and you didn't get it? Some Indian Jones you'd make," she says. Lauren can joke in her own way and she catches herself doing it more and more when he's around.

"Hey. I prefer sweet, tender lovemaking. Banging? I've never got that slang. You bang drums or cymbals or heads, not a potential, future wifey," Razor says matter-of-factly. "And I'm curious. Really, how did you know I was going to say wheel chair?"

"Oh God. Razor, I think I'm actually getting to know you."

"Well, I'm having a blast getting to know you," Razor says. "So, favorite movie?"

"Pretty in Pink," she replies.

"Hmm, I bet you do look pretty in pink," he says, wiggling his brows. Lauren rolls her eyes. She starts to walk away and Razor jumps to her side, balances the pizza box on one hand while sliding his arm around her waist, tugging her close as they make their way to the couch that isn't too far off. "You know, my friends say you're, well, a little bat shit crazy. Around the Pizza Shack they call you loony Lauren, but that's mostly Carter's doing..."

Razor plut the pizza down on the coffee table and plops down on the couch while Lauren remains standing, arms crossed, a little offended.

"Well," Lauren takes a breath, "my friends say you're poor and dirty."

Razor's forehead crinkles, taken aback. "Baby, who are these people you call your friends?"

"Are you going to make your point any time soon, Ray?"

"I'm just saying that a lot of people talk, especially in Boulder, but I want you to know that I don't care," he says, so proud of himself and Lauren finds that pride extra infectious. He takes her hand and leads her over to sit with him on the couch. "I like you, Lauren Tanner, and we both know I can't be your sugar daddy baller because, well, I'm a pizza boy, but I think I'd make a pretty awesome boyfriend…your boyfriend, specifically."

Lauren only hesitates a little. So many times before she'd rush into things with boys, literally jumped on them and clung on for dear life and pushed them into relationships. She made it a point not to do that with Razor because they really have something good here. She doesn't want it to be something else she blindly ruins.

"Yes," Lauren says.

Razor sits up a little straighter, his eyes locked on hers. "So you're saying you'll be my girlfriend?"

"If that's what you want," Lauren says. She tries to give him her and that better be what you want eyes, but somehow her intent gets lost and she just looks…vulnerable.

"Without question," Razor says. "As long as you don't mind my poorness and dirtiness."

Lauren laughs. "I think I can make an exception for you."

"Same here…loony Lauren."

"Don't call me that, like, ever again," she snaps.

"Sure thing, babe."

Lauren rolls her eyes and Razor pulls her in close, sweetly kissing her. There's something so calming about being with him. Usually, Lauren is constantly thinking, constantly moving, constantly trying to predict what she has to do next to make sure things stay perfect. With Razor, they can just kiss a little and lie together on the couch and watch movies from the 80s.

And he lets her put in Pretty in Pink first and later she actually sits through his boring (though admittedly Indiana Jones is kind of a hottie) Raiders of the Lost Ark and more and more Lauren thinks, wow, maybe this is what a balanced relationship really is.

A/N: Might turn this into a series of Lo/Ray oneshots. I kinda want to do a monster awkward Lauren/Razor/Steve/Summer dinner date. Oh, my written crack addiction. Maybe. What do you think? Review.

xoxo