AN; First of all, Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and following and favoriting. just, thank you.
Some people have asked for me to specify a ship. I will, but not just yet.
I don't own lost girl. obviously.
She felt guilty for feeling so excited standing here. Then she felt stupid for feeling guilty because judging by the exit she'd made and the fact that she wasn't answering her texts; Bo clearly needed some space.
She let out a soft breath, things were getting too complicated too fast and she had a feeling deep down that it was only going to get worse. She had seen something that Bo clearly tried very hard to hide come to surface tonight and she knew that something had shifted.
She knew it.
What worried her though, is through all this confusion and guilt, she still found a way to be more excited to watch Sherlock with Lauren than she had been over anything in a really long time. That alone, even without factoring in all the other things that were happening, told her she had a problem.
And not a small one either.
The door opened startling her from her thoughts. Lauren stood before her a teasing smile on her face, looking impossibly cute in pyjamas that had pies and numbers drawn all over it.
''You've been standing out here for close to ten minutes.'' She informed Tamsin in a voice laced with amusement.
''I..I was texting someone.'' She lied not so smoothly. Lauren just shook her head and stood aside to let her pass.
She started peeling off her jacket, ''I'm sorry I'm late, something came up and I had to sort it out first before coming.''
''It's no problem,'' Lauren took her jacket from her, ''I hope you don't mind watching the series on my laptop. My father has a deep dislike for television, we've never had a set.'' She said pouting so adorably Tamsin found herself biting her lip so as not to smile.
''I don't mind.''
She followed the shorter blond as she led them to her bedroom. This was the first time Tamsin had ever been anywhere in Lauren's house other than the kitchen area. It was just as you'd expect it to be, intensely clean.
''So I um, I bought some snacks,'' she said nervously as she opened the door to what Tamsin assumed was her bedroom.
Uh, okay. When she said, 'some' snacks, Lauren seemingly meant the town's whole supply of snacks. Her bed was covered with snacks of every kind.
''Wow, that's... a lot of snacks.''
Lauren just stood there, shifting her weight from one leg to another, looking a bit uncomfortable,then she sighed.
''The thing is,I didn't know what you liked so I thought maybe I should buy what I like and maybe you would like it too, but then I realized tortillas weren't for everyone and what if you were a potato chips kind of girl? So I bought those too, in every flavor since it would have been unfair to buy you your favorite snack but not your favorite flavor of it. Then it occurred to me that maybe you were traditional and what's the traditional movie watching snack, popcorn, so I had to get them you see. Then I remembered that you really liked Oreo so I bought them, and other cookies too, just to be safe. That left me with drinks which was pretty simple because well, coca cola. Then I bought Pepsi too,just in case.'' She took a deep breath and smiled weakly.
Tamsin blinked, then blinked again; it took will power that she did not know she had not to attack Lauren's lips right then and there.
She was sure it's illegal to kiss someone without their consent.
...
When Lauren said that she was going to spend the night watching Sherlock, she meant that she was going to spend the night watching Sherlock.
After they had both chosen their snack of choice (Lauren went with Tortillas and Tamsin chose a packet of cookies whose name she couldn't pronounce but looked delicious enough) they had gotten comfortable under Lauren's sheets that smelled like the blond (a mixture of vanilla and honey and something else Tamsin couldn't place yet) surrounded by snacks, and Lauren had started the movie.
''Comfy?'' she asked Tamsin sweetly, her brown eyes soft and excited at the same time. Tamsin could only nod, that feeling that told her things were moving in a dangerous direction bubbling in her,only to be shot down by a feeling of delicious warmth, spreading all over her body right down to her toes.
''Good.'' Lauren grinned at turned to her laptop. Tamsin smiled, good indeed.
That 'good' was the last word Lauren had said to Tamsin for when she got immersed in the movie, there was clearly no way of getting to her. Tamsin could practically see her trying to think the way Sherlock was thinking. Her brown eyes were intensely concentrated and for a moment, Tamsin wished she could see just how the fascinating mind of Lauren Lewis worked. Even just a peek.
''That can't be scientifically accurate.'' Tamsin heard her mumble and she smiled and munched on her cookies.
Being friends with Lauren Lewis was pretty darn amazing.
...
''Tamsin. Tamsin wake up.'' A voice called her softly.
''No,'' she mumbled.
She heard a soft laugh, ''come on Tamsin, it's morning.''
''Don' care.''
''Don't make me pour water on you.''
Whoever it was that was waking her up shook her. Tamsin's sleepy mind wondered if whoever it was had some sort of death wish.
''Stop that.'' She was half awake now.
''Not until you wake up.''
''Fine, Jesus.'' She opened her eyes ready to kill whoever it was when she was met with Laure's laughing eyes.
''Lauren?''
''Finally!''
''What,'' she sat up and memories of a ridiculous amount of snacks and Lauren's ability to scientifically explain everything came back to her. She smiled, ''morning Sherlock.''
Lauren raised a brow, ''Sherlock?''
Tamsin nodded. They both had that hot nerdy thing going on. Not that she was going to tell Lauren that though.
''What time did we sleep?'' She asked rubbing her eyes and wondering how the room was so clean already.
''I slept at four. You on the other hand were out cold even before Sherlock died.''
Tamsin's eyes widened, ''he died?''
Lauren chuckled. ''Yes and no. It's a long story. Do you have anywhere to be this morning?''
''Yeah, work. I have to take the nine to three shift so I can have the afternoon off.''
So she could attend the party. God, just thinking of Bo or anything related to her brought her mood down a notch.
When had things started tangling themselves up like bitchy earphones?
''Well it's only seven now so you still have time to freshen up and come have breakfast with me. I made pancakes.''
Tamsin's eyes widened. The last time she had had homemade pancakes was seven years ago and she had stolen them.
''You're not like, messing with my mind or anything right? Cause that would be plain mean.''
''I never joke about pancakes Tamsin.'' Lauren said trying to be serious and failing badly. ''bathroom's first door to the left, I put a fresh towel and a toothbrush for you on the counter. Oh and don't use the toothpaste in the green tube labelled toothpaste, it's not toothpaste. And hurry, I hate cold pancakes.''
...
Breakfast with Lauren was quiet and more peaceful than anything Tamsin had ever experienced. They ate as Lauren read some magazine on medicine and Tamsin perused the newspaper. She only liked the sports and entertainment part.
Then they had coffee and Lauren talked a little about her experiments. Tamsin managed to make her promise to one day let her in on one. Lauren had laughed when saying yes. For some reason that made Tamsin feel accomplished.
When it was time to head home and change then rush to work, Tamsin really didn't want to go. Spending time with Lauren had put her on some sort of high for a reason unknown to her and she just knew that once she stepped into the world, that high would somehow be taken away and she really didn't want to part with it.
''I'll see you Monday .'' Lauren said softly as if reading Tamsin's mind.
''Yeah. Good luck in your experiments.''
''Thanks. Have fun at the party.''
...
Tamsin had been right, by the time two rolled by, her high was practically nonexistent.
Between having to deal with drunk people while she was sober and listening to Nadia bitch over how ungrateful her partner was, she had lost almost all her sanity.
''I'm off.'' She informed Nadia who was busy wiping glasses and still bitching about her ex to herself.
The curly haired girl frowned, ''you're done?''
''Yeah.'' They had divided closing duties amongst themselves; Trick had had most of the chairs shipped to the venue of Bo's party, so they were closing early today. Tamsin's duty had been to count the money and calculate the days profits she'd done it within half an hour.
''How?'' Nadia seemed genuinely surprised.
Tamsin shrugged, ''I take math lessons from a genius.''
...
When she arrived at Bo's party two hours later not only did she have no high at all, but she was also nervous as all actual fucks.
They hadn't spoken since Bo had pulled a Usain Bolt on Tamsin, not even a single text and Tamsin was a little wary of how things will play out.
This was Bo after all, you never really knew with her.
''You came.'' Speak of the devil.
Tamsin managed a weak, nervous smile ''I was invited.''
Bo smiled back. ''Yeah you were. I'm really glad you're here.''
''of course I'm here. You owe me unlimited amount of alcohol.''
Bo laughed and grabbed Tamsin's hand, ''let's go then.''
...
She was on the border of tipsy and wasted, leaning more towards wasted if the number of times she had stumbled on these stairs was to be taken into account.
Bo's party was amazing. Good food, good booze, hella annoying people. What? It was amazing, not perfect.
Speaking of Bo, she was a bitch and Tamsin was going to tell her to her face the next time she saw her. Who leaves their best friend alone during a party for four hours to go God knows where? Also, how was Tamsin supposed to tell which one of the a million and one doors in front of her was the washroom? Honestly, did Bo have to live in a freaking mansion? Why couldn't she live in a cozy comfy house, like Lauren's for example.
Now that was a nice house.
Fuck she needed to pee.
''ennie, minnie,minny...urgh fuck this¬'' she pushed a door open hoping against hope that it was a washroom and there was Bo, seated on a bed, holding a bottle of jack and crying her eyes out.
Right. This definitely wasn't the washroom.