"Lauren… could it be… well… Do you like me?"
Lauren opened her mouth slowly, but couldn't speak. She felt the heat of her own face, her cheeks were burning of embarrassment. How… does she know? Well… what… DOES she know? Because… it's not like I like her… like… LIKE her… is it? … No?! She gasped slightly, escaping Amy's look. "Wha… no… No, what?!" She stuttered, but cursed herself immediately for it.
Amy was surprised by Lauren's reaction and looked at her with a frown. "Well… you… cuddled …with me just a few moments ago, so I assumed that we're not… enemies?" She noticed how Lauren swallowed and how she stroked her blonde hair behind her ear. You could do this as well. Touching her soft hair, caressing it. Well… these were new thoughts. Where did they came from? "Are we… friends, Lauren? Like… real friends?"
'Friend.' Lauren took a deep breath, she looked at Amy, nervously, but also very softly. Amy didn't see her like that very often. "… I … think so?" She mumbled, returned Amy's look, before she laughed weakly. "But you don't have to spread this, do you?" She gestured between them, talking of the quite intimate situation they just had. Why did the heat in her face not vanish?!
Amy shook her head, smiling a little bit. She seemed relieved. "So... but… when we're friends it's okay touching each other, right?" Well creep. That sounded SO WRONG. Wow. Lauren's confused expression seemed to say more than thousand words. Very well, Amy. It was so nice, but you've scared her away. Great. She just wanted to say, that it's okay for them to comfort each other, because they were friends. She also cuddled with Karma, so why not with Lauren? You don't want to draw that parallel, do you, Amy? REALLY?
Amy couldn't be serious about that. It was a joke. A bad joke. Lauren looked at her warily. "You wish!" She simply answered, lifting one eyebrow, though she didn't feel like she was in her bitch-mood.
Before this situation could be even weirder – was that even possibly? – Lauren smirked at Amy and changed the topic. "Well, do you know what I'm wishing for? My ice cream!" A laugh escaped from Amy. Fortunately her stepsister changed the topic. "I knew you would need time to … well… 'get ready for bed'" Amy couldn't resist grinning at her suggestive words. "So I put it back in the freezer." She let herself fall behind on her bed. "That means, you have to go and get it." So, like getting someone? Lauren turned around, watching Amy, who was lying on her bed, with a small smile of her face. "You're terrible." She glared at Amy and leaned in. "Maybe I'll think about that 'friend'-thing once again." Slowly she laid down next to the other on her stomach, resting her head on her arms, while studying Amy. She noticed, how her heart was still beating faster than usual.
"I talked with Anthony. But… god. I don't know. He's such an idiot. I kissed him. I don't know why. I wished I wouldn't have." Her voice softened to a whisper. Why did she tell that? But Amy's face was trustworthy.
"Reagan dumped me." Amy answered in a whisper as well. When she mentioned her name, her heart began to ache again, tears were burning in her eyes again. Well. The last minutes seemed too good to be true. Of course the pain was still there. Of course she was disappointed and sad and… desperate. Reagan was an amazing girl and… "WHAT?!" Amy's thoughts were disrupted by Lauren's piercing voice. She looked at her in shock. "I … mean… Why?! And why did you let me whine over all of my crap?!" Amy could tell, that Lauren was very angry. She raised a little bit to look at Amy with a concerned expression.
"Well. You were the one crying. What should I do? But besides that, I don't know if you're even interested in this whole relationship-shit, since this 'thing' of you and Theo." Amy admitted with a weak voice and smiled at Lauren. It was clearly a faked smile. Lauren stared at Amy a few minutes, while curling her lips. Slowly she reached out and caressed tenderly about Amy's cheek, wiping a tear away. "But now you're the one crying." She was right. The blonde didn't noticed that she'd began crying. Where Lauren placed her fingers on her, Amy's skin began to tingle, her heart was beating fast. With an almost soft smile Lauren stroked strands of hair from Amy's face.
And you were wondering if you like her.
Amy smelt the perfume of her stepsister, while her crying turned into sobbing. After a few minutes she explained: "She is… angry… and don't want to be with me anymore, because I am not only into girls." Lauren looked confused. "But… I thought this with Liam was a 'mistake'." She air-quoted. "I thought you were a … well… a lesbian?"
Amy shook her head weakly and slipped closer to the smaller girl, almost touching her body with her own. "I am just… so … confused…" She mumbled, looking with tearfully eyes at Lauren. Oh yes. Very confused, to be exactly. Or why do her fingers feel this amazing on your skin? "But… you… do like girls…, don't you?" Amy blushed slightly, feeling dizzy by watching in Lauren's big eyes. Finally she nodded feebly, smiled a little bit. "Then… Reagan is just a bitch." Amy giggled about Lauren's words, because they were so similar to the ones at their parent's wedding. "Don't giggle! I am right! You just have a thing for those bitches, haven't you?" Lauren raised her voice a little bit and punched Amy playfully. "But you're … kind of a bitch, too. So I would have a thing for you too, wouldn't I?" Well done, Amy. You're really discreet.