Day 55: Bo's POV
Me: I'm board. (12:23 a.m.)
Me: I meant bored. Lol. What are you doing? (12:23 a.m.)
Lauren: I'm dying of boardom... (12:23 a.m.)
Me: Harhar clever, clever doctor. (12:23 a.m.)
Lauren: I thought so. (12:23 a.m.)
Me: So...what are you doing? (12:24 a.m.)
Lauren: I wasn't kidding, I am still on probation here. I'm stuck sleeping here for the first week. (12:23 a.m.)
Me: What? Why? (12:24 a.m.)
Lauren: Strangely enough these women are not big on the term trust. I am not even supposed to have my phone but I smuggled it in. (12:24 a.m.)
Me: I must say prison has been a bad influence on you doctor, less then a week and you're already committing criminal offenses. (12:24 a.m.)
Lauren: Please, smuggling is the least of the offensives I've committed. (12:25 a.m.)
Me: Please do go on, (12:25 a.m.)
I roll onto my back careful not to pull the phone too far from the wall trying not to pull the charger out. It's ridiculous but I know I'm smiling from ear to ear waiting for her to text me back like I'm back in high school.
I can't lie I had spent the past hour and a half texting with Dyson but I just don't find myself having the same reaction to him anymore. He can be flirty, sweet, noble and all of that and it's nice, it really is but I just don't react the same way to him as I use to. I don't react the same way to him as I do to her and if I really think about it I don't think I ever reacted to him the same way I do to her. She is this amazing, unsolvable, wonderful problem that just shakes up my whole world.
Picking the phone up off my chest my smile fading a bit seeing she still hasn't text back—guess I struck a cord with that last text.
Me: You know I think I have something I can send you that will make your night better.(12:30 a.m.)
Lauren: A picture of you in a compromising position? (12:30 a.m.)
I can feel my smile turn to a smirk as I reread the text and can't help but shyly chuckle I can't believe I am actually over here blushing about a text—she isn't even here. I shake my head against the pillow laughing at myself again.
Me: Well it was going to be a picture of this monkey with a banana on it's head but we can definitely explore your suggestion now that I know it's on the table. (12:31 a.m.)
Lauren: Well in all fairness and honesty, that option is always on the table. (12:31 a.m.)
Me: Okay so this is Lauren right? My Lauren? You know sexy and shy doctor who blushes when I get too close to her. (12:31 a.m.)
Lauren: Your Lauren huh? (12:31 a.m.)
Me: Like how that is the part you focused on and not the sexy and blushy part. (12:32 a.m.)
Lauren: I have selective reading skills. (12:32 a.m.)
Me: Selective reading skills? (12:32 a.m.)
Lauren: Yes, it's kind of like your selective listening skills. (12:33 a.m.)
Me: You got jokes tonight I see. (12:33 a.m.)
Lauren: Oh yeah, plan to do a show in fifteen. (12:33 a.m.)
Me: Sarcasm as well as criminal behavior and suggestive undertones? Be still my heart, (12:33 a.m.)
Lauren: They weren't really undertones it was pretty blatant (12:34 a.m.)
Me: Hey, hey watch the attitude. (12:34 a.m.)
Lauren: Yes ma'am. (12:34 a.m.)
Me: I know this may be a little off topic and slightly inappropriate but that was soooo hot. I don't suppose you can call me and say that in that low, husky whisper thing you do? Please, (12:35 a.m.)
Lauren: I'll get right on that. Soon as I get this picture (12:35 a.m.)
Me: The monkey or the other? (12:35 a.m.)
Lauren: The monkey, (12:36 a.m.)
Lauren: You KNOW which one. (12:36 a.m.)
God this woman is amazing. I know people think she is completely cold and very introverted and well she can be at times but underneath she is just pure amazingness—and yes if I ever said that too her she would tell me that wasn't a word but it's true.
Since she ran off to play hero we haven't really talked much well—this would be the first time since that night we looked over the file together but there is just something about her, something about our relationship that feels so—comfortable-so familiar. We can be apart for days or weeks and then we see each other or start talking and bam, it's like no time has passed. It just feels right.
She feels right.
Me: See the problem with you is that I never know how serious you are. (12:41 a.m.)
Lauren: I'm trapped in a prison all by myself for the past week-I know how to be nothing other than serious at this point in my life. (12:41 a.m.)
Me: Mm-hm. See you say this then I attempt something daring and then we are like oh boy we were just playing and its this whole big deal and I end up all blushing and embarrassed. (12:41 a.m.)
Lauren: I think that was your way of telling me you are to shy to follow through. (12:41 a.m.)
Me: Is that a challenge? (12:42 a.m.)
Lauren: No (12:42 a.m.)
Me: Sounded like one Doc. (12:42 a.m.)
Lauren: I am not responsible for how things sound to you...Bugs. (12:42 a.m.)
"What the hell is going on in here?"
I look up almost jumping at the sound of Kenzi's voice accompanied by the sound of the door flying open. Eyes adjusting from the brightness of the screen to the darkness of the room I see she is standing there hands on her hips with her sleepy-angry face.
"Nothing why?"
"It sounds like Handsy the Tickle Monster broke in here and is torturing you to death,"
"What?" I laugh out scooting up the bed.
"For the past twenty minutes all I hear is you laughing up here. What's going on?"
"What? Nothing," I shake my head and can feel the tops of my cheeks heat a bit.
"Mm-hm, well just invite D-Man over already so I know to put my earphones on." she shakes her head and lets out a yawn while she is trying to scowl at me before turning around.
"Or we could just invite Hale over to keep you company,"
"Shut up!" she yells slamming my door shut and I can't help but laugh aloud again.
Lauren: Did you forget I am here or did you find your stray? (12:49 a.m.)
Me: Retract the claws. (12:49 a.m.)
Me: You got me in trouble with Kenz (12:49 a.m.)
Lauren: Oh did she sense I was distracting you from throwing yourself at a certain canine? (12:49 a.m.)
Me: Once again I say retract the claws. (12:49 a.m.)
Lauren: I have no claws, I am a mere human. Claw-less, fang-less—fur-less and flea-less. (12:50 a.m.)
Me: LMAO REALL? REALLY? (12:50 a.m.)
Lauren: What? (12:50 a.m.)
"Shut up, up there!"
The faint sound of Kenzi yelling up to me only makes me laugh more. I honestly can't help it at this point between Lauren and Kenzi's fits I just can't keep from laughing. I am trying though-sorta.
Lauren: If you are busy I can let you go. (12:52 a.m.)
Me: He isn't here Lauren and I am not focused on anyone other than you. So please retract your claw-less claws and remember how cute I am. (12:52 a.m.)
Lauren: I am perfectly aware how cute you are Bo, I just don't want to keep you from doing something—you would prefer. (12:52 a.m.)
Me: Ow. (12:52 a.m.)
Lauren: So how is your crime spree coming along? Hale filled me in that you would be coming to aid me soon. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: It's good so far, its surprisingly easy to play a naughty succubus. (12:53 a.m.)
Lauren: I bet. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: I can't tell if that was an insult of not. (12:53 a.m.)
Lauren: Nope. (12:54 a.m.)
Me: You sure. (12:54 a.m.)
Lauren. Yep. (12:54 a.m.)
I roll onto my side unplugging my phone and scowl at the screen as if she can tell the look I'm giving her. I swear she can get so passive aggressive—sometimes its cute other times—not so much.
Me: Okay you want honesty. I was talking to Dyson for almost two hours and he was his normal noble, charming, manly self and it was nice. (12:56 a.m.)
Lauren: Good. Knowing you won't be left alone I won't feel bad going to sleep now. Goodnight. Or happy wolfing—whichever. (12:56 a.m.)
Me: BUT all I kept thinking about the whole time was wanting to talk to you. (12:56 a.m.)
Me: AND even though you've been a PAIN in my butt most of the time talking to you hasn't been nice it's been great. (12:56 a.m.)
Me: So if you don't want to talk anymore fine but there was no need to be upset. You have my full attention...you always do. (12:57 a.m.)
Sighing as I bury my face into my pillow I place the phone down beside me and am fully accepting the fact that I am done talking to her tonight. Once she gets irritated about something, especially Dyson she tends to shut down and why would tonight be any different?
Lauren: I miss you. (1:00 a.m.)
Me: Is that 'I miss you' like you miss me as a part of your home and life you aren't allowed to return too or...? (1:00 a.m.)
Lauren: I miss you. (1:00 a.m.)
Me: ….that isn't really an answer. (1:00 a.m.)
Lauren: How much more of an answer do you need? (1:00 a.m.)
Me: I miss you too. (1:01 a.m.)
Me: I miss our little vacation trips, I keep thinking about them and keep thinking of ways I could have better taken advantage. (1:01 a.m.)
Lauren: Me too...(1:01 a.m.)
Me: Really? (1:01 a.m.)
Lauren: Yes. I know I threw a lot of the blame on you but...there was plenty of blame to go around. (1:02 a.m.)
Lauren: I admit I was trying to make you jealous with Alicia. And for as much as I said you did not make an effort in retrospect I did not make much of one either. (1:02 a.m.)
Me: It's okay. We both messed up. (1:02 a.m.)
Lauren: I really wish we would have taken advantage of that last hotel room though. Did you see that bed it was huge. (1:02 a.m.)
Me: Lmao. Wow I need to text you more often. (1:02 a.m.)
Lauren: I agree. (1:02 a.m.)
Me: I'm getting the feeling I need to do a lot of things more. (1:02 a.m.)
Lauren: I wouldn't be opposed to that idea. (1:03 a.m.)
Me: Good to know. (1:03 a.m.)
I can't help the smile that won't remove itself from my face sticking around even through the back to back yawns that escape me. I reach down pulling the sheet up over me and nuzzle into the pillow as my eyes heavy.
Me: I'm sleepy but I don't want to stop talking to you. (1:04 a.m.)
Lauren: I know the feeling. (1:04 a.m.)
Me: You always seem to know what I'm feeling. (1:04 a.m.)
Lauren: I'm just that good. (1:04 a.m.)
Me: You are—better than good ;) (1:04 a.m.)
Lauren: Even falling asleep you still flirt. Adorable. (1:04 a.m.)
Me: I'm not falling asleep. (1:05 a.m.)
Lauren: I bet you are. (1:05 a.m.)
Me: I bet I am are. (1:05 a.m.)
Lauren: What? (1:05 a.m.)
Me: I meant I am not. (1:05 a.m.)
Lauren: I wish I was in my bed. (1:05 a.m.)
Me: I wish you were here. (1:05 a.m.)
Lauren: Me too.. (1:06 a.m.)
Me: Good, that way I won't feel so bad about pretending you're here with me. (1:06 a.m.)
Me: I miss you sleeping with me. (1:06 a.m.)
Me: I meant in the bed. Yeah I miss the other way too but I didn't mean it like that I was trying to be sweet. (1:06 a.m.)
Lauren: It's okay I understood...I'm doing the same honestly. (1:07 a.m.)
Me: Good. (1:07 a.m.)
Lauren: Sweet dreams Bo, (1:07 a.m.)
Me: Sweet dreams beautiful. (1:07 a.m.)
I smile lazily into my pillow and try to keep my eyes open but it's pointless. My body has relaxed beyond the point of return and the thought of Lauren sleeping behind me, arm around my waist, her scent fresh in my memory works so much better with my mind quickly drifting off.
Sweet dreams indeed.