*HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been forever and a day (I think I'm funny and clever sometimes) since I've updated this story and honestly there is no real why it's taken me so long so I'm not going to make excuses. I'm sorry if this isn't what you guys were waiting for but I feel as though the Karmy portion has spoken for itself and Lily needed some sort of closure. But I think I'm going to leave this as the last chapter for this particular fanfic and work on a spin off maybe that is a LaurenxLily backstory sorta thing and maybe even take some request if you guys have any or want me to write more! Feel free to message me ideas either on here or you can find me on tumblr at adoringthesweetthings P.S A special shout out goes to CarpeDee.m because otherwise I would have procrastinated writing this until I died... Gotta love faithful followers 3 *
Lily POV:
As I look down at Lauren, I can't help but laugh. The expression on her face would put all memes to shame. This girl could seriously pull off some terrible faces. I would know, I've seen my fair share of sour expressions from my days on the streets. When she feels me laughing on top of her her expression lightens and the caring, fun-loving Lauren that only I know replaces the if-looks-could-kill, bitch-faced devil that I have just tackled. I can see the outline of a smile on her cheeks and a huge smile plants itself on my face.
"Come on, let me see those cute little dimples." I coo at her but she rolls her eyes and then her head to the side trying to hide the tell-tale signs of her smile.
"You gotta admit, that was pretty funny. I mean I did sorta go all Jacqueline Chan on you. My ninja skills would definitely earn me a black belt."
I smile proudly moving off her and holding out my hand to help her up. She giggles softly and it's a lovely sound that I don't hear often. I know the main reason is because her pills make it hard for her but it's the rare moments like these, where her guard slips and she lets me see the girl she is underneath all that tough exterior and smart-ass sass, that I would wait forever to witness. She clears her throat as if she's trying to cover up the giggle and takes my offered hand. When I pull her up, I notice she has a bag from a gas station in her left hand and I, being the nosy, curious girl that I am, go to reach for it and examine it's contents only to be swatted on the hand by a disapproving Lauren. I pull my hand back and give her my best pouty face while cradling my hand to my chest. She heaves a sigh and shakes her head at me.
"Oh please. Stop with the pouty face, you know I'm I gonna show you what I have. Besides, you already know it's for you anyway."
I smile at her and drop my hands to my sides, of course I know whatever it is is for me. Anything she brings to where I'm staying is always for me, she loves to bring me things. After the first time I refused to accept what she brought me and she broke down into tears I have yet to be able to resist her surprises. Seeing her cry was definitely on my list of things I never want to see again, along with a heart broken Amy, and the exterior male reproductive organ. Ugh. Just that thought makes me wanna gag.
"Okay can I have it now please?" I smile brightly like a kid at Christmas and she smiles back, shaking her head.
"You and that damned smile. You get me every time."
I tilt my head and look at her with curiosity now. She's never said anything like that to me before and, pinch me if I'm wrong, but it came out as almost flirty. But that can't be because Lauren just sees me as her project and she's straight. Our relationship is almost symbiotic. She provides me with necessities and I provide her with a means of distraction. She works to fix me and I work to ease her anxiety. It's a win-win situation. As far as I know, all I am to her is a jumbled puzzle waiting to be solved whereas she is my reason to change my habits and break my old ways. She's looking at me and for a second I swear her pupils dilate but then she's ridged and cold again.
"Here." She says almost grumpily as she thrusts her hand with the bag in it out to me. I shake off my wayward thoughts and take the bag eagerly. Turning around I gently shake the contents onto my bed. Out falls two of my favorite movie of all time, House on Haunted Hill (the 1959 and 1999 version because I love old horror films and because the newer one is nightmare inducing), a king sized Heath bar, a lemon flavored Brisk tea, sour patch kids, and a piece of paper. Everything in the bag, with the exception of the mystery paper, is on my list of favorite things. I reach down and grab the paper before turning around and reading it out loud. I can't help the excitement bubbling inside me as I read "Lauren Cooper Coupon- Coupon good for one free movie session. (Food & Drinks provided) Offer ends on receiving day." I can't resist and I pull her into my arms for a hug even though she hates physical contact with most people. I can hear her surprised gasp but when she doesn't pull away and I feel her arms wrap around my waist and rub small circles on my back I realize I'm shaking. And to make it worse, I'm crying too. Maybe I wasn't as strong as I thought. It just took someone who cares for me in return to make me see that losing Amy took a bigger toll on my heart than I had realized. Lauren whispers sweet nothings into my ear and lets me cry. I pull her as close as possible and rest my head in the crook of her shoulder because she's just the right size for my head to fit there perfectly even though I'm taller than her. Something in me snaps and I become hyper aware of everything Lauren. She smells like fresh baked sweet bread and it's intoxicating. Her hands are now bringing goosebumps to my arms and I glare down at the traitorous hairs as they rise all the way from my wrists to my biceps. I need space from her so I clear my throat and go to step away. Never ceasing to surprise me, Lauren doesn't loosen her grip. In fact, she holds me tighter against her and I stand frozen in her arms.
"Let's just stay like this for a while okay?" She asks and leans her head against my chest and I hope she doesn't hear my heart skip a beat. I don't trust myself to speak so I just nod against her shoulder. I'm by no means over Amy but maybe I've been missing something real that's always been just under my nose. Maybe I won't have to be so broken after all.