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Lauren's POV

My phone buzzed for the eighth time tonight, I know because I counted. The first two were long buzzes, as if someone were calling. The third buzz was short like a text, and the forth long, like another call. By the fifth buzz, I knew exactly who it was. To be honest, I knew who it was before the buzzing even started.

I was out to dinner with the incomparable Dr. Isaac Taft; an opportunity of a lifetime that I had actually dreamed of but never thought would actually happen. It was a chance that could not be squandered, and a moment not to be interrupted. I had put my phone on vibrate for that very reason. I knew that in about an hour or so, I would be bombarded with calls and text from my ever so loving, ever so caring, ever so forgetful, ever so late girlfriend.

When I first started dating Bo, I quickly came to the realization that there would be times when I would come second to more important, pressing matters. In the beginning, us and our relationship had been number one, making me number one. But as time went on and things began to happen, I slid to second. Then to third and on to fourth. Until I looked up, and I was dead last.

When had I accepted last place as an acceptable position on the totem pole of priorities in my girlfriend's life? When had I acquiesced for fleeting moments and half assed after thoughts? When had it become ok for us not to talk or see each other for days, sometimes weeks at a time, because she had other things to do? When had I settled?

I was brought back from my questionnaire of intensive thought by Isaac's curious voice. "Wow, you're quite popular. Aren't you Dr. Lewis?" He looked at my phone, that was facing down on the table and had just vibrated again. His eyebrows raised as he smirked as if he was really curious about who was calling. For some reason, I couldn't help but look down and blush in embarrassment before looking up in reflection, a nervous habit really. I think it was his playful nature that made him so intriguing.

We had been having a great time, talking and laughing about morphogenesis and RNA splicing. We had had several drinks by this mixologist who had to be some type of expert alcohol fae, and who Kenzi would have married on the spot if she were there. This was the most stimulating conversation I had had in mouths, years really, with someone who actually cared and understood what I was talking about.

I don't really interact with my peers in my field that much, no surprise there. If I'm not helping Trick or Dyson or Hale or Bo, I'm usually in the lab working on personal projects or helping Bo in other ways… if you know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Bo and our alone time, but sometimes it can be completely exhausting keeping up with the veracious appetite of a succubus, and it's always nice just to talk. So on the rare occasions when I am invited to join functions and gatherings with like minds, it's a breath of fresh air.

It's not that I don't like helping my friends and family or that they don't offer me stimulation with their conversations or in other ways. It's just nice to have a conversation where I don't feel like I'm boring everyone or like I have to refrain from saying certain things in fear of gaining a negative response, or too good of a response. I am admittedly a geek for all intents and purposes, so a big part of me is boring facts and weird antidotes. If I can't share that with others, especially those who I'm suppose to be able to be my complete self with, it feels like I'm losing myself in some way.

That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with Bo, she embraced all of me. All of my weird quirks and boring habits. In a world where I am constantly reminded of my differences in more than one way, she saw me and decided to love my differences regardless. Beyond that, she actually found them cute. I love that about her. She would let me go on for hours and hours about things that she had no idea about, just because she knew it made me happy. Oh, and because she found it sexy.

There I was again, thinking about Bo…

I stared down at my phone, which had somehow made its way into my hands. It buzzed another two or three times, I lost count (I know so uncharacteristic for me), before Isaac spoke again. "Go ahead." He motioned for me to answer it. Smiling coyly as a form of apology, I pressed the button, lighting up the screen before unlocking it. Four missed calls, three voicemails, and eight unanswered texts.

I unlocked my screen expecting a couple sentences explaining how she was so sorry and how she would make it up to me, mostly in inappropriate ways. Then there was probably a couple of text asking me if I was alright and telling me to call her back as soon as possible, since I hadn't answered my phone. I was fully prepared to send a concise reply to her even more concise attempts at apologizing. What I was met with however, was a huge paragraph and a lot of words.

Isaac must have seen the subtle surprise on my face, as I quickly skimmed over as many words as I could at one time.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh… yeah. It's just my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yeah." I hadn't been looking at him since I had shifted my focus on my phone until now. He looked amused, as if I had just revealed a hidden talent or an unlikely skill.

"She was supposed to come with me to the award ceremony tonight, but she never showed."

"Hence the avalanche of text."

"Mmhm." I offered as my eyes ran over the words. Being the perfectionist that I am and having a semi-photographic memory, I was able to pick up the key points in the messages. Dark pixie. Hand shake. Favor. Something about Tamsin and then Brazenwood. Scroll down to the pixie guy being named Balzac and this whole thing being her invitation to the dawning ceremony. Wow…

The texts continued with apologizing for lying and saying that she knew I looked beautiful in my dress. Then in true Bo Dennis fashion, she made a completely inappropriate innuendo for the situation and tried to backpedal to save face. It was all really cute actually. This little song and dance we played. I was all prepared to play along, but was interrupted by another text coming in.

Buzz. Childish? Did she just call me childish? Better yet, had she admonished my actions as if they were immature or unprovoked? I could tell that she was getting upset, which was completely ludicrous seeing as she was the one who blew me off at one of the most important times in my life. And here it comes with the back pedaling, again. Another call, two more texts.

At this point, I wasn't really sure why I was ignoring her calls. I wasn't still mad, not really. I had given up being mad at Bo for a lot of things a long time ago, and believe me, there was always something to be mad at Bo about. It was too exhausting. I wasn't hurt, was I? I mean I guess a little bit; I do have feelings. Maybe it was just to teach her a lesson, give her a piece of her own medicine. But I couldn't really be that childish, could I? … Dammit, I hate it when she's right.

The next message was her asking me to answer, just so she could know that I was okay. It wasn't on purpose, but I hate it when she does that. When she makes me feel bad for being mad at her for something she does. If I were angry, which I'm not anymore, I would be totally justified. The one time that something was about me, she chose again to make me last. But how could I be mad at someone who just wanted to make sure I was safe. That's the thing about Bo, I know that no matter what happens between us, she will always protect me.

Isaac and I had left the bar and were walking not too far from my loft. It was still fairly early, but Isaac was a total gentleman and didn't mind turning in a bit early. It was a brisk night, and would have actually been romantic, if I didn't have a girlfriend and all. For some reason, the thought of Bo walking up and seeing us as if we were on some type of first date made me chuckle. She would most definitely unleash a slew of colorful profanities before beating the crap out of Isaac. She could be so jealous sometimes, and the fact that she was impetuously territorial didn't help. I've always wondered if that was just a Bo thing, or a succubus thing.

Feeling bad, I opened my phone to answer. As I went to send a text saying that 'I am alright. Just need some time and will call you in the morning', Isaac spotted a little spot that served frozen ice cream. Getting completely sidetracked, I closed my phone and we went in.

By the time we had finished our ice cream and had walked around enough to work off the the affects of too much sugar, I had received three more texts. The first two were just my name with a bunch of exclamation and question marks. But the last one, the last one was definitely angry Bo. She hates to be ignored, which is pretty ironic. I was definitely not going to talk to her now.

Bo and I have a tendency of saying hurtful things that we don't mean when we're angry. I think it's a result of not communicating well on an everyday basis. If I called her now, she would most definitely give me a spiel about not answering her and making her worry. Then, I would probably comment about how crappy it felt to be ignored and asked her how it felt. Then she would ask what that meant and would say something along the lines of me being bitchy, undoubtedly in a raised voice. Which, in turn, would cause me to raise my voice as well, which was something that I am not prone to doing. Bo has a knack for that though, getting me to do things that I'm not prone to doing.

To avoid the snowball of regrettable words and shattered feelings, I just decided to let her calm down and to call her in the morning.

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I woke up fully rested, and with the slightest hangover. Considering how much Isaac and I had drank the night before, I was in good shape. After I finally turned off my phone, it was a no stress, no thinking, fun night. We had stayed out about an hour more just talking, before he walked me back home and I turned in.

I reached over for my phone that was still off. As I waited for it to turn on, I wondered what time it was and how many texts and massages I would have. I knew that it was later than I normally woke up because on most days, there was usually no one outside or even awake when I got up. Dammit, I wish I had remembered to turn my phone back on with my alarm. I hate to waste the day. Oh well.

When my phone finally turned on, I was greeted by several missed calls from Hale and Dyson, and nine text from Bo. It was 11:32. I closed my eyes and sighed knowing that I would have to address several unwanted things today. I sat up and opened my phone, reading Bo's messages.

The first couple of text were sent later last night, undoubtedly from angry Bo. I don't know who she thought she was fooling. Her and me both know that she has never been one to wait for anything. Her last text message of her trying to diffuse her previous anger, was sent a little after 10:30. That must've been the time that Kenzi took her phone and told her to chill the hell out. That was also probably the same time that the romcoms and chunky monkey ice cream was brought out.

Her first message from today actually made me smile. I love it when she calls me beautiful, even when I don't feel like it. I also love it when she uses my full name after she says she loves me. It makes it feel official, like a public declaration to the world of our love.

She says that she'll be busy today, but I can call her at anytime if I become "unmad" at her. Ha, of course that's not a word.

I scroll on and land on the last text of her explaining that she was referring to me when she said "my girl." She could be so cute sometimes, most of the times. And then back up to the text of her having to find a Uglug for her ceremony and asking if I was coming.

The ceremony. The Dawning! . . . . . Shit.