I can't believe I'm finally happy with my girlfriends. How did they become my girlfriends? Well, let's take a little journey into what I like to call 'XFactor'. Shall we?
I passed my audition round like the other two girls. Even though I didn't want to. Sure, I love to sing but writing is my passion. I love the way I can express myself on paper or tell a story that no one else knows. It's so powerful.
Anyways, after I passed my audition round, I got sent to boot camp with a certain girl by the name of Lauren Michelle Jauregui. A beautiful Cuban straight from the 305. We flirted innocently for a while because I knew she had a boyfriend back home so I decided to respect that. You could tell she was a little disappointed but knew it was what my morals were. Which caused her to like me even more.
Then my papers during the middle of boot camp got fucked up and I found out I was supposed to be in another group, so I had to say goodbye to Lauren and hello to a new Cuban from Miami. Karla Camila Cabello. She was tinier, younger, and more innocent than the other girl but still highly attractive. Her and I flirted non stop. At first it just seemed like friendly loving, but it got to a point where an awkward silence covered us as we looked into each other's eyes. Those eyes. Hazelnut beauties.
Sadly it came back down to the show with each of us. I made it through to the next round as a solo artist, but the other two didn't. Even though I tried to not get emotionally attached to the two other competitors, it was sad to see them not make it. Then it happened. They were formed into a girl group which is now known as Fifth Harmony.
I was so psyched about being able to see those two girls at once. That's when it began.
I was asked to come over to Camila's house one afternoon thinking it would be just her and I alone like it had been for the past month or so. I mean, we never really did anything except laugh and cuddle on occasion. Nothing too serious to make it official.
I knocked on the front door. When the person opened it, I was shocked. "Lauren?" My eyes widened and my mouth almost dropped.
"Good to see you too, cutie." She replied with a smile that could make the Miami skies brighter. Lauren grabbed my hand and pulled me into Camila's living room to see the other girl on the couch flipping through the TV channels.
I flipped my SnapBack to the back and walked into the living room to give Camila a hug. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my waist, "Goon, you're here!"
"Goon?" Lauren asked sitting beside Camila.
Camila giggled before replying, "One day in boot camp I called her a goon and it's been her nickname ever since."
I sat on the other side of Camila and nodded, "Yup, that's also because I like the movie 'The Goonies'."
All three of us sat in an awkward stare at the TV before Lauren spoke up, "So, Y/N."
"So, Lauren." I replied.
"So, Camila." Camila said to herself with a chuckle.
"We need to talk, Y/N." Lauren breathed out slowly.
I sighed, "If this is about that one time I accidentally tripped you during rehearsal, I told you I was sorry."
Lauren giggled a little and Camila quickly followed behind her, "No, it's not about that at all."
"Oh well what is it?"
Camila turned the TV off to scoot closer to Lauren with a happy-go-lucky attitude.
"Do you like us?" Lauren asked with the most confident tone.
My eyes got big and my face started to change hues, "Um, what-what is this about?"
"Just answer." Lauren smiled.
That smile. Oh god. It could charm the spots off a leopard.
I scratched the back of my head in nervousness and slightly fixed the cap that was perched on my head. "Yeah, you're both really cool."
"No like, do you like us as in you think we're both attractive and you want to date either of us." Camila explained messing with her fingers.
"If this is a prank for the show I will never forgive you two."
"Stop stalling, crazy. It's not a prank." Lauren laughed.
"Well, then yeah. I do, but I mean. You're dating someone Laur, and I don't think Camila likes me in that way." I said half-heartedly before looking down at my lap.
"Then that means you get some good news." Lauren said to me in a husky voice. I looked up confused. "I broke up with my boyfriend the other night."
"And I do feel the same, Y/N. I don't know what crazy idea made you think I didn't." Camila rasped before licking her lips. That was her nervous habit but she made it look quite hot.
My face was blank, like usual, "I still don't know what you're trying to say. This is pretty random in all honesty. Is that why you asked me to come over?"
"No, we want to talk to you about this. Camila and I both really like you. I mean, it's kinda gonna be weird to date a girl since Mila hasn't even kissed someone yet and I have only dated one guy. So, we'll make it easy for you. We don't want to fight about it since we just got put into a group together. That means it's up to you." Lauren explained with her head held high almost as if she had planned on what she was going to say.
"What's up to me?" Dating? What the hell is happening? Sure I've daydreamed about dating these two but never really had the spine to try anything.
Camila looked back at Lauren and nodded, "You can choose one of us or have us both. I mean, we're gonna be working together very soon and it would probably bring us closer together in the group." Camila looked over at the clock on the wall and gave me a worried expression, "And we'll need to know soon because the rest of the group will be here any minute."
"If I even said yes, would this really work? I think you're both lovely girls but I don't want to get in between you, those girls, and the show." I admitted and I started to mess with my denim shorts.
"We talked it over, cutie. Just say yes or no. Will you be our girlfriend?" Lauren asked with her big green eyes while pouting.
I smiled and nodded, "It would be an honor."
And that's how it happened. Pretty crazy, huh? Believe me. It got crazier. They passed through rounds and eventually I got kicked off the show. I was hurt but I wasn't mad. I knew from the start that singing wasn't what I wanted to do. It was something my Mom talked me into since day 1. She signed me up without my knowledge and even though I despise her for making me go on stage, I don't despise her for giving me the chance to meet Camila and Lauren.
"Babe, come down stairs! Normani and Ally brought food." Lauren yelled to me from what I'm guessing is the kitchen. I'm not used to this house yet. Simon moved us all, as in the whole group and I (because I'm a packaged deal), into this huge mansion in Bel Air. Kind of like a present that says 'If you keep selling music, you can live here together'.
I groaned and covered myself up in the white bed sheets. I was sore and tired. Last night wasn't as rough as it usually would be, but not getting any sleep from writing can take a toll on anyone's body.
About 8 minutes later, I heard someone in the hall. The door busted open and I saw a smiling Lauren at the foot of our bed with a waffle in her mouth. She pulled it out and held it to speak to me, "I told you to get up."
"And I didn't reply which means I want to sleep." I snarled grabbing Camila's pillow and pushing it over my head.
Lauren grabbed my body and the sheets to pick me up and swing me over her shoulder, "Lauren Michelle, put me down."
"No, I'm taking you downstairs." She replied grumpily.
"I'm fucking naked under here. Do you not remember that?"
She giggled before replying, "Oh yeah. Our one on one session." She put me down on my feet, "Go get dressed and come downstairs then. And don't mention that to Camila. She's sad today."
"What? Why?" I asked covering myself up in the sheets.
Lauren pushed her hair to the side and shrugged, "The hate is getting to her again. She needs some love, though. Maybe tonight's Kid's Choice Awards will cheer her up."
"Oh yeah, that's tonight. Huh?" I sighed out.
"Yeah, it is. Then we have the iHeartRadio Awards tomorrow." Lauren told me with a sad voice.
"Well, I guess I'm watching TV by myself on our date night." I pouted walking back into the room with the covers wrapped around my body to go into the walk in closet.
When I found the outfit I wanted to wear, I dropped the sheets and took the clothes off the hanger.
Lauren walked up behind me and laid her chin on my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my waist, and kissed my neck softly, "I'm sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you."
"Yeah, yeah." I jokingly replied feeling her hot breath on me. "Just go and save me some waffles before DJ eats them all."
Lauren tapped my ass before walking away, "Okay, whatever you want."
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A/N:
this has nothing to do with anything about the stories but I'm just really happy bc I graduate today. Like oh my fuck. I'm so happy. I actually really hate school. I like learning sometimes but fuck school.
the American education system sucks tbh
FUCK U SCHOOL.
-agf