Accidents Happen

                                    

                                          
Lauren's pov
                          
Y/N and I have been getting into so many disagreements lately, like literally every time we see each other. So today I'm at her house, waiting for her to get home from work, or what I assume would be. It's nearly 11pm and I'm like 99% sure she ends at 5pm. I want to talk to her and try to resolve things but she's not even here!
                          
We're actually next door neighbors, so I only had to walk a few steps to get in her house. Thinking she'd be home and I'd surprise her, I was confused to see that she wasn't here. So I called and texted her, but haven't received a reply yet. Even though we're not on best terms right now, I still worry and love her.
                          
I've been waiting since 8pm... that's 3 hours! I've probably called her 100 times but it goes directly to voicemail. I'm starting to lose it at this point. Where the rip could she be?
                          
Suddenly the door barges open, answering my question. There stood my girlfriend, looking groggy and tired and... drunk. "Y/N?" I ask carefully.
                          
"Heyyyyy dude." She greets casually. I don't think she recognizes me in such a drunken state. Sober Y/N is nice but also pretty ambiguous lately, so let's see how drunk Y/N acts.
                          
"Where were you? And how did you get home?"
                          
"Oh I was at the bar whyyyy? And I drove, duh."
                          
Oh my gosh. "What? You drove while intoxicated?"
                          
"Nah I could still focus and all that. Well I'm tired so goodnight bro." She shuts the door and drags herself upstairs.
                          
"I waited for you since 8, you know." I follow her up. I'm seeing that drunk Y/N is a lot more blunt.
                          
"Oh. Why?"
                          
"I thought you would be home and wanted to talk."
                          
"Talk about what? To be honest I have no idea who you are right now."
                          
"Um... our relationship? If you can even recall..."
                          
"You're not Lauren? Or you are?"
                          
"No I am."
                          
Y/N enters her bedroom and plops on her bed. I just sit on a desk chair nearby, wanting to give her some space. "You're too nice to be Lauren."
                          
Huh? "What do you mean?"
                          
"Well you invaded my house but aren't robbing me so I guess that's nice. Lauren's been kinda mean lately. She always yells at me. If you're Lauren why aren't you yelling?"
                          
"She doesn't always yell... does she?" This is a good way to see how she really feels about me.
                          
"Yeah she does. Like last week she yelled at me for just existing. I was literally hanging out with my friends. I just tune her out though. And then 2 days ago she forced me to walk and run with her, basically calling me fat. And then like a few hours ago she spam called me but I didn't want to answer cause she would just yell at me over the phon-"
                          
"Maybe she just wants the best for you and is worried when you're not home. And you missed a date— that you asked her on— last week." I'm getting frustrated.
                          
"Nah, she's been on my back so much lately it's getting annoying. Like chill we're not even that serious! And I said I was sorry geez, what else does she want?!"
                          
Ouch. We're not serious? "She wanted you to make it up to her and show her you love her." Tears begin to fill my eyes.
                          
Completely neglecting my last statement, she says, "I think I'll just tell her tomorrow."
                          
"Tell her what?" Do I even want to know though...
                          
"How I feel about her."
                          
"Which is...?"