think later - Tate Mcrae

You and Lara were childhood friends for the longest, experiencing everything at the same time.

Life was hard, obviously, it wasn’t surprising that you and Lara lost contact after a few years, she became a pop star and you? A struggling college student and dancer at Yale. Turns out, you still had Lara’s number in your phone, hopefully she hadn’t changed it since she got popular.

You hesitated to call or even text her, were you guys still cool? Did she hate you? Did she still love you?

You put those thoughts aside and decided to call her, and it was the best decision of your life.

Not even two months later, Lara was not only paying for your college tuition, but also your phone bill and even groceries. She was a sweetheart to say the least, yet you felt guilty, knowing all the money she was spending on you wasn’t even yours, but her pockets weren’t hurting.

Lara had grown significantly protective and almost obsessed with you, she never let any of her fans say a rude thing about you, at least not while she was around. She even protected you in public, a gentlewoman.

Lara had recently invited you to her family reunion, and you obviously couldn’t say no, that’d just be rude considering everything she’s done for you. So you went, putting on a flowy, gorgeous dark blue dress that stops right below the knee, and gorgeous, sparkling heels that were passed down from generations. Then you topped it off with some curls in your hair, spraying only two pumps of an expensive perfume that smelled like chocolate.

Lara was starstruck, obviously she hadn’t seen you since you were kids, and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

Even though you weren’t dating, yet.

Her family was so kind, feeling nostalgic to see your face once more, they told you all kinds of stories about life in India, which were entertaining, but your attention was divided between them and Lara.

And the food? The best you’ve had in a while. You’ve always loved how diverse your cultures were, and you always loved learning and tasting different dishes, though your spice tolerance was the same as when you were a child.

So now you were at the dinner table, trying different foods while keeping etiquette. Well, etiquette until Lara’s hand rested on your inner thigh, distracting you easily. Lara simply flashed you a smirk before she continued eating.

Was this her way of asking for a repayment?