Lauren Jauregui imagines

Where.... am i?

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I'm running. Currently from about 8 police officers. I'm not exactly the best behaved person in the world right now. See, i cross dress. Meaning i dress in male clothes. And that's illegal. People are closed minded as i like to say.

Especially the police officers.

I round a corner and run into the park. It's nice in the park. Calming. I run and hide behind a tree. The police run right past me. I let out a quiet chuckle and walk around the tree. I bump into someone and fall onto the floor.

I'm definitely getting arrested.

"Ah man.... i did so well... go on then. Arrest me." I say.

I stand up and come face to face with a girl. But she's wearing some weird clothes. I frown and look around me. The whole of Miami is..... different. There's giant buildings and there's no horses and carriages. Where on earth is the park?!

"Where.... am i?" I ask.

"You're in Miami. What year is it? 1864?"

"Uhm.... yeah? What year do you think it is? And what are you wearing?" I ask.

"I hate to break it to you but the year is 2021."

My eyes widen.

"What?!"

"What year do you think it is?"

"I just saidn 1864. What on earth is happening?" I ask.

"Hey just take a deep breath. Come on. We'll go to my place and figure out what's goin on." She says.

I just nod and follow her. While we walk, i just take in what is happening. There's moving metal blocks on the road. Nobody has a horse. All the women are wearing basically nothing. And so are the men. I dont understand it.

We walk up to this giant building and i freeze. The girl looks and me and frowns.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"This..... this isn't a house. Where's all the cows and animals? We need them to live." I say.

"The cows and other animals live on farms now. This is a house. It's my house." She says.

I cautiously follow her inside the house. This morning i woke up in 1864 and now I've apparently gone 157 years into the future.

I follow her into a room and there's weird seats everywhere.

"C'mon. Sit next to me." She says.

I frown. She pats the spot next to her and i sit down in it. She looks like she has a realisation moment.

"No..... fucking.... way."

I frown.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"It's a curse word. But i know who you are. You're Y/n Y/l/n. The girl known for cross dressing in the 1860's. You were arrested god alone knows how many times. We're learning about you in college. In history. C'mon. Lemme take you to your grave." She says.

"I.... what? My grave? I'm dead?!"

"No no Y/n take a deep breath. Technically, according to the laws of physics, you're dead. Born in 1843. In 1864 you were around 21 or 21. I mean if you were still alive, theoretically, you'd be over 150 years old." She says.

"I understood none of that." I say.

"Okay I'll teach you. Just come with me."

She grabs my hand and pulls me to the Miami graveyard. It's still in the same place. We go to my grave and sit down in front of it.

"How old was i when i died?" I ask.

"Well, you got arrested on Apri 5th 1864 and you were executed for cross dressing. Since it was illegal in that time. You died about.... maybe 3 months later. I think, if i remember correctly, you were 22. You ran from the police for cross dressing so girls now can walk around in nothing and look like sluts."

"I still dont understand what you're saying. But i got caught?" I ask.

She nods.

"Mhmm. You were caught and tried on an act of..... i cant even remember what it was but you were arrested, tried, given the death penalty and they hung you about 3 months after you were caught. Sad story really. There's actually a movie about you in theatres. Lets get you some new clothes and then we can go watch it." She says.

She grabs my hand and pulls me into this giant building.

"Now just wait a second. What if i like what I'm wearing? It took a lot of effort to steal this from my father without him noticing." I say.

"We wont get rid of it Y/n. We'll keep it. Dont worry. But for now, we're getting you some new clothes. C'mon. Mens or womens?"

"I......uhm....."

"Mens?"

I nod. We go into the mens clothing area and get a lot of new 'outfits'. I end up having to wear one of the outfits to leave in. She then takes the things to her house and takes me to go watch this 'film' thing about me.

After we've watched the 'film' about me, we go back to her 'house' if can even be called that. I mean it's missing pretty much everything a basic house needs.

"I dont even know your name." I say.

"I thought i told you." She says.

"No. I would've remembered the name of the girl pulling me around Miami all day." I say.

"Oh.... well, I'm Lauren Jauregui." She says.

"Isn't that a cuban last name?" I ask.

She frowns.

"How the hell did you figure that out?" She asks.

"I know one of your ancestors. Pretty big.... asshole.... if you ask me." I say.

"Hold on hold on. You know one of my ancestors?" Lauren asks.

"Yeah. My best friend growing up. She was judged a lot for her family having to move to Miami from Cuba. I have no idea how they managed it." I say.

"Wow.... well that's interesting.... that's pretty crazy." Lauren says.

I nod.

"It is. Now can you please teach me how you people talk? Because i dont want to be judged by how i speak." I say.

She nods and she starts to teach me. While she teaches me, we both end up getting, in Lauren's words, 'pissed out of our minds' drunk. She has some interesting phrases.

"Okay okay i was ready to hit you when you walked into me earlier and you were all 'arrest me i know i fucked up' and i got sooooooooo confuuused!"

"I have no idea what you mean! I dont understand you." I say.

She rolls her eyes.

"Oh oh i have an idea!!"

"Okay?"

She grabs my shirt and kisses me. This is illegal!! It is a very short kiss and she pulls back very fast. She giggles.

"That was illegal." I say.

"Haha no it wasn't. Not anymore!"

She kisses me again.
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I have never in my life done that. That was crazy. I really really hope i wasn't dreaming.

Thoughts? I dont rly like it but it's whatever.