Lana Del Rey Oneshots

1. Fine China

Tales thematically inspired by the songs attached.
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October 6th, 2013

You've just come home from work at the office, absolutely exhausted. The only thing able to take away the stress from a long day is to take a nice, hot, bath.

Just as you're settling in to wash away what's been on your mind, the phone you forgot to take out of your pocket in the bundle of clothes—on the vanity, dings.

In a rash moment of impatience, more by annoyance that the notification interrupted your unwinding, you sigh and reach a soaking wet hand out just see who it might be.

It's from Jaime, Jaime King. She's sent a photo to you.

You open up the chat to see it's her, laying in a hospital bed, cradling her newborn baby in the nook of her arm. Alongside Jaime is her husband, and, Lana Del Rey?

- Say Hello to little James! The message reads.

You can't help but smile and laugh as you try to type out a congratulations, knowing damn well that a few words over text fall short of how happy you are for her.

You'd completely forgotten she was due to deliver so soon, from being so immersed in your work, as if that justifies it.

Nonetheless, you're glad to have paid attention to the message in time, and your good mood's restored.

But then, you start to feel a a semblance of guilt that you weren't there to support her, like Lana was, or hadn't had the time to check up on her in the past week.

As the water seeps into your skin some more, to the point that the not-hot-enough water turns cool as it pools around your body, you ultimately decide on taking the trip to the hospital just to see the beautiful newborn and mother in person for yourself.

About an hour later, upon arrival, you nervously pace through the long, sterile halls of the maternity wing. You take to the desk, asking to be directed to the room Jaime is in.

Filled with anxiety as you make your way there, you try to come up with a profuse apology in your head, some lame excuse that doesn't live up to the need, but soon enough you're outside of the room hearing soft giggles and light chatter coming from inside. You take a deep breath in and brace yourself with excitement.

"You came!" Jaime calls weakly from the bed. She swaddles her precious baby in her arms while her husband nods to you at her side, huddling over and caressing his child's small, still-pink face.

Lana's sitting on the couch, checking something on her phone.

But, noticing your arrival by the sound of Jaime's voice, she tunes in by raising her gaze and flashes you a settling, sincere smile. Your cheeks instantly redden at her presence, her pose relaxed.

The truth is, you've had the biggest crush on her ever since you first met many months ago.

Occasionally, whenever you'd meet with Jaime over coffee and gossip, Lana was somehow always nearby. An invitation sent out by Jaime that you never expected, or a run-in at a restaurant that you could've never guessed.

It went without saying that the status of acquaintance was firm between the both of you.

But something in your heart always wanted to know more, be more, and not in a simple and plain way.

You knew that Jaime considered the both of you some of her closest friends, but you never dared to complete the trine by befriending Lana.

Your simmering attraction to her was simply too strong. And Lana didn't seem to take initiative either, for reasons unknown.