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I literally hate you

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“I don’t know how I’m supposed to work with this bitch,” Lauren pretends to be in agony saying it, loud enough for Camila to hear as they pass each other on the way to their respective destinations. “If I have to listen to her basic ass radio hits for longer than a second I think I’ll throw up."

"Fuck all the way off Jauregui,” Camila snaps at the older girl, ignoring Normani’s insistent tugging at her arm. “You wouldn’t know a good song if it bit you on the ass, you’re still just jealous over song of the year and we both know it.”

This happens like twice a month.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous when everyone, and I do mean everyone, knows how rigged awards shows are?! I wasn’t at the show! Why would they give me the award if I wasn’t there?” Lauren snaps back, her assistant rolling her eyes and looking at her watch for what feels like the hundredth time.

It started like, two years ago, and it’s happened twice a month. That’s like, at least forty eight times too many to have to deal with.

“Camila we really gotta get going-”

“You only didn’t go because you knew I won!” Camila interrupts, holding up a palm to her friend. “Just admit it Jauregui you’re jealous and-”

“That’s not true!” Lauren cuts off, each girl holding their glare, “we both know-”

“Oh my fucking god! Guys shut up,” Lauren’s assistant Ally interrupts finally, stepping between them. “Lauren, you were due ten minutes ago to start that new demo, Camila you have a radio interview in… twenty minutes!! And it’s a fifteen minute drive! Get going or so help me god I’m whooping both your asses.”

And nobody really argues with Ally, so with a huff from Camila as she spins into a dramatic exit and an exaggerated eye roll from Lauren, the current argument is done with.

“Let it go babe,” Normani hushes to her friend, trying not to let her annoyance show. Last time she did anything other than take Camila’s side the shorter brunette through a fit (not really, but like, more dramatic than Normani wanted to deal with). “She’s not worth stress, remember what we talked about last time.”

“Why do they keep scheduling us at the same time Mani?” Camila all but whines, wound up from the argument as she makes her way into the passengers side. “It’s like they want us to have a fight every single time we go to make music. That’s supposed to be my happy place Normani this is so unfair.”

“Not agreeing with it,” Normani starts, holding up a hand when Camila glares daggers, “but I think they do want you guys to fight. I mean, all publicity is good publicity, you know? Keeping you and Lauren bickering keeps something on the backburner for the next time either of you needs a boost."

See this happens a lot. As stated above. But it happens like a lot. All the girls know it’s publicity. They all know that the pop princess is only as good as her rival. Knows that this type of thing is necessary for any talk. Camila just wishes her rival weren’t actually this annoying. She was hoping for more of a staged fight where they both actually don’t mind each other.

But nope, she had to get the most infuriating human on the face of the earth.

And now, they had to work together for some "song of the century” as their managers liked to call it.

(One again, they knew it was just for the drama, but they also knew their voices would go kind of well together and that there was no way to get out of this.)

And Lauren has the same smirk she always wears on when she shows up ten minutes late to the studio that they’re meeting at, just a few days after their fight in the hallway. See? It’s gonna happen again, the time twice in a week instead of a month, sounds scandalous.

“You’re late,” Camila deadpans, glaring from her seat as the older girl strolls in, tossing her bag to the couch and plopping down next to it.

“Chill out Cabello, I’m only like,” Lauren stops, looking at her wrist which is watchless, “a little bit late.” And she’s smirking, still, probably because she knows how much she’s pissing Camila off.

“Well late enough that Marco lost interest,” Camila replies, which is only half true. Marco, the lyricist they were scheduled to work with stepped into a studio down the hall when he saw an old friend, he should be back any minute but Camila would rather guilt Lauren at least a little bit.

Camila lets out a huff of annoyance when the older girl plops down too close to her on the bench, but before they can bicker more Marco is back, clearly having seen Lauren get there, and they’re off to work.

It’s a pretty hard work day for both of them. They’re used to having rap collars, where they don’t really have to work with the other artist so much as fit them in, but this song is more of a ballad and they have to work a little more to make their voices fit as well as they can.

For Lauren it’s pretty easy. I mean, it’s harder than just singing herself, but she just got off of tour so this is less straining than the hours of choreography and singing she’d have to do for that.

Camila on the other hand is struggling a little more than she’d like to admit. She hadn’t just finished tour, she’d just finished a promotional tour though, so she’s not necessarily out of practice, but jumping from interviews to trying to go so high, it’s tolling.

About three hours in she’s about ready to rip off everyone’s head, especially a certain green eyed girl’s but really anyones will do, so Marco decides to give them a break and makes a break for another room himself to avoid any cat fight.

“You’re killing it Cabello,” Lauren grins, and the younger girl balls her hands into fists. “Really, I don’t know what-”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Camila snaps, glaring at the other girl (who just keeps smirking) and making a run for it.

She isn’t used to being the one that’s making them take a while. She’s used to doing her job and doing it perfectly so she can’t understand how Lauren Jauregui of all people is making her look bad.

Camila’s washing her hands, then trying not to glare too hard at the bags under her eyes (having gotten like, zero sleep the night before) when the door opens and a familiar figure comes into sight).

“What do you want?” Camila snaps, swing the older girl wouldn’t have followed her in here to pee when she doesn’t go to a stall but simply crosses her arms and lets her gaze rake over Camila’s figure.

“I think we both know what I want, Camz,” Lauren teases, calling her her ‘unique’ nickname that has a direct wiring to whatever part of Camila’s brain causes her to get pissed off.

It’s like, Lauren knows how to directly push every single one of Camila’s buttons.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Camila plays dumb, turning back to the mirror and pretending to be fixing her eyebrows and ignoring how Lauren’s moving closer.

“We also both know that’s not true,” and she’s in her space now, hands moving to rest on Camila’s hips and she tugs, hard, and pushes her body flush so it molds to Camila’s back, letting out a sigh at the feeling of the younger girl against her. “Let me have you right here,” she husks in Camila’s ear, sending shivers down her whole body.

Camila almost lets out a moan, almost (a little bit does) leans back into Lauren’s hold, pressing her ass against Lauren’s hips, almost lets her.

But her eyes go wide before she can let that happen and she pushes back against Lauren to buck her off. “Are you insane?” she asks, spinning to point an accusatory finger.

“Am I?” Lauren asks, and moves right back in, this time circling Camila’s waist and pushing her up against the counter. “You seemed frustrated in there, I just want to help you out,” she shrugs, like what she’s suggesting it totally normal and fine.

Camila hesitates, almost pushes at Lauren’s hands again and almost just forces her way out, but she doesn’t.

“We’re in public,” Camila says in response, softly this time. And she does allow herself to lean into the older girl’s touch because it’s too good not to. “We’re… anybody could come in,” she continues, leaning her forehead closer so Lauren can and does meet her halfway to rest hers against it.

“We can be quick,” Lauren suggests, and she waits a minute, for any form of objection, before moving her hands to Camila’s hips and hoisting her up to sit on the counter, strong legs spreading to fit Lauren then wrapping tightly around her waist. “And you can be quiet,” she continues, leaning in to ghost her lips over Camila’s before continuing, “maybe."

Camila wants to slap her, wants to kick her shin at that, but she’s also so turned on juts by Lauren being this close to her that instead she leans in, grabbing Lauren’s bottom lip between her teeth and biting down, hard, before tugging it away and letting go with a pop.

"Don’t be a bitch,” she scolds Lauren, before reaching up to tangle hands in raven hair and tugging her harshly into a kiss.

It’s fast, and hot, and wet. There’s too much teeth and too much tongue and Camila’s controlling it with every hard tug at Lauren’s hair.

For her part, Lauren wastes no time in keeping her promise to make it quick. Almost as soon as Camila starts kissing her, she reaches up to tug down Camila’s straps top, grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard over her bra before pulling the cups up to get a better hold.

“God,” Lauren moans out, pulling away slightly to bite at Camila’s lip, finally taking some control of the kiss and getting her back for earlier. “I love your tits babe,” she husks, and Camila’s hands are still in her hair so Lauren doesn’t get her way for long before Camila’s tugging her back in and bring her legs up higher on Lauren’s back to pull her in tighter. “Feel so good in my hands,” she says, or like kind of says, mouth too busy sucking Camila’s tongue.

They continue like that for a minute, but Lauren hates how much control Camila is keeping so she goes for her weak spot, tugging away and moving down to suck the spot where her jaw connects to her neck, making sure to leave a dark mark before moving to suck on her earlobe, biting down softly then soothing over with her tongue.

“Lauren,” Camila whimpers out, finally rendering some control and moving her hands to the girl’s shoulders to tug her closer.

Lauren takes her moaning as a good sign and moves down her neck, hands still playing with Camila’s breasts, squeezing and pinching, as her mouth marks up as much of her hot skin as she can get too.

“Fuck, Lo,” Camila moans, moving her hands down and digging her nails as sharply as she can into Lauren’s lower back now. She always does that, rolls up the shirt as high as she can get it and bites down with her nails and Lauren, Lauren always loves it.

“Feel good?” she asks, green eyes darkening with arousal and Camila wraps her legs even tighter still and pinches harder at her skin and Lauren’s never been more turned on.

“Obviously,” the younger girl spits out between whimpers as Lauren brings her other hand up to pinch hard at her other nipple. “Fuck,” Camila whines loudly at that.

Lauren pinches harder, moving to sink her teeth into the young pop singers neck and pulls on her nipples until Camila is whining so loudly she has to stop because like, they’re in a public bathroom.

Lauren may be badass but she doesn’t really want to get arrested, that’d be like, totally a mood killer. All she wants is Camila’s taste and her legs wrapped around her head.

“Shut up,” Lauren snaps, releasing the younger girls breast and moving one hand up to cover Camila’s mouth aggressively. Camila would deny feeling herself get more wet (if possible) at that but she really can’t right now.

Still kissing her neck, insistent on driving Camila as crazy as she’s driving her, Lauren uses her other hand to reach down to Camila’s outer thigh, sliding it up hotly and dragging her skirt with it, squeezing at her upper thigh when she needs Camila to lift her hips so she can continue until Camila’s skirt is bunched up and Lauren’s hand is gripping her ass over her barely there panties.

She loves her ass. Lauren’s always had a thing for girls with big butts but Camila’s makes her head spin. The amount of shit she’s gotten online for how much she’s caught staring is almost unbelievable but still she has no shame in wiggling her hand in the side of panties to get a better grip.

She knows Camila loves having attention on that part of her body almost as much as Lauren loves giving it.

That said she drops the hand that’s been covering Camila’s mouth to the other side of her ass so she can palm her ass then squeeze hard, pulling Camila’s hips into her. She starts a pace, pulling Camila’s hips and sucking on her skin until he younger girl is matching her pace, but she has to stop when Camila’s whining gets louder than before.

“Are you trying to get someone to walk in on us?” Lauren snaps up, pulling Camila harder into her nonetheless. "Want someone to walk in here and see you sitting on the counter top with your tits out and your skirt bunched up like some kind of porn star?“ Camila can’t help but moan again, throwing her head back against the mirror to expose her neck, hoping Lauren will go back to work marking her up.

"God Camila,” Lauren groans, loving the way Camila is always so responsive to everything she does. “If everyone knew you got so hot and bothered so easily,” she murmurs, taking the bait and leaning in to press hot, sucking kisses down Camila’s neck, biting particularly hard at her collar bone. “What would people say if they saw America’s pop princess like this?”

She kisses her way down to her chest and finally gives more attention to Camila’s breasts, knowing how much Camila demands. Camila’s hands wrap around Lauren’s neck trying to guide her around but Lauren knows what she likes, knows when to bite and when to lick and when to pull away and smirk up at her to drag her insane.

Camila likes it best when Lauren catches a nipple between plump lips and sucks hard while keeping eye contact.

(She says it’s because she likes Lauren’s face without the arrogance it’s usually coated in, but Lauren knows it’s because Camila likes her eyes.)

“It’s just for me though, nobody else,” Lauren rasps and Camila brings a hand up to tangle in Lauren’s hair and tug hard. “Be patient.”

Camila isn’t patient though, Lauren’s known this for years now and she isn’t surprised when all she gets in reply is legs spreading wider and trying to grind on Lauren in any way they can.

“You need to fuck me,” Camila demands, pushing against Lauren in an obscene manner and hoping the older girl will get on with it and stop torturing her.

“Hmm,” Lauren hums around a nipple then pulls back to glance up at Camila through hooded eyelids. “I don’t know… I like playing with your body too much,” she teases, squeezing more at her ass and moving to kiss her other breast, again.

“Laur,” Camila whines, “we can’t take too long,” she whines more but to no avail. Finally she does what she knows will catch Lauren’s attention, dragging her own hand away from Lauren’s back, where she’s sure she’s more than left her mark and bringing it to her own center.

Lauren’s too busy sucking hickeys into her chest to notice so she sips her hand intoner own panties and rubs deliciously at her clit, almost torturing herself with pleasure.

“Camz,” Lauren groans finally noticing the hand that’s wiggled its way into her girls panties. “Camila that’s my job, stop,” she tries, moving a hand to Camila’s wrist but not wanting to pull it away yet.

She watches, green eyes basically black as they meet Camila’s while the other girl pleasures herself on a public bathroom counter.

It’s too much. Its way too much and Lauren lets her eyes dip again, before she’s making Camila’s hand out of her panties, using her other hand to tug them down and off, tossing them to the side and then

“Oh fuck,” Camila moans as Lauren enters her abruptly with two fingers. “Fuck Lo, harder,” she demands, keeping her legs as tight as she can around Lauren as she immediately begins to grind against her hand.

Lauren moves the other hand to her hip to her guide her pace as she curls her fingers into Camila just hard enough to drive her crazy.

She moves her mouth back up to catch Camila’s lips when she figures that’s the only way to at least kind of shut her up, and it’s not really a kiss because they’re moving against each other too much and Camila is panting into her mouth, but it’s hot and it’s muffling the sound which makes it even hotter and Camila’s hands are in Lauren’s hair again where she likes them.

“Feel good?” Lauren moans simply in reply to having Camila like this. “Want more baby?” She asks against her lips, moving her thumb up to slowly draw lets on her clit while a third finger squeezes in with the other two, curling to hit the spongey spot inside of Camila making the smaller girl yelp out against her mouth.

“Keep going like that,” Camila moans, one leg tightening and the other dropping to curl around Lauren’s calf, keeping her close but unable to hold herself up anymore. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she basically chants as she moves her hips back against Lauren’s gingers, meeting her thrust for thirst and all but riding her hand.

“You close?” Lauren asks with a smirk as she feels Camila tightening in a way that almost hurts around her hand and feels the familiar sting of nails in her scalp.

“So close, baby,” Camila whines, pulling Lauren’s lips back in because she knows once she comes she’s not going to be able to keep quiet.

“Get there for me Camila come on baby,” Lauren says between sloppy kisses, circling faster on her clit and speeding up her thrusts, making sure to hit deeper every time to push Camila over the edge. “Come for me Camz.”

“Fuck, Laur- Lauren,” Camila moans and she’s loud, oh so very loud as she spasms against Lauren’s hand letting out a rush of wetness and one arm going around Lauren’s shoulder as she lets her body slump.

Camila always takes a long time to come down, Lauren knows, so she keeps her hand moving, slower than before (and with more resistance as Camila clenches around her - fuck) , and wraps her hand all the way around Camila’s waist to hold the girl against her.

Camila’s hips churn against Lauren’s hand until eventually she’s done with he waves (mostly, they always ht her hard after Lauren) and she buries her face into a pale neck, waiting for the rest of her body to catch up.

They stay like that for a while. Probably longer than they should. Lauren holding Camila’s body up (eventually sliding her fingers out to wrap her other hand around the smaller girl as well) and Camila letting her as she tries to collect herself.

“You know,” Camila sighs, letting her forehead finally rise from where it’s resting on Lauren’s neck, sucking in another deep breath and glaring hard enough that Lauren almost doesn’t look as smug. “I really fuckin’ hate you.”

“I know,” Lauren grins, still smug as ever and like, “do you wanna meet at mine or yours later?”

And like, Camila groans in annoyance and shoves at the other girl’s shoulder so she can find her panties thrown across the room and, “yours. Mine is still a mess from you throwing everything around last night."

"Hmm,” Lauren hums, “I can help you clean it up,” she offers, with a shrug as she fixes Camila skirt down around her as for her, giving one more self indulgent squeeze before continuing. “As long as you help. And as long as you help with no clothes on."

#UPDATE #one shot #AU #explicit #camren #submission #I literally hate you

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Thirty: Last Session

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“L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore

And love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it Take my heart but please don’t break it

Love was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore

And love is all that I can give to you

Love, love, love is more than just a game for two

Two in love can make it Take my heart but please don’t break it

‘Cause love was made for me and you I said love was made for me and you You know that love was made for me and you.”

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The familiar tune filled the elevator on Lauren’s and Camila’s journey up to Doctor Briggs’ office. And if all went well, maybe this would be their final session.

Do y'all remember when Camila was fighting tooth and nail just not to come to therapy?

I mean, sure she wanted to save her marriage, but she didn’t actually want to go to therapy.

“Hey, you okay?” Lauren asked her wife who was seemingly a lot more nervous than usual. “What’s wrong, babe?”

Camila forced a small smile on her lips. “It’s nothing, cariño.” She placed a kiss on her wife’s cheeks.

Lauren looked at Camila sceptically but decided to not push it. Camila knew that if something was bothering her, she could always talk to her, no matter how little or insignificant the issue, she knew that she could always talk to Lauren.

“Camila, Lauren!” Marissa greeted the couple cheerfully. “Good morning, how are the two of you?”

“We’re great,” Camila smiled at the secretary. “How have you been?”

Marissa and the couple exchanged their pleasantries, before she escorted them into her boss’ office. Chelsea was dealing with a matter so she would have been in soon.

Camila took a seat next to her wife, but she kept nervously bouncing her leg up and down. The truth is, she was a tad bit nervous about their therapy sessions being close to over. She had a fear that things would go back to the way it was and she didn’t want that.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Doctor Briggs made herself known. “Good morning, you two. How have you been?” She greeted them with a smile, shaking both their hands. “It’s nice to finally see you after so long.”

Lauren slipped her hand into Camila’s giving it a reassuring squeeze. She didn’t know exactly what was going on with her wife, but Lauren knew Camila wasn’t okay. “We’ve been taking each day one step at a time. Can’t really complain. How have you been since we last saw you?” She directed the question to Doctor Briggs.

“Oh, I’ve been fine,” Chelsea went to pour herself a cup of coffee. “May I interest either of you in a drink?”

“Do you have any rum?” Camila asked. Lauren kinked an eyebrow at her wife. “What? I’m just asking.”

Doctor Briggs shook her head 'no’ and smiled. “Just tea and coffee.”

“Oh,” Camila muttered. “Then, we’re good.”

The therapist took up her usual position opposite to the couple, and grabbed her clipboard. “So, before we dive into today’s session - our final session together, let’s talk about your assignment. Camila, tell us about Lauren’s date. I want to know what you two did and your thoughts on it.”

“Well,” Camila smiled at the thought of their date. She had to admit that she definitely wasn’t expecting what Lauren had planned. It made her feel a bit nostalgic about her home country, but when things were to settle in their lives, they planned to visit Argentina. “…she got Gloria Estefan to acknowledge my existence and I basically died right after that.”

Lauren rolled her eyes playfully. “She has been telling everyone the exact same story. I took her to this Latino street festival and I may have known Gloria Estefan was going to be there, and I threw out the idea and she was pretty chill with having Camila perform with her.”

“Which means, Gloria Estefan acknowledged my existence!!” Camila fangirled. “I’m still not over it.” She dramatically fainted on Lauren.

Doctor Briggs smiled. “That sounds absolutely lovely! What about your time together? Did you enjoy it, Camila?”

“Oh, yes!” Camila sat upright, and was oozing with excitement. “I really loved spending time with my boo,” she kissed Lauren’s cheek. “I honestly had butterflies. I swear…” she turned and locked eyes with her wife. “You are the most thoughtful human being on the earth. I fall in love with you more and more each day.”

Lauren placed a lingering kiss on her wife’s forehead. “You’re perfect.”

Chelsea observed the couple’s interaction and made notes here and there. Looking at their interaction now and to their very first therapy session, they had made major strides.

“And Lauren?” Doctor Briggs directed her question towards the other woman. “What did Camila do for you?”

As Lauren thought back to their date, she couldn’t help but feel those familiar flutters she first got when she laid eyes on Camila. And the fact that Camila had remembered just how much she loved going to museums, it made it - hands down one of the best dates she ever had. (Technically, every date she had with her wife was the best date she ever had).

“I loved spending every moment with Camila. It’s funny how after all these years, she can make my heart react the way it did,” Lauren looked at her wife lovingly. “I can’t wait to take your annoying ass out on so many more dates.”

“So,” their marriage counsellor began to address them. “I asked the both of you to perform this assignment for you to acknowledge your partner’s likes and dislikes. I wanted you to challenge yourself to take something that your partners like, and try to make it fun.” She glanced at her clipboard and looked back at the couple. “And judging what you planned for each other, it seems to me that you enjoyed it.”

Don’t stay in a relationship that doesn’t make you happy.

Because you’re going to lose the essence of what love is supposed to feel like. You’re going to lose yourself in the process of trying to make things work.

You’re going to lose your worth, bending over backwards to please someone who isn’t going to appreciate anything that you do.

How long would you pretend that you’re 'happy’?

“Now, to start our last session together…what we are going to do, is that each of you, I’m going to ask you what you got out of this experience within the last few months,” Doctor Briggs informed her clients, gauging their reaction. “It doesn’t matter what it is, feel free to share. This is your safe place.” She gestured at Camila to go first. “Camila, I recall from the beginning of our sessions, you were very hesitant and unwilling to be here. Do you think our time together has helped you in your marriage? And in what particular way?”

Camila cleared her throat and sighed heavily. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her again as it finally began kicking in that this was their final session. “Well, for starters, I know initially, I didn’t want to have anything to do with therapy, but I wanted to save my marriage.” She glanced at Lauren. “It was definitely a life changing experience. I felt that this was something we could’ve fixed ourselves, because no offence,” she told Doctor Briggs. “I didn’t think a random stranger could’ve solved our problems. But I realised that some of these issues were a lot deeper than what met the eyes.”

You shouldn’t tell someone how they should feel about something or that their feelings are wrong. You don’t truly understand what someone is going through until they let you in.

Don’t tell them to get over it. It’s not always as simple as that.

Don’t shame them for their feelings.

Feelings aren’t wrong and you invalidating them by saying that they shouldn’t feel a certain way, only adds to the hurt that they feel on the inside.

Be there for them.

Don’t rush them.

All they need to know is that you will stay even if they think that they’re unbearable.

Camila took one of Lauren’s hands in hers, and brought it up to her lips, kissing it softly. “I’m so glad that you didn’t give up on me. I know at times I was extremely hard to be with; to love, but the hurt that I was harbouring all these years, wasn’t allowing me to move past it. You and Izzy…. you’re all I could ever want in my life.”

Doctor Briggs internally did a backflip at the progress Camila had made. It was only a few months, but getting over years worth of pain in such a short span of time was miraculous; with the necessary help. “Camila, if I may?” She addressed her client. “There was no way that you could’ve connected the dots between your father and Lauren especially if you weren’t in tuned with your emotions. You tried your best to shut it out; shut out what you felt towards your father, and in the process of doing that, you pushed Lauren away. Thinking that she was going to do exactly what your father did to you. You held onto that hatred and anger, until you began to spiral and it in exchange, began ruining your marriage and relationship with your daughter.”

Camila nodded. She knew this was the truth. If she didn’t go to therapy, God knows what would’ve happened between her and Lauren. Besides the fact that her wife had already visited her attorney and was planning on divorcing her.

“But now that you’ve let go of the pain, you’ve found it within yourself to forgive not just Lauren but your father and step mother as well.” Chelsea flipped through her notes. “And you allowed yourself to let your sister; Rebecca into your life and your family’s life as well.”

The brunette nodded again. She thought back to the times she had spent with Valentina since she decided to let go of everything. Though, their relationship wasn’t exactly the way it used to be years ago, it was surely back on the right track.

“Now, Lauren,” Doctor Briggs addressed her other client. “Care to share your thoughts on therapy thus far?”

Lauren nodded and smiled. “Honestly? I’m in such a great place right now. Mentally and emotionally,” she smiled at her wife. “It’s been a long few months trying to get us back on the right track and I know that we still have a long way to go, but I’m really happy where we’re at right now. This was truly an awesome experience,” she threw an arm around her wife, pulling her closer. “My wife loves me again,” she laughed which earned a punch from Camila.

“I’ve always loved you. I may not be Whitney Houston, but I will always love you, Lauren Jauregui. You are the light of my life. I cannot fathom a life without your extremely annoying ass,” Camila playfully stuck her tongue out at Lauren. “You also have a really nice ass.”

“I know that things won’t always be perfect between us,” she told her wife, Doctor Briggs making her observations as they went on. “But I want you to know that I am in love with you. This relationship that we have is a partnership, meaning it belongs to the two of us. No one is ever going to come between us. Every life altering decision, I want us to be able to share them, I want you to trust me, I want us to last, mi amor. I want to love you until I can’t anymore, then I’ll find more love because I can’t see myself not loving you.”

When I was little, I thought love was about roses, expensive dinners and other extravagant gestures. But as I grew older, I learnt that what I knew about love wasn’t love.

Love is having someone to care for you when you can’t even begin to care about yourself. Love is having someone’s hand to hold when you’re scared.

Love is giving her half your fries when she said she wasn’t hungry. Love is giving her your jacket even though you’re freezing, but you care about her way too much to let her be cold too.

It’s waking up at four in the morning to the sound of her snoring, and refraining yourself from shoving her ass off the bed.

It’s talking in accents just for shits, and teasing the fuck out of one another.

It’s going on adventures and making memories with each other.

Love isn’t always pretty and romantic, sometimes it’s just fun.

Love is stumbling through life with your best friend.

Love is you.

Doctor Briggs flipped through her notes, skimming through it before addressing the couple again. “The two of you came to therapy to work out the kinks and issues in your marriage. I’m proud to say that you both have made great progress. But you should be reminded that you both are humans and as humans, we tend to make mistakes from time to time.” She gestured at Lauren. “At first, Lauren, you were so oblivious to the fact of your wife’s feelings, you thought she was just holding a grudge against you for something that she could’ve easily let go. You were angry and hurt over the fact that she was putting her career ahead of you. No?”

Lauren nodded.

If you were to recall the earlier sessions, you would see that Lauren was in fact completely oblivious to why Camila was acting the way she was.

She assumed that just because it was 'a drunken kiss’ that Lauren didn’t even intend for it to happen, that Camila could’ve simply just put it behind them.

“Camila,” Doctor Briggs began speaking to the other woman. “You were constantly at you partner’s throat…for the lack of a better time, and adamant about her ridding herself of Hailee. In a sense, this was your unconscious thoughts about your father and Valentina. You had wished that he would’ve chosen you, but instead he chose Valentina.” The singer sighed heavily, recalling the days, months, years she spent hating her father for what he did.

Even though a part of Camila had known that Lauren was never going to hurt her the same way her father was going to, she couldn’t quite shake off her fear.

“And Lauren, from an early age, you were faced with so many insecurities, that up until recently were at the back of your mind,” Doctor Briggs mentioned. It was about Lauren feeling inferior to Camila. She had always felt like that. Even though she was born into a wealthy family, the kids at all her old schools never paid any mind to that. “The fact that there were times that Camila didn’t portray you as her wife, but jokingly, she would do that to other persons, brought you back to a time in your past where you were reminded about that one individual that had hurt you and made you feel even more insecure about yourself than you were before.”

I hope you don’t ever give up on your love story just because all your previous stories ended up with you getting your heart broken. I hope you still believe that somewhere out there, there is a type of love that will soften your heart and make you trust again. There is a kind of love that’s going to bring out the depths of your emotions.

There is going to be the kind of love that restores your faith in romance, and the kind of love that’s going to stand by you and make you feel at home.

There is going to be that type of love that Lauren and Camila had for one another, just waiting on you.

Just don’t give up.

Doctor Briggs flipped through her notes, “Because of finally accepting your feelings, the both of you were able to move past all these negative emotions. Camila, you reconnected with your stepmother and started a relationship with your sister. You forgave your father and admitted that you still love him.” Camila smiled happily to herself, remembering just how freeing that experience was. “Lauren, you were able to accept that you have insecurities and even though you did, Camila loved - loves you despite that. You were able to strengthen your bond with your sister and try to move past everything with your parents. Though, I’m sure that your relationship with your parents is still a process.

Lauren nodded. Though, things weren’t perfect between her and her parents, it was getting there. Especially Maggie’s relationship with them.

Slow and steady wins the race.

"But most importantly, you two realised that you were 'Meant to be’ despite having so many challenges along the way. Day by day, you’re going to strengthen your relationship and you’re going to be the parents that your daughter needs.”

They needed to be the parents they needed when they were younger.

“I can safely say that the both of you, with the help of each other, are on the right path to healing and improving yourself even more than you are right now,” Doctor Briggs placed her notes on the table to the side of her, taking off her glasses. “I don’t want you to believe that all your problems would be solved by coming here. It’s as a means of helping you to heal and giving you all the necessary guidelines to deal with these things if you’re faced with more issues in the future.”

She gestured for the couple to hold hands, and to look each other in the eyes.

“I want the both of you to make a promise to each other right now,” their therapist told them. “A promise of hope. Either of you can go first.”

Lauren caressed her wife’s face. “Amor, I want you to know, that no matter what challenges life throws towards us, I’m going to stand by your side. You’re not alone. I’m going to support you through thick and thin, the good and the bad. I love you.”

“Now, Camila. Your turn.”

The singer took a moment to compose herself. “I..uh..wow. I’m not good with words,” Camila awkwardly laughed. “But, I promise to always take your feelings into consideration. I promise that no matter what, nothing will ever come between us again. I love you and I love the little family that we have built together.”

“Isn’t it bittersweet?” the therapist asked her clients. “The moment you realise, that you’re no longer holding on to what was causing you pain?”

The couple nodded, they readjusted their bodies and turned their attention back to Doctor Briggs, but they didn’t let go of each other’s hands.

“I have some tips for the both of you for the future,” Chelsea picked up her notepad and flipped through it. “I want the both of you to understand that this is a relationship between two persons. Both sides are equal. No one is better than the other.”

They nodded.

“No more keeping secrets. Even if you think that it’s going to hurt your partner, it’s better to hurt them with the truth than protect them with a lie.”

Lauren nodded, while Camila gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. They both made mistakes that negatively impacted their relationship and they recovered from them…together.

“Schedule more time to be together. Plan date nights. Be spontaneous with your relationship,” their therapist told them. “I know it’s going to be a challenge at first but once you get the hang of this, it will all come naturally to you. Spend time with your daughter; together and separately. Izzy deserves to have both parents in her life.”

They nodded in agreement. It was never their intention to have compromised Izzy’s feelings in all their drama, but they did, and even though things are better between them now, they don’t want to have to hurt their child or children (if it came to that) ever again.

“Share not just your joy and happiness, but share the sad times with each other,” Chelsea told them. “Remember, 'for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health’. You made a vow to each other, don’t break it.”

Camila looked at her wife, smiling at her. “We’re in this together.”

“Together.”

Doctor Briggs smiled happily. “And lastly, have sex.”

Camila snorted and began choking on air; as she wasn’t expecting Chelsea to say that. Lauren had to hit her on the back so that her wife wouldn’t die. “I..um…we’ll definitely be taking that into consideration.”

“I have three more questions before we finish up for today,” Doctor Briggs picked up her mug, stirring the drink in it. “How are are both your families, Hailee and Izzy doing? And, what’s your relationship like with them?”

“They’re doing fine,” Lauren chose to answer the questions based on her first. “Izzy is great. She’s literally always happy now. I don’t see fear in her eyes anymore and that couldn’t make me happier. My family…well we’re getting there. The race is not for the swiftest but he that endureth till the end. And Hailee? She and my old friend got together recently. She’s happy, and we’re still really good friends.”

Camila didn’t have any problems with Hailee now. She trusted Lauren to respect their relationship. And trust in a relationship was key.

“My family… well we’re better than ever. Becky and I, we’ve gotten really close over the past few weeks. I love her, she’s honestly one of the most amazing person in my life,” Camila playfully bumped shoulders with her wife. “You’re the first of course.” Lauren laughed and kissed the side of her wife’s head. “Val and I, we’re getting there. My mom and I, we always had a great relationship. And lastly, Izzy and I…I know we have a long way to go but I love her with all my heart and I’m trying to be the mother that she deserves.”

“My final question….I want you to ask yourselves 'why did I get married’?”

The question resonated with the couple and made them think about why they actually got married in the first place.

Was it just because they saw a beautiful face?

Was it just for the sex?

Or was it because they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with their best friend?

“I don’t need you to answer this,” Doctor Briggs told the couple. “I just want you to ask yourselves that and just remember the real reason as to why you got married in the first place. Never forget that reason.”

It’s better to wait years for the right love than to stay in love with someone who doesn’t love you.

Fall in love with yourself.

Fall in love with your life before falling in love with someone else.

“Lastly,” Chelsea looked at Camila before directing her attention to the couple. “I know that you’re going to have your doubts about going back home and having to be on your own. I can assure you that it’s not going to be an easy journey, but…as long as the two of you stick together and listen to what I told you and remember what we learnt throughout our time at therapy, you’ll be okay.”

“As long as I’m with you, amor,” Lauren cupped her wife’s cheeks. “Nothing will ever come between us. I love you.”

Camila connected their lips, pulling Lauren closer to her. “I love you too, baby. So much.”

Doctor Briggs stood, with the couple following suit. “Well…I guess our time together is over,” she smiled at them. “I wish the both of you a beautiful and happy life together. Never forget the love that you have for one another. Marriage is tough, but it’s definitely worth it in the end.”

Without thinking, Camila pulled the woman into her arms, hugging her tightly. “Thank you so much for all your help.”

Chelsea smiled once they had pulled away. “Don’t thank me, Camila. Thank yourself. If you weren’t willing to go the extra mile to make your marriage work, then these past few months we spent together wouldn’t have made any impact on your relationship.”

Lauren rested her hands on her wife’s shoulders. “Still, thank you for everything, Chelsea. We appreciate it.”

“I’ll say, 'see you soon’, but given who I am and what I do, I don’t think that’s a farewell I should say,” Chelsea laughed. “But, nonetheless, enjoy your life together.”

“Same to you.”

***

You work way too hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; just please, remember that you’re trying your best. You’re moving mountains, and trying to rid yourself of the darkness and demons that have plagued you since you were young.

You’re trying so hard.

Keep fighting, fight until you have won.

Fight until you have found your way back home, until the sun comes back in your life, in your heart until you learn to love the little things again.

I know that pain doesn’t leave when you want it to. But sooner or later, when you’re no longer paying attention to it, it will fade away.

Just remember, that if someone really wanted you; it doesn’t matter if it’s romantically, platonically or whether it’s your family, they would actually put some effort into trying, and they would make sacrifices for you.

They wouldn’t just tell you that they want you, that they love you, they would show you and prove it to you in every little way possible that they want you.

***

“Camz,” Lauren held on to the assist grips above her head. “Can you please slow down? You’re going to kill us.”

Camila rolled her eyes and laughed. She eased up on the gas, and the car slowed drastically. “Chill, grandma. I’m not going to kill the love for my life.”

“You just might,” Lauren breathed a sigh of relief as the car came to a stop, when they pulled up to Sinu’s house. School was out for Izzy, and the child’s grandmother graciously volunteered to babysit her granddaughter. “You’re literally the worst driver I’ve come across in all my years.”

Camila laughed loudly as she shut the car’s door. “You know what they say about us gays? We can’t drive.”

“But somehow you have your license,” Lauren shook her head. “I must love you way too much to literally put my life in your hands.”

The younger of the two, grabbed onto her wife’s hands stopping her from entering her mother’s house. “I love you,” she cupped Lauren’s face, pulling her in for a kiss. As their tongues met, it elicited a moan from Camila. “I am so irrevocably in love with you.”

“Do you remember when Chelsea said to ask yourself 'why did I get married’?” Lauren asked her wife, who nodded in response. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it and I want to tell you. I know we made our vows, but… I got married because I couldn’t see a life without you. I didn’t want anyone else to have you. When I met you, something inside me just knew that we were supposed to be it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my best friend. I wanted to make so much memories with you. I got married because I love you.”

“Lauren…I..” Camila tried to collect herself, tears were flowing down her cheeks. Every single time Lauren spoke about her feelings, she couldn’t help but become emotional. Having someone so crazy about you, would surely melt your heart.

Lauren shook her head 'no’. “Shh…don’t say anything,” she dried her wife’s tears. “I was fine without you, really. But I wasn’t happy. They say don’t depend on someone for your happiness, but God, Camz…every moment with you is pure blissful happiness.” She slipped a hand into her pocket, inhaling deeply. “I was waiting for the right moment to do this, but I think it’s now.”

She pulled out a velvet box, and went down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. Camila couldn’t believe her eyes, neither could her mother or daughter as they were peeping through the window. Izzy was bouncing up and down, as Sinu covered her mouth in shock; as though her daughter wasn’t even married.

“I know we’re married,” Lauren laughed. “But I want to recommit myself to you. I’ve fucked up and I’ve made a lot of mistakes, mistakes that could have made me lose you. I don’t want that to happen, amor. I am in love with you. My heart, my soul, my love…take it all because they all belong to you.”

Camila was full on sobbing, the more she dried her eyes, the more the tears came.

“Camila Jauregui - Cabello…would you do me the honour of walking down the aisle with me again, recommitting ourselves in front of our friends and family?” Lauren asked, staring at her wife hopefully.

“I…” the singer tried to speak but she couldn’t. She shook her head furiously. “Oh god, Laur. Yes. Yes!” Lauren slipped the ring onto her wife’s ring finger; that now possessed a promise ring, engagement ring, wedding ring and now…a renewal of their vows ring.

She pulled Lauren off from the ground and pressed their lips together, gently biting her wife’s lips, as Lauren slid her hands around her waist.

Lauren deepened the kiss, as Camila moaned against her mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Camila sighed happily as she rested her forehead against Lauren’s.

Izzy popped out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around both her parents. “I love you mama, and I love you mummy!”

Her parents laughed, as Lauren hoisted the child into her arms. “We love you so much, princesa. We’re always going to love you.”

“Forever?” Izzy asked.

“And always.”

***

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Love, Lauren (Camren)

Part Five: Ilios

Sun /sʌn/ (noun) - The star round which the earth orbits.

***

“Helios,” my Greek mythology professor’s voice boomed throughout the lecture hall. “He is the god and personification of the Sun in Greek mythology. He is the son of Titan Hyperion and Titaness Theia. And he is the brother of the goddesses Selene, the moon and Eros, the dawn.”

Yet again, I wasn’t paying much attention to what was currently going on in class. A few days had passed, since my ex girlfriend Elena practically ran out of class. And I was yet to talk to her again. I would see her in the halls, and would wave just to be friendly, but she would act as though I didn’t exist.

If she really wanted me back like Renee said, shouldn’t she have been making some sort of effort?

Work as well, hadn’t been that exciting. I hadn’t seen Camila since Maggie had introduced us, but I guess it was because the hotel had been rather busy these past few days.

“Anyone has anything interesting to share?” My professor paced the room, his eyes falling from student to student. “Anyone? Anything at all?”

The door opened and everyone’s attention fell on the person who was almost an hour late for class; Elena. I was shocked to say the least. I figured she had dropped out of this class because technically, she didn’t need it.

“I’m sorry I’m late, professor,” Elena mumbled an apology. She glanced up and we locked eyes for a few seconds until I looked away.

“Before you have a seat Miss Consuelos, I was asking the class if they had anything on Helios to add, care to shed some light on the subject?” He smiled at her, as though he knew she wasn’t going to be able to answer the question.

It was only until now, I realised that Elena looked extremely tired, there were dark bags under her eyelids, her eyes seemed dull, and she didn’t look the way she normally did.

She didn’t seem like Elena.

“I uhh…” she tugged on her bag strap. For the first time ever, Elena seemed as though she wasn’t prepared for class. ‘Seemed’ being the keyword, until she finally composed herself and answered. “Helios was…well he was described as a handsome young man crowned with the shining of the Sun. He drove his golden chariot across the sky each day on the earth, and at nights, he would leave through the East.”

She looked at our professor expectantly who nodded his head in agreement. Elena went to her usual seat, and pulled out her laptop, settling in for the rest of the class.

“Oh, and professor?” He looked up from the stack of papers he was going to pass out through the class. “The best known story in Greek mythology involving Helios is that of his son; Phaethon, who attempted to drive his father’s chariot but lost control and set the earth on fire. If Zeus had not interfered by throwing a thunderbolt at Phaethon, killing him instantly, all mortals would have died.”

Right.

As I said, she 'seemed’ as though she was flustered and not ready for class. Whatever it was that was bothering Elena, sure seemed as though it was gone as she stepped through our class’ door.

“Hey, Lauren. Wait up,” Elena ran towards me. The moment class was over, I grabbed my things and sprinted out of there. I was extremely tired and wanted to get some rest before work. Lexa had to meet up with some of her other friends for a group project, so we would’ve caught up with each other before we headed to work.

I slowed my pace, allowing her to catch up with me. “Hey.” I didn’t know what else to say nor did I know what she wanted. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to apologise for how I was these past few days,” Elena mumbled. She tossed her hair to the side and looked at me. “I was just going through a lot of different things.”

I nodded my head. It was always hard for her to open up, and she would always close herself off to people, so I completely understood why she acted the way she did. “It’s cool. There’s no hard feelings.” I smiled at her. “Are things okay now?”

I know we didn’t work, for more than one reason, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t care about her.

She once had meant a lot to me.

There will always be those moments where I’ll wonder how her family was doing, what her favourite song at the moment was. I’d always wonder if she still liked anchovies on her pizza, and still liked to binge watch the Lion King movies when she wasn’t feeling okay.

Sometimes, I used to wonder if I was on her mind, the way she was on mine.

But, I guess that’s just the way life goes. You lose someone and you will forever be wondering how they are and what’s going on in their life.

The sooner you accept that people change, the quicker you can move on.

They end up having nothing to say to you, even if just last year, you were telling each other your biggest regrets, your darkest secrets and so much more.

“Yeah,” she smiled at me. “They’re a lot better now.” It felt as though there was an underlying meaning to what she was saying, but I didn’t want to pay too much attention to it. “Do you want to grab something to eat together? I’m starving.”

I was a bit taken aback as to her proposition. We hadn’t done anything like this in quite sometime. If she had thrown this out at me a couple of months ago, I probably would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but right now? I didn’t even know how to answer her.

I knew we were temporary; Elena and I. Sometimes people come into your life and all you can do is just appreciate them while they’re there. You’ll have to try to not get too attached to the way they bring light into your life; and try not to miss them as they leave.

We all have someone we never speak of. Someone who meant so much, that even hearing their name would make your soul tremble with memories and pain. Someone who makes your heart break just a little bit more each time you accidentally think about the colour of their eyes.

We all have that someone.

And for a long time, Elena was that someone for me.

But, as the days went by, it started to hurt less and less. Then one day, I woke up and it didn’t feel like she was sitting on my chest anymore.

I didn’t even notice it, but breathing had become suddenly easier.

And you know what?

That’s okay.

“Listen…” I began and I could already see the dejection in her eyes. “I’d love to have lunch with you, but I’m really tired. Work has been kicking my ass these past few days. Rain check?” I asked, doubting that she would want to have lunch with me after this.

But to my surprise, she smiled and nodded her head 'yes’. “That sounds good. Get some rest. I’ll see you around.”

She didn’t wait for me to respond before walking away.

***

“Hey, Lauren,” when I heard that familiar voice, I spun around quickly to be greeted to that beautiful pair of grey eyes that I could always get lost in. She smiled at me as she took a seat at the bar.

I opened my mouth but words didn’t come, causing her to giggle.

“I’m afraid I broke you yet again?” She teased playfully.

I shook my head and snapped out of it. “Hey, Camila. What can I get you?”

“Couldn’t I have just came over to the bar to see you?” She smiled at me again, and I felt all the air leave my lungs. I couldn’t understand why she was having this sort of reaction on me, and why I wasn’t able to control it.

“I..I mean…well yeah,” I tried to form a coherent sentence but apparently English wasn’t my first language when it came to Camila.

She giggled at my futile attempts at forming a sentence. “I’ll just have glass of wine.” I nodded and went to pour her drink. “Thank you, Lauren. By any chance, have you seen Maggie? She was supposed to meet me for dinner but she’s not answering.”

“Maybe she’s just working late at the hospital?” I offered once I saw the frown on her face. “Are you and Maggie close?”

Camila nodded. “She’s been my best friend since I’ve met her. She takes some getting used to but Maggie is really amazing. She’s a lot more than what meets the eyes.”

“I know,” I locked eyes with her, and for a moment, I could’ve sworn I saw her eyes change to hazel. But when I blinked out of shock, it was grey again.

“Are you okay?” She asked me in concern.

“Do your eyes change colour?” Camila furrowed her eyebrows at me but I shook my head. “Wait, don’t answer that. It’s probably just the lighting in here, anyway.”

She laughed and shook her head at my question. I swear, weird things kept happening to me, and I could never truly understood why. The more I dwelled on it, the more I started to believe that the reason behind all of this was that damned journal.

Last night, after not being able to talk to Camila after that one time, I wrote in my journal asking for another opportunity to see her, to be able to talk to her….and now she’s here, before me.

*** Journal Entry #4

Dear Diary,

I know this may be stupid, and I’m stupid for believing that this journal may possess the power to do things…but I want to see Camila again. I want to talk to her, I want to get to know her.

I’m aware that I technically don’t know her, but I’d like to. And is it weird that I feel like there’s some sort of connection between the two of us? Were we destined to meet? I don’t know, but I feel drawn to her. Maybe she doesn’t feel what I feel whenever I’m around her, but I know there’s something. Because every single time I catch a glimpse at her, or when she smiles at me, my heart can’t help but react the way it does. I don’t know what it is…but please, I’d like to get to know her.

Love, Lauren.

***

“You know,” Camila took a sip of her wine, “I don’t bite. You don’t have to feel nervous with me.” She caught my eye, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

“I’m not nervous,” I mumbled and looked down at the bar top.

“Oh?” I could just hear the smirk that was on her lips, even if I wasn’t looking at her. “So why is it that you can’t look me in the eyes for longer than a few seconds?”

“Eye contact is scary.”

Camila laughed. “And why is it that you can barely say a few words to me without stuttering?”

“I…I don’t have an answer to that.”

Her phone dinged, and she paused our conversation to respond to the person. “So, that was Maggie. She has an important surgery to be prepping for, so she won’t be home until the morning.” Camila frowned. “This is like the first time ever since she missed our pizza and movie Thursdays.”

“I…uh,” a guest placed their drink order with me, “Excuse me, for a moment.” I told Camila, so that she won’t leave the bar. I came back ten minutes later, as there was a mini rush. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, you’re working. I shouldn’t be interrupting you to begin with,” Camila slid her glass at me. “What time do you get off?”

I looked at the clock and realised that I had less than an hour again. Time sure flies when I was with Camila and that sucked because I wanted to be around her a lot longer. “My shift ends in a bit. Why do you ask?”

“It’s silly, but I was wondering if you wanted to do something with me?” She looked hopeful, and I couldn’t turn her down. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I know you’re probably tired with work, and then there’s school.” She added once I didn’t respond fast enough.

I smiled at her so that she would4 relax a bit. “I’d love to. What do you have in mind?”

She piped up, smiling brightly at me. “There’s this frozen yogurt place that’s not too far from here, would you like to grab some with me? It’ll be nice to chat and get to know each other better.”

Know each other better.

The diary.

I glanced away at Camila for a moment, and I saw Raven; my manager staring at me from a distance off. She turned her head to the right, and I could’ve sworn that she nodded her head discreetly, before approaching me. “Lauren,” she greeted me, a small smile on her lips. “Hey, Camila. Since when do you ever leave the kitchen?” She teased her playfully. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Camila punched her lightly on the arm, returning her smile. “Oh shut up, Raven. I do get out of there…when I have to go home anyway. I’m sorry if I’m taking up Lauren’s time.” She looked at me apologetically.

Raven waved her hand. “Oh it’s fine. I was just about to tell Lauren she’s free to go for the night, Caitlynn can handle her shift.” My manager snapped her fingers and one of my coworkers came, the girl was beyond beautiful but she couldn’t even compare to Camila. “Caitlynn, do you mind taking the rest of Lauren’s shift?”

“Oh, that’s no problem!” She smiled happily.

I couldn’t understand what was going on and why everyone who worked at this hotel was so damn cheerful all the time.

“That’s great!” Camila exclaimed. “We can get going now, then.”

“Oh, you guys were planning on going out?” Raven asked as she looked between the two of us.

“Yeah. Maggie isn’t around for our sister date, so Lauren decided to keep me company for the night,” Camila locked eyes with me, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Raven stared off behind Camila, at someone or something, I couldn’t exactly see, before responding. “Aw! That’s so nice. I hope the two of you have fun getting to know each other.”

***

“So, you’re not from around here?” Camila asked me as she spooned some yogurt into her mouth.

“Nah, I was born and spent my best years in Los Angeles, then I popped over here for University.”

“Why Columbia, though?” Camila kept asking me a lot of questions and it’s not that I had mind answering them, she just seemed really interested in getting to know me. And I had to admit, I was pretty happy about that. “All the universities out there, why choose Columbia?”

I shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t know. I wasn’t sure where I really wanted to go to but I guess the stars aligned and I settled on attending there. Plus, Lexa got a full ride, so I wanted to experience a new world with my best friend.”

“Do you like it here?”

I nodded. “It was fine before. A new place, new people, new things to see, so it was relatively fine. But now?” She looked up from her dessert, and stared at me. “I like it even more now.”

For a second I thought I saw her blush, but I brushed it off.

“So, tell me, do you prefer here or Greece?”

“Ahh,” Camila exclaimed. “That’s a tough one because both places have their own things to offer. But if I had to choose, I’d probably say Santorini because it’s where I grew up, and made so many memories.”

“Would you ever want to go back?”

Camila thought about it for a moment before answering. “I mean, I do love my home country, my mom is still there, I still have family and friends there, but I don’t think I’d want to live there anymore. My life is here. You know what I mean?”

I nodded because as much as I loved L.A, with Camila here, I don’t know if I would ever want to go back.

“I’d like to visit Greece one day,” I told Camila and she smiled brightly at me. “Is it as nice as the pictures?”

“Oh trust me, darling, the pictures have nothing on Greece.”

We talked about so many various topics, and the more time I spent talking to Camila, the more I realised that we had so much in common. She had an awful sense of humour, but I couldn’t help but laugh too, because seeing Camila’s eyes crinkle, and hearing that adorable laugh leave her lips, I couldn’t help myself.

“Ilios.”

I stopped mid-sentence when I heard that familiar whisper in my ear. I can’t say that it was spooking me out, because after two times, I had grown accustomed to it. I just needed to figure out why the fuck I was hearing these things.

I shook my head and snapped out of it. “Wait, so I remember when we first met, you told me that you had recently turned twenty three, right?” Camila nodded. “When’s your birthday? For future reference.”

“For future reference, huh?” She smirked at me. “I was born the night of January 11th. Literally five minutes before midnight. My parents named me 'Eliana’ which means 'God has answered’. But, since I’m Greek, they associate it with 'Elios’ also know as the god of the sun; therefore I’m the daughter of the sun.” Camila rambled about her name meaning and her birth.

She was born a few minutes before the darkest period of the night.

Eliana.

Daughter of the sun.

Ilios.

Was it just me, or did everything seem to be related in a sense?

“What about you?” Camila asked. The waitress came and placed another frozen yogurt in front of her. I swear, Camila had an incredible appetite.

It was only until she asked me, I realised that I was born the next day, two years later.

What the fuck?

“I was born January 12th, actually,” when I told Camila that, she kinked an eyebrow at me. “Isn’t that weird?”

“Very weird. You were born on a full moon, right?”

I nodded my head. “Yep. That’s where my middle name 'Luna’ comes from. I was born at exactly midnight. My parents didn’t really have any name ideas for me, but when I was born, my mom just knew that she had to name me, Luna.”

I was born at the darkest period of the night.

Thus, Luna was born.

Camila was lost in thought for a moment, until she shook her head laughing. “I just had a strange thought.” She told me once she saw that I was looking at her in confusion. “It’s weird how we met each other out of nowhere and have so much in common. What if we’re like soulmates or something?”

I laughed, even though something within me was telling me that there was a strong possibility of us being soulmates.

“Would that be a bad thing, though?”

Everyone says that 'love hurts’ but I beg to differ.

Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing someone that you love hurts. And I guess, everyone gets these things confused with 'love’.

In reality, however, love is the only thing that doesn’t hurt you. Love covers up all the pain that we’re faced with in this world.

Love is the only pure thing in this world.

Camila made this very weird but adorable facial expression, as she thought about it for a moment. “I’ll let you know when we get to know each other better.” She winked playfully at me. Her phone rang, cutting our conversation short. “I have to take this. I’ll be back.”

I nodded mindlessly and watched as she walked away from me. It wasn’t my intention, but I caught a glimpse of something that was glowing in her purse. I glanced at Camila and saw that she was outside, her back towards me. Quickly, I took out whatever it was, and that’s when I saw it.

The journal.

Except, this one had a moon charm on it. As I held it, it started to glow even brighter, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed that it was going to explode or something. Fearing that Camila would be back soon, I slipped it back into her bag, and moved away from it.

Okay, honestly, like literally…. what the fuck was happening?

Is she the girl Renee was talking about?

Greek accent? Check.

Beautiful? Check. But that might be subjective.

Grey eyes? Check.

Fuck. It was her!

But this must’ve been more than just a coincidence. I wasn’t one to believe in fate, but there wasn’t any logical explanation for this.

I was tempted to open her journal, but I was too afraid that Camila might catch me and I didn’t want to invade her privacy.

“I’m sorry about that,” Camila came back five minutes later. “It was my mom. She’s coming to visit and wants to spend as much time as she can with me.”

I stared at her, but nothing she said was processing in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about the journal and what it had meant.

Camila having the other half of the journal, was that a coincidence or just sheer blind luck? Fate even?

I don’t know, and I didn’t want to ask her either.

“Lauren?” She snapped me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I’m fine. What were you saying about your mom?”

“If you’re tired, we can always call it a night. I know you have class in the morning,” at the mention of class, I looked down at my watch and realised that it was almost midnight. I don’t usually sleep early, but I had spent most of my time just laying in my bed, wallowing in self pity.

“You’re right,” I stood up. “And you have work in the morning, I guess we should call it a night?”

Camila grabbed her bag, and her phone, following me out of the shop. “It was really nice spending tonight with you, Lauren.” I heard the sincerity in her voice and the smile on her face was enough to make me return one. “Maybe we can do it again, another time? Maybe as a… date?” She blushed and looked down at her hands.

A date? With literally the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever had the opportunity of coming across?

How could I say 'no’?

☾☀︎

I mean, it was physically impossible for me to say 'no’ to begin with, given that Camila was my soulmate after all.

☾☀︎

“I’d love that,” I took her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips. “It’s a date.”

Camila blushed again, but this time she didn’t look away from me. I saw her eyes change to hazel yet another time, but I chose not to mention it.

“We’ll just have to figure out when we’re free to do it, and maybe not a frozen yogurt place this time.” I laughed.

Camila shrugged. “I mean, it doesn’t really matter where we go, I’d just be happy with the company.”

“I can say the same about me,” I told her sincerely, looking into her eyes. I could feel my heart rate begin to accelerate, and at one point, I could’ve sworn that Camila could hear just how loudly it was beating. We didn’t break eye contact for almost a few seconds, but it could’ve been longer. because time with Camila just flew by. “Should I walk you home?”

I snapped out of it, interrupting our staring competition.

Camila shook her head 'no’. “It’s okay. It’s just a short walk back to the hotel, but I appreciate the offer.” She gave me her phone and I stared at it in confusion. “Put your number in, silly.”

“Oh,” I mentally facepalmed myself. “Right. I knew that.”

She giggled cutely at my stupidity, and my heart reacted to it.

“Right. There you go. Text me when you get back safe, okay?”

Camila nodded. She placed a kiss on my cheek before walking away. I stood in the same position staring at her until she faded away from my eyesight. Long after she left, I could still feel her lips against my skin.

Today, hands down was one of the best days of my life.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was happening to me recently, but it was starting to slowly make sense.

I just needed to revisit that antique shop to get answers.

☾☀︎

Little did I know that I was going to be faced with more questions than answers.

However, slowly but surely everything started to make sense. But one thing that I knew from the very start, Camila was going to mean a lot to me.

She still does.

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So We're Kind Of Like, Perfect For Each Other (Camren One Shot)

Summary: Lauren walked into a Starbucks, and there was a pretty girl working the register, and then things kind of just like, happened.

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laurenjauregui i am 90% sure that darkness follows me 12 posts. 4,259 followers. 1,027 following.

Lauren had the same Instagram bio ever since she had first created her account five years ago, back in sixth grade.

i am 90% sure that darkness follows me

She didn’t necessarily like it, but she never cared enough to change it, so that’s what it was and that’s what it is.

I should really change that, shouldn’t I?

It’s pretty lame…

Eh, whatever.

She pushed open the door to the Starbucks.

Lauren’s favorite Starbucks was a mere five minutes away from her house, but she had compromised with her friend, Ally, to meet in this Starbucks because this Starbucks was located right between their houses—a nine minute walk for the both of them (since neither of them were too fond on the idea of using up precious gas for such a small travel).

They always did best on their homework when they worked together—it had been that way ever since elementary school. But trying to work on homework together through FaceTime was getting monotonous.

Green eyes looked up from her phone to scan the Starbucks, and Lauren settled for occupying an empty table in the far corner when her shorter friend was nowhere to be found.

She looked back down to her phone, thumbs typing out a text message to Ally.

Lauren: ally wyaaaaaaaaa

Then, she went back to her Instagram page.

She bit her lip as she stared at her bio.

It’s really stupid.

Like, really stupid.

I should change it.

Okay, I’m going to change it…

But what would I even change it to?

Trade a stupid bio for another stupid bio?

No-

That was when a short, blonde girl came running through the doors, colorful clothes and an even more colorful smile dawning her exterior as she ran up to Lauren.

“I have to pee, order for me!” she quickly let out before she made to speed walk towards the bathroom.

“The regular?” Lauren called after her, laughing to herself at the sight of Ally’s small figure scurrying to the restrooms.

“Yeah!”

Lauren hates ordering in Starbucks—even in her favorite Starbucks, the one that wasn’t this one.

But only because the employees were normally people her own age, and she didn’t enjoy ordering something from somebody the same age as her—made her feel weird and uncomfortable. She was a junior in high school, a freshly 17 year old. So there were a bunch of other students from her school who worked at a bunch of different Starbucks locations, which often times made for some awkward interactions. And, as an extra special little wonderful added bonus, she is more often than not forced to order from the same person who has to make whatever she orders.

Lauren glanced up from her phone to analyze the person she’d be ordering from, hoping that they weren’t the same age as her and simultaneously hoping that they weren’t somebody from school.

But to-fucking-day, she really wanted the employee to be the same age as her.

Holy nut.

The girl at the register, waiting for a customer with a lukewarm expression on her face, was a long-haired brunette with brown eyes that were shimmering from the rays of sun shining through the windows, and she had an adorable nose and perfect lips, and then she adorably furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes when the sun had clearly become too invasive on her vision, and Lauren full-on became the heart eyes emoji.

And Lauren wasn’t bad at flirting by any stretch of the imagination, but she’d be lying if she said that her heart rate didn’t pick up at the thought of being face-to-face with this one.

It wasn’t a busy day, rather slow with the customers, and Lauren was certainly glad about it.

She walked up to the counter, lamely telling herself to lay on the “Jauregui charm” (which was only an inside joke between herself and her friends), and she easily returned the warm smile that the girl gave her.

“Hi,” the girl’s voice was light and she cutely waved, and Lauren found it adorable.

“Hi,” Lauren’s voice was relaxed and raspy with morning, and she looked down to the girl’s name tag to finish, “Camila.”

She didn’t know if the other girl was just nervous to be speaking to a customer, or if she had pronounced her name wrong, or like, what, but Camila’s face definitely reddened and she definitely looked down to hide the very fact.

Lauren smirked at the crystal clear blush on Camila’s cheeks, her confidence now fully restored as she moved forward to lean against the counter with her elbows, satisfaction seeping through her when the redness on Camila’s face grew deeper at their closeness, “I’ll have two tall Caramel Frappuccinos, both with almond milk.”

Camila’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “Bleh, almond milk.”

“Almond milk is amazing,” Lauren laughed as Camila’s nose returned to scrunching up in disgust, a giddy feeling rising inside of her at Camila’s willingness to further their interaction. “You don’t like it?”

Camila shook her head, a wide smile on her lips, “Only weirdos think almond milk is amazing.”

“Wow, okay.”

Camila giggled, and Lauren wanted to catch the sound in a bottle.

The brunette shrugged, “It’s true.”

Lauren nodded with a feigned expression of indignation, and after a short moment of the two just staring at each other; Camila’s face was reddening again and Lauren’s ego was boosting through the roof.

Lauren stood back from the counter, fixing her posture as she slid her wallet out of her pocket. Camila’s brows furrowed, and Lauren chuckled to herself at the adorable confusion on her face. She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet and held it up, wiggling it around for Camila to see, and reached across with the intention of putting it into the tip jar.

Camila laughed loudly, maybe a little louder than the joke permitted but she didn’t care, and her hands flew to catch Lauren’s wrist before she could drop the twenty dollar bill into the tip jar.

“I haven’t even given you your drinks yet, dummy!” Camila exclaimed, smiling hard.

“You have called me a weirdo and a dummy within the span of such a short amount of time. So, like, I’m just going to drop this into this jar-”

Camila threw her head back with laughter this time, needing to step forward to catch her balance as her hands remained clutched around Lauren’s wrist, “No! That’s such a frickin’ waste of twenty dollars.”

“Oh, okay. I get it. So, you just want me to like, slide this into your pocket-”

Camila was quick to cut her off, laughter around her every word, “I just want you to put it away.”

“Why? It’s for you,” Lauren frowned, voice reduced to a pathetic whimper.

“People don’t give Starbucks baristas twenty dollar tips, that’s just…that’s too much.”

“Well,” Lauren seemed to be in thought for a moment, but she continued only half a moment later to drop the twenty dollar bill into the jar with a shrug, “I guess I’m giving you too much.”

Camila’s blush flared as she dropped her hands from Lauren’s wrist, their hands brushing on the way down.

“Thanks,” Camila smiled to herself and she finally tapped the order into the register, searching her mind for something more to say because she really didn’t want this cute (like, cute-cute) customer to walk away.

It happened all of the time. Every now and then, a person would walk into Camila’s Starbucks and would start flirting with her (or at least, she would think that they were flirting) and would sweep her hopeless-romantic ass right off of her feet. But once their order was done, they wouldn’t so much as glance Camila’s way, and Camila would be sad whenever she’d have to watch them walk out the door.

So eventually, she concluded that maybe this customer is straight, and maybe this customer isn’t even flirting, and maybe this customer is in a relationship, and maybe this customer is just a friendly person, and maybe this customer gives all Starbucks baristas twenty dollar bills just out of kindness, and maybe this customer is just a naturally funny and charismatic person.

Camila would just have to watch another one leave.

Although, thisone in particular, was being really charming and was sweeping her off of her feet a tad bit more than anybody else had before, and she couldn’t help but think that it might be slightly more difficult to watch this one leave.

Nevertheless, as Camila finished entering in the order, she mindlessly muttered to nothing, “Okay.”

She turned around and reached over to grab two cups, her smile significantly smaller than it was a second ago, “Name for your order?”

“Lauren,” the green eyed girl answered with a friendliness in her tone, and Camila had to turn around to busy herself with making the Frappuccinos as to prevent herself from getting lost in the stranger’s eyes.

Well, she’s not like, a complete-complete stranger. Like, I know her name now. That totally makes her not a stranger, Camila thought, looking over her shoulder to see that the sunlight was hitting Lauren perfectly as the green eyed girl stepped off to the side and looked out the window in waiting for her order.

She bit her lip and returned her focus to making the drinks.

Camila tried really hard to not overthink about the way that Lauren stared at her lips when she handed the raven haired girl her Frappuccinos, but she couldn’t help her mind from immediately drifting to it the moment Lauren’s back was to her.

Then when she realized that Lauren had actually ordered two Frappuccinos and proceeded to sit at a table with another girl, the gears in her mind began turning (like, turning-turning) and she all but ran to the back room.

“Dinah! Dinah! Emergency!” she jumped up and down, tugging at Dinah’s arm to lead her around the corner to the front counter.

“Walz, this better be fucking good ‘cause you’re cuttin’ into my precious break time. I literally just started my break too,” the tall blonde whined as Camila dropped her arm and walked up to the register.

“I need your help,” Camila mumbled, catching Dinah’s wrist when she groaned and turned to walk away. “No! Not with like, not with working the register.”

Dinah furrowed her brows, but followed Camila’s gaze and easily put the pieces together when there was a pretty green eyed customer staring back at Camila from across the room.

And then the pretty green eyed customer smiled, and then Camila smiled and blushed and looked down, and the customer is beautiful, and Camila is beautiful, and it was such a cute moment, and Dinah officially began shipping them.

“Oh my gosh, Walz! What the hell was that?” Dinah harshly whispered, glancing over to the customer to find that green eyes were taking consistent glances over to her best friend. “Walz, she keeps looking over here.”

“She just ordered, and she was being really cute, and I think she was flirting, and she gave us that twenty dollar tip, and she said my name correctly, and she’s really cute, CheeChee. I don’t know what to do, like I don’t want her to leave. And she might be straight, but what if that girl is her girlfriend? What if they’re on a date right now?” Camila rambled, running a distressed hand through her hair, suddenly self-conscious of her appearance after Dinah had said that Lauren was still looking over.

“What’s her name?” the blonde asked.

“Lauren. God, that’s such a pretty name,” Camila dreamily answered, taking another glance over to the raven haired customer.

Her brows scrunched together as she watched Lauren’s company hand Lauren a pen, growing more curious when Lauren began writing onto a napkin.

“What do I do, Chee-” she began, turning around to face her taller friend; only to find that Dinah was making her way towards Lauren’s table. Camila instantly panicked and she aggressively whispered out, “No, CheeChee! CheeChee!”

Dinah looked over her shoulder with a quick, “I got you, Walz,” and a less than subtle wink.

“No! No! CheeChee! Stop!” Camila whispered through a fit, about ready to cry as her face reddened at the sight of her Polynesian friend occupying an empty seat at Lauren’s table.

“She’s so fuckin’ pretty, Ally,” Lauren mumbled, looking down to mindlessly stir her straw around her Frappuccino. “What should I do?”

“Why don’t you just do that little trick of your’s?” Ally asked, taking a sip from her drink.

“The napkin thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Ally, the last time I tried that, I had a drink thrown at me.”

Ally snorted, nearly choking on the sip of her Frappuccino that she had been taking, “Wait, what? How come I don’t know about this?”

“Well, I used it on this one girl who worked at a Starbucks. Her name was Kate. And apparently, Kate was friends with another girl who worked at a different Starbucks that I used the napkin trick on. And then, Kate only went and ruined one of my favorite shirts with a latte. So, I’m kind of never going to use that trick ever again.”

“Well, maybe it would work better if you’d write more than just your Instagram and 'hit me up, mamí’ with an ugly little winky face on the side.”

“Hey, I am more than capable of getting creative. I was just getting comfortable with my bisexuality, and I just wanted random hookups with random girls. Give me a break.”

“Do you want Camila to be a random hookup?”

“Not at all.”

“Well then, get creative,” Ally said as she handed Lauren a pen.

CheeChee’s going to make me seem like such a loser.

I don’t think I’ll be able to hear them from here.

I hate this.

I wish I never met Lauren.

Actually, no I don’t.

I hate CheeChee so much right now.

“Hey, so you met my friend earlier, right? Camila? The one with the big ass?” Dinah asked as she easily sat herself down on an empty seat at Lauren’s table. “Hi, I’m Dinah, by the way, Camila’s best friend in the entire universe.”

Lauren chuckled, glancing over to Camila who was clearly trying so hard to keep her eyes forward, face sporting the reddest shade of mortified.

“Hi-uh, I’m Lauren.”

“Yeah, I know. She told me all about you,” Dinah stated, thumb pointing behind her shoulder in Camila’s direction. Her eyes lit up as she saw a little note written on the napkin in front of Lauren, and she excitedly asked, “Ooh! Is that for my best friend?”

Lauren glanced over to Ally, and her face went a little red at the smirk on her shorter friend’s face.

The raven haired girl looked down to the napkin, “Uh, yeah.” She bit her lip and handed the napkin to Dinah, “Is she-um, is she like, taken?”

“She has been single her entire life.”

Camila groaned when she glanced over to the table to find that Lauren was handing the napkin over to Dinah.

What’s on that fucking napkin?

A rejection letter?

“Sorry, you’re ugly. I’m never coming to this Starbucks establishment ever again. K, bye.”

And Camila wasn't that oblivious, but she was trying to keep her hopes to a minimum as to avoid disappointment if this turned out to be the worst case scenario.

“Aw!” Camila heard her best friend coo from across the room, and her curiosity and excitement to know what was on the napkin spiked ten-fold.

“But please don’t give it to her yet,” Lauren quickly let out. “Give it to her during her break or something.”

“This is so cute,” Dinah gushed as she reread the note on the napkin, stricken with a strong sense of happiness for her best friend (because she knew that to meet somebody special in a coffee shop had always been a secret dream of Camila’s).

Soon, Dinah was standing up from the table, tightening her uniformed apron. Camila’s heart rate picked up watching Dinah saunter over, clearly boasting her ownership of the napkin.

“When’s your next break, Chanch?” Dinah asked, confusing Camila because what did that have to do with giving her the fucking napkin.

Camila frowned, “An hour and a half.”

“Cool,” Dinah nodded.

The brunette continued to stare at Dinah expectantly as the Polynesian waved her off to the side in order to take her position behind the register.

“Uh, Dinah?”

“Yeah?”

Camila blanked for a moment, feeling as though she had teleported into another dimension in which Dinah had never even received the napkin, but nevertheless she followed up with, “Was that napkin for you, or-”

“Oh, right!” Dinah exclaimed, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing (hint: she knew exactly what she was doing). “I can’t give it to you until your break.”

Camila took a step closer to her taller friend and pouted, “What? Why?”

Dinah turned her head up to the sound of another customer walking in and she flashed them a kind smile, muttering to Camila, “Your girlfriend said so.”

Camila groaned, eyes drifting off to the fair-skinned cutie.

And she hadn’t known that she was staring (like, staring-staring) until:

“Walz, switch to register,” Dinah interrupted her thoughts as she moved to make the customer’s order, a knowing smirk on her lips when Camila had to visibly snap herself out of staring at Lauren.

—-

The Cuban brunette tapped her nails against the countertop, trying hard to keep her eyes from diverting back to the clock in the back room in her poor attempt to make her break arrive quicker.

A few customers had walked in, but other than that, Camila’s only option of distraction was to keep up with the flirty-eyes thing that she had going on with Lauren.

Eventually, she looked into the back room to see that she still had thirty minutes left until her break. And when she turned back, she was met with the disheartening sight of Lauren and her friend packing up their schoolwork.

Apart of Camila wanted to jump the counter and run after Lauren when the two girls walked out of the Starbucks, but of course she didn’t.

She watched with a heavy heart as Lauren’s figure got further off into the distance until the pair turned a corner and she was gone. The feeling of a flirty customer leaving was all too familiar, but there was a lingering hopefulness as Camila fantasized about what Lauren could’ve possibly written on the napkin.

“What if she thinks the little note that I wrote is stupid?” Lauren stressed, pale hand running through her hair as her and Ally walked along the Miami sidewalks.

“It was cute, Lauren.”

“Are you sure, Ally? 'Cause-”

“Lauren,” Ally’s voice was more firm that time, and Lauren went quiet, “it was cute. I promise.”

“Here you are,” Dinah perked, placing a folded napkin atop of the counter in front of Camila.

The brunette’s eyes lit up and she glanced back at the clock in the back room to find that she could start her ten minute break, all but ripping her visor off of her head.

Her small frame excitedly jumped up and down and she refrained from giving her best friend a koala hug.

“Thank you, Dinah!” she smiled, grabbing the napkin and leaning up to give the Polynesian a kiss on the cheek.

“Read it,” Dinah laughed, grateful for the uncharacteristically slow day in terms of customers.

Hi, so I’m Lauren. You’re really beautiful. That visor and that apron really suit you. I’m too much of a wuss to say this in person. Anyways, you’re really beautiful. I already wrote that. I really liked talking to you.

Camila giggled to herself, an immensely happy feeling rising within her (because stuff like this just doesn’t ever happen to her).

Heat rushed to her ears as she turned the napkin to the back.

I hope you’re not straight…feel free to slide into my instagram dm’s if you want to @laurenjauregui :)

She couldn’t help the squeal that left her once she had finished reading, and neither could Dinah, and they only stopped once a few customers started to turn heads.

It was later in the afternoon when Lauren got the notification that a certain @camila_cabello started following her, and once Lauren had clicked on the profile to see who it was, her normally relaxed demeanor was significantly reduced to running around the house and jumping around the walls and yelling at her little brother, “I get more girls than you!”

—-

camila darkness is my best friend 8 posts. 1,072 followers. 953 following.

“Make her work for it, Walz,” Dinah stated, mindlessly tapping against the side of the register as the two waited for a customer.

It was the following day now.

Dinah’s statement made Camila frown, “But what if she thinks that I don’t like her back?”

“No, here’s what’s going to happen. She’s going to stress about you all day long. And then if she doesn’t come back here today, then you’ll have a reason to slide into her dm’s later. And then she’ll think, ’Wow, this girl is sexy and flirty as hell.’ And then you’ll reel her in with your cuteness,” Dinah added, leaving Camila awestruck at her flirtatious brilliance. “But if she actually comes back today, then it shows that she doesn’t care about looking desperate, therefor she’s a keeper.”

Camila had just opened her mouth to say something when there came a gentle ringing at the door to announce that a customer had just walked in.

“Oh my gosh, Walz, I wasn’t expecting her to come back, I really wasn’t expecting her to come back-”

“Let me switch to the register!”

“She actually came back-”

“Switch with me, woman!”

“Hi.” The whispered panic was put to an instant stop as they looked forward to see an endearing smile and twinkling green eyes.

They both cleared their throats and fixed their aprons, emitting a soft laugh from the green eyed girl.

“You’re Camila’s girlfriend, right?”

“Dinah,” Camila groaned, her body slumping as she took a mortified step to the side and turned her reddening face away.

Please shut up, Dinah. Please shut up.

She could feel Lauren’s eyes burning into her and she heard the raspy voice say, “I wish.”

Then Camila felt a rough pat on her shoulder and registered the sound of Dinah’s boisterous voice saying, “She’s all your’s, Walz.”

Dinah walked off to the side, just out of ear shot, and as Camila took her place behind the register her knees felt significantly weaker than they normally were, completely aware of Lauren’s eyes watching her every move.

“So-um,” Lauren’s statement trailed off, grabbing Camila’s attention, a face splitting grin on the brunette’s lips at the shyness in Lauren’s tone, “you followed me on Instagram.”

“Yeah,” Camila grinned, her gaze down, willing for her blush to dissipate.

Damn, she’s sexy, Lauren thought, eyes flickering around the beautiful features of the smaller girl’s face.

Flirtatiousness danced amongst Lauren’s tone as she said, “I can’t lie, I did a little bit of stalking.”

Camila rested her elbow atop the counter and placed her chin into the palm of her hand, a playful expression written all over her still-flushed face.

The raven haired girl shook her head, a chuckle in her throat as she said, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Well I’m just wondering why you stalked my page and didn’t like any of my pictures.”

“Well I’m just wondering why I wrote on the napkin to feel free to slide into my dm’s and you didn’t.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to.”

Lauren’s jaw slacked, the seriousness on her face ripping a loud laugh out of Camila.

“Well, you should consider because I think that we might be soulmates,” the green eyed customer joked, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she happily drummed her fingers against the edge of the counter.

“Oh, really?” Camila lilted, her eyebrows lifting in anticipation as her cheeks began to hurt from the stretching of her smile.

“Yup.”

“And why’s that?”

Lauren shrugged, “Well, your bio says darkness is your best friend, and my bio says I’m ninety percent sure that darkness follows me.”

The taller girl shot an expectant look at Camila, eliciting a wholesome laugh from the brunette.

Lauren continued with a cute grin, gesticulating between the two of them as she spoke, “Darkness follows me and it's your best friend so we’re kind of like, perfect for each other.”

“Wow,” Camila nodded, feigning an impressed diction in her voice. “That was good, that was good.”

Eventually, another customer walked through the door and they became all giggles as Lauren cleared her throat and pretended to order something.

Throughout the rest of Camila’s shift—up until Lauren bashfully asked for a hug once Camila’s shift ended and they had to go their separate ways—the two continued to stare at each other, blushing and grinning and finding each other adorable across the distance of the Starbucks (the one that wasn’t Lauren’s favorite, but it’s her favorite now).

—-

A week passed of dm'ing, and then texting, and Lauren’s consistent visits to the Starbucks, when at the end of Camila’s shift, Lauren asked for a date to see a movie instead of a hug (but then they still hugged afterwards).

Then came another week of texting, and hugging, and going on dates, when Lauren got sick so she couldn’t go to the Starbucks one day, and Dinah sent her a video on Snapchat of Camila pouting and saying, “I miss Lern Jergi.”

Then came another week of dating, and making heart eyes at each other between a random table and the register (at this point, Lauren only came into the Starbucks to stare at Camila; she was no longer even ordering anything), when they were standing outside of the Starbucks and Lauren leaned down to kiss Camila instead of asking for a hug or a date (but then they still hugged and went on a date afterwards).

Then came another week of dating, and of Camila walking over to leave quick pecks to Lauren’s cheek in between her breaks every now and then (one time, Lauren turned her head to press their lips together and Camila almost fainted), when Lauren passed her a napkin that said, “Will you be my girlfriend?” on it and then on the back of that same napkin, “…please don’t reject me.”

Camila didn’t reject her.

Instead, she grabbed a pen from the back room, and wrote onto another napkin in big letters (as big as she could fit onto the napkin), “I WOULD NEVER REJECT YOU!” and then held it up for Lauren to read it from across the room.

Then came another week of being girlfriends, and their Instagram bio’s changed.

laurenjauregui darkness follows me and it’s your best friend so we’re kind of like, perfect for each other. @camila_cabello 💕☕️ 14 posts. 4,364 followers. 1,183 following.

camila “darkness follows me and it’s your best friend so we’re kind of like, perfect for each other.” - lern jergi @laurenjauregui 💕☕️ 10 posts. 2,162 followers. 1,091 following.

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(Author’s Note: hopefully you enjoyed this lil’ one shot, thank you for reading. find me on wattpad @Ondatbeat <3)

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Our Own World Where We Decide

Her sweet honey looking eyes grazed at me as I looked upwards at the sun subsiding below us. We were sitting on the roof of my house as the trees surrounding us made us feel more inclined with mother nature.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked as I awed the sky.

“There’s nothing as beautiful as a sunset at this time of the day.” I laid my head on her shoulder as a reply to her response to nature’s majestic beauties.

“You should see how the sun arises in the early morning. It’s so unfortunate that the most awe striking thing to occur does not get to be seen, instead we are too lazy to wake up.” I whispered to her ear while my face was covered by the brunette’s neck.

“It’s like a mix of water colors being thrown at each other but in an artistic way. There could be purple and blue with a tint of yellow surrounding each other in the sky. Whoever paints the sky everyday is a true artist.” Camila rolled her eyes as usual whenever I made these kind of remarks.

“You’re such a dork. You and your metaphors.” I playfully shoved her arm as usual whenever she teased me for acting like some kind of dork or nerd.

“I’m just expressing my thoughts!….And it doesn’t make me a dork.” She rolled her eyes at me again, being her usual demeanor whenever I came up with excuses about myself.

“Whatever, so are you up to do something thrilling with me this weekend? We can go on a car trip or go camping?” I thought for a moment about what crazy adventures we may do this weekend.

During our previous chapters of ‘The Rebellious Teenage Crazy Shit’ we did together, we have literally done so much insane crap. Such as this one time our friends dared us to go into the gas station store and steal some treats. At the beginning, I was a bit hesitant about it because well first of all, if I get arrested for doing some ludicrous shit like that, my parents would crucify me and my life would eventually be over. But, once Camila and I ran out of the rotting store, I felt something I’ve never felt before, yes it sounds very cliché, but I had this electrifying feeling that I could do anything. In other words… I felt alive. If there is anything I am honestly thankful for…other than my mother giving birth to me or else I would be at hell who knows where, I am very very thankful for Camila Cabello.

Now this girl literally saved me from living the most mundane life ever. Before I had met her, my lifestyle basically had the same routine over and over again. She allowed me to see life in a different perspective. We aren’t just here to survive but to grasp some kind of meaning out of it…. I am infatuated with hanging out with her since she resembles some kind of angel who stands by my side and allows me to live a little. Although, my other friends do pick on me for it but, they don’t understand me. Only she does. Camila isn’t like other people who I’ve been known to… she’s different. But in a good way. The word I’d use for her is unique. The angelic girl has such soft and innocent features. Her cheeks are round but her jaw is well defined or should I say sculpted by the gods. Don’t even get me started with her butt cause that girl has a bomb down there and it woos every guy or girl who passes by her. Other then that, when she smiles, her nose scrunches so adorably while her chocolatey brown eyes close. Sometimes when I tell her one of my hilarious jokes and I don’t mean to sound cocky but they can be pretty funny, she rises her head up, allowing her light brown hair to fall back. Then, she lays her hand above her luscious lips, screeching like a goose who is getting ran over by a golf cart… just kidding. Camila’s voice is truly divine; I get so excited to hear her laugh such as the parent’s new born child saying his or her first words. Well, I may be exaggerating but her giggles send butterflies throughout my whole body.

“Hey! Are you listening to me?” I blushed as I caught myself staring at her and tending to lose focus on what she was saying.

“Oh uh yeah, sorry. Ummm, what about we go on a car ride. Those are fun and we can blast our favorite songs on the radio while we yell the lyrics.”

“Perfect choice! …Hey do you remember what happened last time? That mother did not have a pleasant look on her face when we were cursing out those rap songs so stridently. Her child in the car beside us was hearing the lyrics pretty well…”

My eyes widened as I remembered the embarrassing situation we had to endure. “Oh my god I don’t even want to think about it. She was so furious….”

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Thirty One: Sing To Me

Wait,“ Dinah repeated for the millionth time. "You’re telling me that Lauren did what?!”

Maggie rolled her eyes and poured herself another glass of wine. After Lauren’s proposal, Camila had gathered some of her friends and went to discuss what had happened between them.

To spill the Earl Grey and what not.

It wasn’t out in the tabloids as yet, but knowing Dinah Jane, Camila was sure, that no later than today, her best friend would tweet something and the world would know.

“She said, you dumb bitch,” Maggie took a sip from her glass. “That they’re renewing their vows and she’s making me the matron of honour.”

“Listen here, you little bitch,” Dinah began. “I’ve known the both of them a lot longer than you, therefore if anyone is going to be the maid of honour, that will be me; Dinah Jane Milika Ilaisaane Hansen Amasio Kane. No one else. Period.”

Camila laughed to herself and admired her ring. She couldn’t believe that this had happened. Even though therapy was over a couple weeks now, and with her album dropping in about two weeks, she was still extremely nervous about having to go back on tour. She and Lauren had been discussing what they were going to do, and they had settled on moving to New York. They weren’t too sure about having Izzy on the road with Camila as yet because she did need to be in a stable environment; so that was going to be a major issue.

“Actually guys, I was thinking about having Becky be my maid of honour,” at the mention of her name, the teenager began choking hysterically on her drink; causing Maggie to knock her on the back, hoping she doesn’t die. “Are you okay?” Camila smirked at her sister.

“I..I what,” Becky said in confusion. “You want me, as in ME,” she pointed to herself to be your MOH? Are you for real?“

Camila reached across the table and took her sister’s hand. "I am. You’re my sister Becky, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my maid of honour. Plus, Dinah was it last time, she can’t be that greedy.”

“Um, yes I can,” Dinah rolled her eyes playfully. “But that’s a really cute idea, Walz. I can’t wait to see you crying as you’re walking down the aisle again.”

Dinah, Maggie, Becky along with Camila had met up for an impromptu visit. Since everyone was literally busy with their careers and children, it was quite difficult to schedule a group hang with everyone. Lauren, as well couldn’t make it because she had some work to do with Natasha.

“I’m really honoured that you chose me, Mila,” Becky intertwined their fingers together. “I’m just so happy that things worked out between you and Lauren. The both of you deserve to be happy.”

Camila brought their hands to her lips, kissing Becky’s softly. “I swear, I wish you were in my life a lot longer. You’re honestly the best sister a girl can ask for.”

“Speaking of sisters…” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at her sister in law. “When is my Mini Me going to get a sibling? I believe his name was Chuck.”

She and Dinah snickered. Becky was clueless but she joined in the laughter anyway because she didn’t want to be left out.

“Not anytime soon,” Camila rolled her eyes. “I know she wants a sibling but life is just so busy right now. I don’t want to have another kid and make the same mistakes I did with Izzy. When Lauren and I do decide on having another baby, I want to be around for it all; their first word, their first steps, seeing them off on their first day at school.”

Dinah and Maggie clutched their chests dramatically. If they weren’t always at each other’s throats; possibly for the fact that they were exactly the same person, maybe they would’ve gotten along.

“You’re doing parenting right,” Becky smiled at her sister. “My mom used to whoop my ass with the chancla every time I disobeyed her. Sometimes she still threatens to use it.” She laughed heartedly.

“Oh my god!” Camila joined in the laughter with her sister. “My abuelita used to do same thing. But to be fair, I deserved it.”

Becky laughed. “Girl, same. But I would cry my eyes out and my mom would beat me with it again so that I could stop crying.”

“My parents would ignore my existence,” Maggie added to the conversation. “One time I broke my arm, the butler took me to the hospital and my parents never came.”

The table fell silent.

“Jeez, tough crowd,” Maggie muttered. “I thought we were laughing at things that were funny.”

Dinah casually draped her arm over Maggie’s shoulder. “Your parents treating you like shit isn’t funny. And even though it’s your defence mechanism to use your pain and laugh at it, you didn’t deserve that.”

The younger Jauregui kinked an eyebrow at Dinah, her mouth hung open and words weren’t able to come out.

“You’re…being…nice?”

Dinah punched Maggie on the shoulder playfully. “Just because I’m mean to you like all the damn time and I want to murder you at every given moment…it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you and love you.”

“Awww,” Maggie wrapped her arms around the woman and placed a wet kiss on her cheek. “Dinah Jane, I love you too. If you weren’t such an ass to me, we could’ve been the best of friends. An unstoppable duo, if you will. The Bonnie to my Clyde. The Pain to my Ass.”

“Do we need to get the two of you a room?” Becky asked, laughing. “It’s an odd sight to see the both of you getting along if I’m being honest. Odd but not unwanted.”

Camila shook her head, laughing as well. “Don’t get used to it. For years, I’ve been trying to find a way to make these two get along, but it’s simply impossible.”

“Oh shut up, Jauregui,” Dinah rolled her eyes. “So, anyway, topic change, is baby Jauregui ready for her surprise tonight?”

Maggie looked from Dinah to Camila, then to Becky, because for once, the woman was clueless. “What are we talking about?!”

“You’ll see,” Camila sent a playful wink her way. “You’ll see.”

***

“Mummy,” Izzy walked towards her mother, and tugged on her jacket. “I want to be out with mama. I wanna see you sing.”

Camila stopped talking to Roger for a moment, and turned towards her daughter, stooping to her height. “You know that song you and me were singing that day?”

Izzy furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, until she nodded her head furiously. “Oh yeah! I like that song. It’s nice.”

“Do you want to sing that with me?”

“On stage?” Camila nodded. “With you?” She nodded again. “Will you hold my hand if I get scared?” Izzy asked, her voice soft.

Camila pulled her daughter into her arms. “Of course, I will baby. I’m always here for you when you’re scared. Just look at me, while you’re singing okay?” Izzy nodded against her mother’s shoulder. “Mama, Dinah, Maggie, Becky and your abuelitas will be there too.”

“What about Elena?” The child asked once she pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Is she here too?”

Camila laughed. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” She pointed to a little girl in the crowd, who was in Lauren’s arms. Once Elena saw her friend from school, she waved wildly at her.

“Yay!” Izzy cheered excitedly. “Hi, Elena!” She waved at her best friend. “I’m excited now.”

One of the stage hands got Izzy ready to go out and perform. Meanwhile, Camila brought out one of the microphones that Izzy had gotten her for Christmas. It had instantly became one of her all time favourite gifts from her daughter.

The mother-daughter duo, were dressed in a matching outfit as a means to represent their bond during this performance. Camila and Izzy had come a long way, and though it’s still a work in progress, it’s getting better one step at a time.

“You ready, baby?” Camila looked down at her daughter who looked extremely giddy. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughed.

Izzy slipped her hand into her mother’s as they headed out on the stage; the fans going crazy as Camila surfaced and even crazier as they saw their fave’s child with her.

“Good night, Miami!” Camila yelled into the mic. “Before, I start with the actual show, there’s something that I want to do first.” She glanced at her daughter, who seemed a bit nervous as she was now standing in front of these thousands of people. “I’ve never formally introduced you guys…but I have someone I want you to meet.”

Camila stooped to her daughter’s height, wrapped an arm around the child’s waist and pulled her close to her chest, before speaking into the microphone again. “This little person right here is the light of my life. She loves me unconditionally even when I find it impossible to love myself, she does.” She placed a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, the crowd swooning at their interaction. “It’s been five years, and I think it’s time I introduce her to you…please meet my daughter. My everything. My princess… Emilia Isabella Jauregui.”

Camila’s fans gave the child a warm welcome, cheering loudly as she blushed and hid her face in her mother’s jacket.

“Hi…” the child spoke hesitantly into the microphone. “I like being called Izzy.”

Camila giggled and ruffled her daughter’s hair. “I also have a special surprise for you guys. My baby and I wrote a song together, and she wanted Miami to hear it first. What do y'all say? You wanna hear it?”

The screams from the fans were enough to know that they definitely did want to hear it.

Before standing, Camila asked her daughter again if she was okay with performing, and though Izzy may have been panicking on the inside, she really wanted to be on stage with her mother. So she pushed aside her fears, because she knew Camila was going to be there for her, and nodded her head.

“I’m ready, mummy!”

The music began softly playing through the speakers as pictures of Camila, Izzy, along with Lauren popped up on screen behind them as they were getting ready to perform.

“Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me…”

Camila sang to her daughter. A picture of Izzy when she was only a few hours old, appeared onscreen. They were still in the hospital, Camila was looking at her daughter with nothing but love and amazement in her eyes.

She remembered the day she told Lauren that she was pregnant. She remembered just how excited she was and couldn’t wait to tell her wife about the good news.

She drove…well sped home after her doctor’s appointment and blurted the news out to Lauren.

“I’m pregnant!” Camila screamed as soon as the front door to their house opened. Lauren popped her head out of the kitchen, staring at her wife in confusion.

“Pregnant?” Lauren asked. “Like with new music ideas?”

Camila laughed and wrapped her arms around her wife. “No, silly. I’m pregnant…with our baby.”

Lauren pulled away from her wife, and held her at arms length, staring at her. “You mean…?” Camila nodded. “Oh…my god.” She pulled her wife back into her arms, tears of joy making its way down her cheeks. “When did you find out?”

“Literally an hour ago,” Camila laughed through her own happy tears. “I couldn’t wait to tell you. You’re the first to know the good news.”

“I’m glad you didn’t wait,” Lauren kissed her wife on the lips. “God, I’m so happy. I can’t believe this. We’re having a baby.”

Camila smiled, placing her hand on her stomach. Even though she wasn’t showing as yet, she knew that the child she was carrying was in there.

She made a silent vow that she was going to treasure their baby… always.

Their unborn baby was going to be unconditionally happy.

“We’re having a baby,” Camila smiled, wrapping her arms around Lauren’s neck. “We’re having a baby.”

Camila held onto Izzy’s hand as they were dancing. Whatever nervousness the child may have had, was long gone. As she was too entranced with relishing this moment she was sharing with her mother.

Camila beckoned her daughter to begin singing. Izzy took a deep breath, and allowed the words to softly flow throughout the arena.

“Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)…”

The joy and pride that not only Camila felt, but Lauren did too about their daughter performing right now, words couldn’t even begin to express it.

Elena was clapping excitedly the moment that her best friend started to sing, because she knew if her friend were to become famous like her parents, that being famous by association was the best kind of fame.

Looking at her daughter perform, it brought Camila to tears on stage. She wiped at her eyes, as she softly sang ‘I love you’ after each line her daughter sang. It reminded her of when Izzy said her first word. It then brought her back to when she started walking, then to when Izzy had started preschool.

A wave of sadness had hit her because even though she was there for most of Izzy’s critical years, she did miss out on other significant things about her daughter.

Things she didn’t want to miss if she and Lauren had another child.

Significant events in her daughter’s life that she didn’t want to continue missing.

“Mummy! Mummy!” Izzy ran up to Camila, a paper in her hand. It was Izzy’s second day of preschool, and even though Camila had things to do, she didn’t want to miss this part of her daughter’s growth. “Look! Look!”

She laughed and took the paper from her child, seeing an 'A’ scrawled on top of it. “Princesa! Did you ace your very first exam?!” Camila asked excitedly. “Aw, baby!” She stooped to her daughter’s height and wrapped her into a hug. “I am so proud of you! You’re so smart!”

Izzy giggled. “Thank you, mummy. Miss Kylie says I am too. Can we go show mama my test?”

Even though Camila and Lauren weren’t on the best of terms right now, she complied.

She may not have been the best mother, but Izzy’s happiness was always her priority…even though she had a bad way of showing it.

Once Lauren caught Izzy’s eyes, she blew a kiss at her, causing the child to smile happily.

“Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me…”

Sinu wiped at her eyes. It was as though everyone who came to see Izzy perform, were in tears. Since the beginning of the performance, the child’s grandmother had been an emotional wreck. She knew the struggles that Camila and Izzy had and for them to be at this point now, where the only place to go was up?

She was overjoyed.

Sinu knew that her daughter wasn’t perfect and that she had made a lot of mistakes, those mistakes hurting her granddaughter, but Camila loved Izzy with every fibre of her being.

Camila didn’t want to make the same mistakes her father did. She didn’t want to choose someone, people, or whatever the case may be over her family.

What doesn’t make sense is our want for things at a certain point in our life, things that we would literally do anything for just to have it. Like a job, a relationship, a friendship, his love or her attention.

You may think that these things are going to fulfil you and make you whole, but when you finally get them, you don’t want them anymore.

I can’t seem to wrap my head around how you can so desperately want someone’s love, and want to love someone, that when you finally get them, get their love, you don’t want it anymore. You realise that it’s not something you want.

It doesn’t make sense that we, as human beings can constantly change our preferences and alter our feelings so much towards people, things and places all the damn time.

Because then…did we ever truly love this person?

What is fake and what is real if we keep altering our feelings?

When will our feelings and wishes become stable?

And what I don’t understand is how we can be so obsessed and so in love with someone, to the point that we’re constantly thinking about them, and we yearn to be around them…but then at another point, we simply don’t feel a thing.

That’s what just doesn’t make sense to me.

How could Alejandro love his wife, his daughter but still choose to go ahead and have an affair? Though, Camila may never truly understand why he did what he did, she made a promise to herself that she would never hurt her daughter the way her father had torn her heart apart.

“Izzy, baby did you know, That you used to live in my tummy, Izzy, did you know, I’m in love with being your mommy…”

Camila caressed her daughter’s face as she sang those words to her.

Lauren may have been Camila’s soulmate, but Izzy?

Izzy was her heart.

When Camila found out she was pregnant, every single thing she did, she made sure it wouldn’t affect her unborn child negatively.

Everything she does till this day, she does it for Izzy.

“Camila,” Roger; her manager entered her hotel room to be met with her client packing her suitcase. “Where are you going?”

Camila sighed heavily. “Roge, as much as I love being a singer, and don’t get me wrong, my career means a lot to me, but it’s Izzy’s birthday in a few days and I can’t miss it.”

“Camila, listen…” Roger began but the singer cut him off again.

“No, Roger, you listen to me,” Camila pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily. “My career is important to me, but my family comes first. Izzy is turning two and she has been asking for me. This is my child we’re talking about. A missed interview and a cancelled performance, is not going to end my career.” She zipped up her suitcase once she was finished packing. “Whether you like it or not, I’m going home.”

Camila’s father, before everything had gone down and ruined their family, he had taught her to be nice first, because she could’ve always been mean after.

The thing is, once you’re mean, no one is ever going to believe that you’re nice after.

So be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then you can fuck them over after.

Camila carried that with her throughout her life. When she had her own family, she made sure to put them first, because family first and everything else after. Though, they had their challenges, she always showered them with her 'niceness’ that was until Lauren messed up.

“Sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)..”

It was so easy for Camila to fall in love with Lauren.

But it wasn’t always as easy as they had made it seem.

Initially, Lauren was scared of falling for Camila. And who could blame her? Love is a scary thing, especially since all good things seemed to have never even glanced in Lauren’s direction.

A part of Lauren was also afraid of Camila because maybe she knew that, her crush at the time, wouldn’t break her like the other girls.

Maybe that’s exactly why she was terrified of her. Camila could make Lauren happy, and happiness was definitely something that she didn’t know.

And Lauren knew, that being happy was the most terrifying thing on this earth.

Once you’re happy, it can be taken away from you.

“I know you’re scared Lauren,” Camila caressed Lauren’s cheek. “Hell, I am too, but we can be scared together. We can make this work.”

Lauren sighed and shut her eyes for a moment. “And what if we don’t work out? What happens then?”

“You’ll break my heart, and maybe I’ll break yours,” Camila shrugged. “But being with you, having my heart broken by you would be an honour.”

Maybe the reason it hurts so bad is because of how much you loved the person, how much you loved being with them.

Maybe it’s because you’ve never loved anyone in your life as much as you love this person.

And when it ends, you finally realise exactly how big of a part they are of who you are today.

Having to leave something you poured your heart and soul into… that shit isn’t easy and will never be easy.

And then, for the first time ever, you’ll finally experience what it’s like to have your heart break into a million pieces.

Lauren laughed softly and cupped Camila’s cheeks. “I am so damn scared, Camz. You have no idea just how truly terrified I am of being with you…but being without you is even scarier.”

“I’m going to be here with you, every step of the way,” Camila intertwined their fingers. “I know I’m going to mess up. I am not perfect. I say dumb things at the worst possible moments. But when I tell you, this thing in my chest,” she brought Lauren’s free hand and placed it over her chest to feel her heartbeat. “This right here…it beats for you and it always will.”

Lauren placed a kiss on Camila’s cheek, and pulled away, staring into her eyes. “There’s no one else in this world that I will ever truly adore the way I adore you.”

Maggie Jauregui; Lauren’s younger sister stepped out into the backyard and took a seat next to the couple. “I don’t mean to be that person, but I’m going to be that person.” She sighed dramatically. “I have been rooting for this since the beginning of time, if you don’t get together this instant, I will…” Maggie paused for dramatic effect. “…..die.”

Camila laughed and playfully punched Maggie in the arm. “Why are you like this?”

The teenager at the time, shrugged her shoulders. “I get asked that a lot and I have never came up with an answer. But don’t beat around the bush! Are you two together or not?!”

Camila looked at Lauren, who looked at Maggie, who looked back at Camila.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Maggie squealed. “Mark my words, you two are going to get married, have beautiful babies and be a power couple! I’m calling it from now.”

Izzy and Camila had stopped dancing on the stage. The child tugged on her mother’s jacket, so that she could stoop to her height, Camila obliged.

Izzy placed a hand on her mother’s cheek as she sang the last few lines of the song, staring deeply into the woman’s brown eyes.

“Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)…”

Camila wiped at her eyes and pulled her daughter into a hug, squeezing the child tightly. “I love you, princesa. I love you so so much.”

Izzy kissed her mother’s cheek. “I love you too, mummy. You’re the best mummy in the whole world!”

Camila placed the microphone in her back pocket, and cupped her daughter’s cheeks. “Baby, I need you to know just how special you are to me. I know sometimes I’m not the best mummy, and I know I make you cry. I’m so sorry for ever doing that to you.”

“It’s okay, mummy. I know you don’t mean it,” Izzy gave her mother a small smile. “I love you.”

All the while, Camila’s fans were looking on at the interaction between the mother and daughter, with their hearts being warmed at such an intimate moment. Camila wasn’t worried about doing this in front of her fans, she needed her daughter to know just how much she means to her, and this seemed like the right moment to do just that.

Camila kissed the child’s forehead. “I love you too, estrella. I don’t know what I did to be blessed with an amazing daughter like you.”

Izzy shrugged and smiled sweetly at her mother. “That’s simple, mummy. You married, mama.” She looked across the stage at her mother who was apparently bickering with her younger sister, who now had Elena in her arms.

Camila glanced at her wife, shaking her head with a smile on her lips. “You’re absolutely right, princesa.”

“Can I have the vows?” The minister asked the couple.

Lauren along with Camila we’re both emotional messes at the moment, but they had to push through their tears of joy to recite their vows to each other.

“I,” Lauren began and paused. “I love you,” she brought Camila’s hand to her lips, kissing it softly. “I think that’s all I need to say, because if I go on to talk about the way you make me feel, we’ll be standing here all day.” The crowd laughed, along with Camila; she wiped at her eyes. “You make me unbelievably happy and I, in all my years of living, never thought that I would ever be this happy. You drive my heart wild, and you drive me crazy, a perfect combination. When I first saw you that day in that crowded hall, something in me knew that we would’ve been forever. I’m just glad you gave me that chance.”

Camila squeezed Lauren’s hand. “I’d give you that chance all again in a heartbeat, my love.”

“I’m shy, and I’m quiet but when I’m around you, you bring out the best in me. You bring out a part of me that I didn’t know existed. When I’m around you, I can’t imagine not being around you. I’ve never wanted a casual type of love. I’ve always wanted someone to lean on and someone to love. I’ve always wanted someone to live with, rather than exist with,” Lauren inhaled deeply, she was trying her best to not cry, but that was physically impossible when she was about to marry the woman she always wanted. “I need commitment, consistency, intimacy and connection, and I am so utterly blessed to have found that in you, Camila Cabello. You are the love that came without warning, you had my heart before I could say no. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. I want you, all of you for the rest of forever. I love you, for all that you are and for all that you will be. You are my happy ever after.”

She slipped the ring on Camila’s finger and brought it to her lips kissing it gently. “I’m glad I’m the person that you love.”

***

“Izzy! Izzy! Izzy” Elena ran towards her best friend, and wrapped her in a hug. “Hi!”

Izzy giggled and hugged her friend back. “Hi. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Your mummy said to keep it a secret, and I was going to tell you, but your tía said she was going to beat me up.” Elena pouted.

Maggie laughed as she heard what Elena just said. “I didn’t say no such thing,” she lifted her niece into her arms, hugging her tightly. “I said, I would want to beat you up. Not that I was going to.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “But ugh, Mini Me, you are a star! I’m so proud of you. You’re a better singer than your mummy that’s for sure.”

Izzy blushed. “Thank you, tía.” She kissed Maggie’s cheek.

“Go play with your demon friend,” Maggie placed her back on the ground, as the two ran off with Sinu and Valentina. “Your performance was amazing, Camzii. I’m so proud. I might’ve shed a tear or two.”

Lauren laughed. “You were crying throughout the whole thing.” She wrapped her arms around her wife, kissing her forehead. “Amazing as always, mi amor.”

“You really think so?” Camila asked. “I just wanted to introduce Izzy into my world. I mean, I don’t want her to grow up in it because it’s not always rainbows and trees, but I don’t want her to feel as though I’m hiding her.”

Maggie nodded, and placed a hand on her sister in law’s shoulder. “She knows, trust me. That kid is obsessed with you. You’re an amazing mother, so now, I guess I have to take it back when I said you were a shitty one.”

Camila shoved the woman away, who laughed loudly. “I fucking hate you, but also, thank you. I’m trying to be the mother Izzy deserves.”

“Hey, sissy,” Becky approached her sister. She had a plate of food in her hand, because apparently stuffing her face was more important than talking to her sister after the very first performance she had seen. “You and Izzy should start a band or something. I’m impressed. The kid has some incredible vocals.” She shoved something in her mouth. “By the way, these cream puffs are amazing. What the hell.”

“Ooh, yes girl!” Maggie snatched one out of her plate. “I love those too. Come, let me show you what you have to try.”

The couple laughed as their sisters walked away and headed towards the food table. “They’re literally the same person.”

“Right?” Camila agreed with her wife. “Well, today was a success.”

“And you were amazing as usual,” Lauren pulled her wife onto a couch, Camila sitting on her lap. “I know it hasn’t even started yet, but I can’t wait for your tour to be over.”

The woman laughed, she slipped her fingers into Lauren’s hair. “It’ll be over before you know it, trust me. And we’re going to be okay. Whatever life throws at us, we’re going to kick it’s ass.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

***

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Twenty Nine: I cant see a life without you

Do you believe in soulmates?

Or maybe, love at first sight?

I believe that there’s a very few selected moments in your life that you’re going to meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because she or he; whatever you’re into, was perfect, because no one is perfect. But rather when both your flaws were combined and arranged in a way that created a bond so strong, that it could’ve only been described as love.

Do you remember your first love?

Maybe you’re both no longer together. Maybe you still are. Maybe you’re still friends and can look back, reminisce and laugh at the times you once shared together.

Or maybe, you hate the person, and you hate the memories you once shared.

But, if we’re being honest, at one point in your life, you liked the person, even if they turned out to be someone you never thought they’d be.

And in some cases, you probably still love them. I’m not saying that you may have felt sparks when he touched you, or your heart might’ve skipped beats when she were around. I don’t even know if that’s real, but I’m sure you’ll be lying if you said that you didn’t scoot closer to her whenever she sat next to you, because she made you feel safe.

Or that you didn’t randomly wake up during the night just to kiss his forehead. You’ll be lying if you said he didn’t make you happy, and that you weren’t going to miss him.

I’m not saying that it was love, and I’m definitely not trying to say that it didn’t hurt you, but you can admit that at some point in your life, she did matter and possibly still matters to you.

But sweetheart, it’s time to let them go. I know you want to hold on to those precious memories and the time together that you once shared. You want to keep the hope alive, that one day she’s going to find her way back into your arms. You can’t keep making up fantasies of how happy you’re both going to be, but deep down, I know that you know, he’s never going to come back.

You know she doesn’t feel the same way she once did, and yet you keep trying to force something that’s not there anymore.

He’s your security blanket, that’s why you’re so damn terrified to let him go, so you keep lying to yourself instead of facing reality.

I know it’s sad the way you both act like strangers now, after everything you both had.

You act like you’ve never met….but it’s time to let go.

***

“Well isn’t it my favourite niece,” Becky stooped to her niece’s height and ruffled the child’s already messy hair. Tonight, Becky and Hailee would’ve been babysitting the child as Ariana wasn’t in the country, nor was Maggie. “How are you doing, Squirt?”

Izzy wrapped her arms around her aunt and placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek. “I’m great!” She said happily, looking around for someone else. “Is Nugget with you?”

Becky laughed and shook her head ‘no’. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually like me.”

“No!” Izzy said hurriedly. “I like you, very much. But I miss Nugget and you don’t bring him around anymore.” The child pouted cutely. “Can you ask your mummy to bring him?”

“Princesa!” Camila called out from the living room. “Stop bullying your tía with your cuteness to get your way. It’s not fair. No one can resist you.” She smiled when she saw her younger sister. “Hey, Beckster. C'mere and give me some love.”

Becky laughed and went to wrap her sister into a long overdue hug. Due to both of their busy schedules; Camila with her career and Becky with school, it had been quite some time since they had last seen each other. “I miss you, loser. It’s been so long.”

The older Cabello sister sighed dramatically. “I know. I’ve missed annoying your ass. Just drop out of school and let’s become a singing duo. The Cabello Sisters.” They posed back to back with each other, they formed a gun with their fingers as Izzy watched their shenanigans.

“Can I join too?” The child asked. “I can sing and you and my mummy can play the instruments.”

Becky laughed. “Of course, Squirt. You’re the real star here anyway.” She picked the child up in her arms, and began to mindlessly play with her hair. “Will Hailee be here soon?”

Camila checked her watch. “I think so. She texted that she’ll be running a bit late. Do you think you can handle being alone with Izzy until Hailee comes? Or do you want us to wait?”

“Your daughter is an angel,” Becky smiled. “I think I can survive a couple minutes without help. You and Lauren should go be on your date.”

Lauren popped out of the kitchen at the mention of her name. She was preparing dinner for the babysitters and her daughter. Izzy wanted pizza, and not just any pizza, she wanted her mother’s famous Hawaiian pizza, and as any good mother, Lauren obliged.

“I heard my name,” Lauren said. “Y'all gossiping about me, huh?” She fake glared at her newly discovered sister in law. “Hey, Beck,” she wrapped her in a side hug. “How are you? I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you. Can’t say the same about my sister, she’s literally always in the house.”

As soon as Maggie Jauregui was mentioned, Lauren’s phone dinged.

“Aw,” Lauren cooed. “Look at this. I think our Maggie is in love.”

Becky sighed heavily. “And to think, if I were a couple years older or she a couple years younger, we could’ve been a power couple.”

Camila scrunched her nose at her sister. “Wouldn’t that be kinda weird though? You’re both technically, I don’t know, sister in laws?”

“I’m Lauren’s sister in law, not Maggie’s,” Becky winked at her sister.

“Okay,” Lauren pretended to faint from the cuteness. “Maggie is in love. I literally never thought that we would live to see the day.”

“Why do you have Maggie’s notifications on and not mine?” Camila pouted at her wife. She helped her off the couch, still pouting. “I’m your wife for Christ’s sake!”

“I do have your notifications on.”

“But you never like or retweet any of my stuff!” Camila continued to pout. “You’re literally the worst wife ever.”

The photographer laughed. “Becky, can you give us a moment? I need to borrow Camila for a second.” She pulled her wife back upstairs and into their bedroom. “Let’s get you ready!”

“But, I’m already ready and I think I look pretty cute,” Camila gestured to her blue skinny jeans, green crop top and her wife’s favourite leather jacket. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Lauren walked towards their shared closet and pulled an outfit out of it. It was a blue wildflower skirt suit, with some red pumps to complement the outfit. “Where we’re going, I think you’ll like to dress differently. And plus, I picked it out for you. Isn’t that cute? Isn’t that romantic?”

Camila laughed. She saw that cheesy smile on her wife’s face and her heart couldn’t help but melt. “Yes, amor. It’s very romantic.” She placed a lingering kiss on her wife’s lips. “It’s actually a very cute outfit as well. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lauren wrapped her arms around her wife for a quick hug. “Now get ready. I don’t want us to reach too late.”

Ten minutes later, Camila descended the stairs again, her wife waiting at the bottom of it. Once green eyes locked with brown, Lauren smiled brightly, her heart beating wildly against her chest. “You look absolutely gorgeous, Mrs Jauregui. Stunning, spectacular, show stopping, beautiful. You’re utter perfection.”

Camila blushed, and tried to hide it, as she took her wife’s arm.

“Wow,” Izzy popped out of nowhere. “You look very pretty mummy.” Becky stooped next to her niece and whispered something into the child’s ear. “But not as pretty as aunty Becky.”

Camila laughed and playfully shoved her sister. “Stop corrupting my child.”

“But it’s fun,” Becky laughed.

“We should probably get going. Call us if you need anything, okay?” Lauren directed at her sister in law. “Hailee said she’s picking up some food and dessert, I think. After I told her she doesn’t need to.” She shook her head. “So she’s going to be here soon.”

The couple said their 'byes’ to their daughter as they left on their way for their date.

“Have fun on your date, kids,” Becky and Izzy waved at them, as Lauren’s car sped away from the driveway. She turned to her niece and smiled. “Let the fun begin!”

***

“Where are you taking me?” Camila asked Lauren as she was blinding leading the woman into an impending doom. Lauren had her hands over Camila’s eyes, so she wasn’t able to decipher what their date was going to be as yet.

“Can you relax?” Lauren chuckled. “I’m not going to murder you.” She leaned in closer to her wife’s ear. “Yet.”

Camila stopped walking. “Lauren, I swear…” But before she could even start protesting, the photographer uncovered her eyes.

“Tada,” Lauren said excitedly as she gestured to where they were. They were on a street in Miami that looked as though they were gearing up for a full fledged Cuban/Latino party. The street was already beginning to fill with people, there were a few good vendors who were selling their delectable foods from Cuba or other Latin countries.

And last but not least, the guest performer tonight was going to be, non other than the Grammy award winning, Cuban singing legend… drum roll please.

Gloria Estefan.

Also known as, Camila’s greatest musical inspiration.

“Lauren…what…the…fuck,” Camila breathed out as her eyes moved over everything within her view. When it landed on the stage and she saw Gloria Estefan’s name, she almost passed out. She took a moment to collect herself before she grabbed her wife; who was beaming from ear to ear, by her shirt and pulled her in for a searing kiss. “I am utterly in love with you. I cannot begin to put to words just how happy I feel right now. Thank you. Thank youu!” She kept repeating to Lauren who was beyond happy that her wife liked her surprise.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” Lauren admitted. She intertwined their fingers once they separated from their embrace. “Once I saw Gloria was coming to Miami, I knew I needed to take you.”

“You’re making my date seem lame now.”

Lauren laughed at the adorable expression on her wife’s face. “You cannot compare our dates, babe. What you did for me, meant a lot to me. And what we’re doing tonight, means a lot to you. As long as we’re experiencing these moments together, I think that’s all that really matters.” She looked into her wife’s beautiful brown eyes, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Laur,” Camila smiled. “How did I become blessed with such an amazing wife? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Quite frankly, I think you hit the jackpot,” Lauren smirked cockily.

“Wow, and humble too?” Camila rolled her eyes playfully and laughed. “The whole enchilada.”

The couple decided to walk around and enjoy the entertainment before Gloria Estefan came to perform. Truth is, Lauren had remembered when Camila talked about the Cuban singer in therapy, and how she had won a competition singing 'Rhythm Is Gonna Get You.’ She remembered how Camila said she was freaking out before actually performing and her mother came onstage with her.

That’s the thing about when you’re in love, you always remember the little things about them. It’s the littlest things that seems to mean more than the grand gestures. Don’t get me wrong, we all would love for someone to rent out a movie theatre just for the both of us to watch a movie and enjoy each other’s company. However, sentimentally speaking, it means more when someone remembers something you said and to you, it might seem like such a tiny, irrelevant thing, but when the one you love remembers it now that’s special.

That’s love.

You should be treated the way you deserve. You should be loved the way you love, and you should be fought for the way you fight.

When there are more tears than smiles, leave.

When there are more fights than jokes, leave.

When it hurts you more than it feels good, leave.

They don’t have the right to destroy you just because you’re in love with them. And loving them, being hopelessly head over heels in love with them, doesn’t mean you have to stay.

Remember that.

“Stay there,” Lauren pulled out her phone. “You look too beautiful right now not to take a picture.”

Camila blushed and rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I’ve only ever said that to one girl, and she ended up being my wife,” Lauren looked at her wife, with love in her eyes. “I think my charm won her over.” She snapped a few photos and swiped through them. “You look perfect in all, but I’m posting this one.”

Camila gasped. “You mean… you’re actually going on Instagram?! I am shocked. The last time you posted wasn’t it Christmas?”

Lauren flipped her wife off and typed away on her phone.

503,783 likes @ lmjauregui I cant see a life without you. Even though you’re annoying as hell 🙄🖤

Camila laughed loudly when she checked her phone. “After all the cute things I’ve told you today, I take it all back.”

Lauren pecked her on the lips. “No takesies backsies. You think I’m great and you love meee.”

“Ugh. I’m married to a child.” Camila felt a tap on her shoulder, when she spun around, she came face to face with two teenagers. “Hi there!” She smiled at them.

They returned the smile. “Hi, Camila…we don’t want to interrupt but my friend and I have been looking at you since you came here, and we finally built up the courage to talk to you.”

“Aw! I don’t bite,” Camila cooed. She was always so happy to talk to her fans. “What’s your names? Oh this is my amazing wife, Lauren, by the way,” she slipped her arm into the woman’s. “She’s just so shy when it comes to meeting my fans.”

Lauren blushed red in embarrassment. She was never one for the limelight. Every time they had gone out and Camila met a fan, she would always slink into the shadows. “Hey.” Lauren muttered, she nodded in acknowledgment at them.

“Hi, Lauren! It’s nice to meet you. My name is Chloe, and this is my friend Sasha. I love your photography, by the way! I’m so glad you’re finally working with Nicholas. Since I’ve been following you, I knew it was like your childhood dream, right?” Chloe started talking animatedly to Lauren and Camila. Lauren was a bit shocked to say the least, because of this fan knowing about her. She had never really come across any 'fans’ even though she had a few times, so it was always a bit shocking to her.

“We should probably leave you to your date now,” Sasha said after spending about ten minutes talking to the couple. “Is it okay if we get a picture?” Lauren nodded and was about to take the girl’s phone but that’s when she stopped her. “No, I mean like a group picture.”

“Oh,” Lauren kinked an eyebrow. “Um, yeah sure.” They had asked a random stranger to snap the picture of them. A few tries later, the girls thanked the couple for entertaining them, and left. “That was…different.”

Camila smiled and placed a kiss on her wife’s cheek. “You’re always so adorably awkward when you meet my fans.”

“I just don’t do well when it comes to socialising,” Lauren shrugged. “And it doesn’t matter anyway, I have you and Izzy. I don’t need to meet knew people.”

Camila laughed. “I guess you’re right, babe.” Her eyes landed on an Argentinian stall and she dragged her wife to it. “Oh my god, Laur!” She squealed in excitement. “They have Choripán, Lomito, Empanadas and oh my god! Sandwiches de miga. When my dad used to take me for our daily walks, he would buy this for us from this old guy named Pablo. It was so delicious.” Camila sighed dramatically. “I miss Argentina.”

Lauren wrapped an arm around her wife’s shoulder. “Hi!” She smiled politely at the vendor. “Did you hear everything she said?” The elderly woman, who was selling the foods smiled and nodded her head. “Can I get one of each?”

The vendor began to make and package the street foods for Lauren as her wife began to reminisce about her old country.

“I don’t think I ever heard you say that you miss Argentina,” Lauren admitted.

The singer shrugged. “I know. Life is better here, for sure, but I miss how life was so much simpler and peaceful back home. I guess I just miss the memories.”

“We’ll visit again one day soon,” Lauren told her. “Izzy needs to know about her culture, and you need to go home once in a while.”

Camila turned to look at her wife. “You’re my home.”

Lauren cupped her cheeks. “That may be true, but Argentina is part of who you are, and I’ll be a terrible wife if I didn’t take you back there ever so often. So once life is quiet again, we’re going.”

Camila smiled. “You’re perfect.”

“What would you like to drink?” The vendor interrupted the couple.

“Do you have any Chimarrão?” Camila asked. “I always loved that.”

The elderly woman nodded. “Sí.” She whipped up two cups of Chimarrão and handed it to the couple. Lauren paid the woman, and gave her a huge tip. She thanked the woman for her generosity and even offered to give her more food for the money, but Lauren kept refusing. “Gracias.” The woman smiled fondly at the couple.

“I need you to try like every single one of these,” Camila said as she took a bite of her empanada. “I know you guys have like this in Venezuela, but the Argentinian empanadas outsold.”

She fed Lauren a piece. With every single bite of these traditional Argentinian street foods, it brought back a lot of fond memories for Camila when she and her family lived there many years ago.

“Okay, it’s delicious,” Lauren admitted. “But being true to my country, it definitely isn’t better than the Venezuelan empanadas,” she stuck her tongue out playfully at her wife.

Camila laughed and rolled her eyes. She finished eating the empanada and took a sip of her drink. “You just lack taste, babe.”

They couple shared the other various foods and enjoyed the music of a Mariachi band.

“I swear, I always loved Miami but I love it even more after tonight,” Camila reached across the table and took Lauren’s hand in her own. “Can you stop eating for one second and let me be cute?”

Lauren laughed and placed the Lomito back on her plate. “You have my full attention, amor. Lay the cuteness on me.”

The brunette smiled. She knew her wife was only messing with her. Camila had loved how their relationship had gone back to the typical banter and sarcastic remarks that they once shared. “You know when a house becomes a home.” The singer said randomly. “You know which stair creaks more than the others, you know exactly where you can find the pots and pans with your eyes closed. You know every turn like the back of your hand. And truth is, I’ve never had a home before…until now. Home is green eyes that sparkle a little brighter than the sun. It’s a scar right above your left eye after getting injured from playing soccer back in high school, because you were pretty uncoordinated back then. Home is when you smile and your eyes crinkle. I know what home feels like…home feels like you.”

Yet again, Lauren was at a lost for words. Her wife always did this to her; left her speechless.

The butterfly effect.

I’m sure most of us are familiar with the term, and if you’re not, it’s simply an interesting concept. To think that every single decision you’ve ever made has resulted in you being exactly where you are right now.

A complete mess.

Someone who’s successful.

Head over heels in love with someone.

Everything you did led you to where you are right now.

And if the smallest thing in your past, you would’ve done differently, it would’ve impacted your life in another way.

Everything Lauren did in her past led her to this very moment. Sitting across the table from this very beautiful woman who owns her heart. The mother of her child and the love for her life.

“Camz…I..don’t know what to say,” Lauren admitted. “I don’t know where we’re going to be five years from now, but I hope it’s somewhere next to you. I hope we’re still in love with one another. I hope Izzy never has to doubt her parents love for her and each other. I hope I never make you question my feelings for you ever again. I hope that we still love each other the way we do right now, right this very moment. I want to love you until I can’t love you anymore, and when I can’t, I’ll find more love to give to you.”

Camila wiped at her eyes, smiling through her happy tears. “I thought you said that you were speechless?” She laughed.

“Speechless and having so much to say,” Lauren smiled. “Come,” she stretched an arm out towards her wife. “Gloria should be performing by now.”

“What about the food?” Camila looked at the remaining Argentinian food and then back at her wife.

Lauren laughed. “Okay, let’s finish these first and then we can go.”

When they were finished eating, the couple went closer to the stage that Gloria Estefan was expected to be performing at. A crowd had already gathered; murmurs of excitement about seeing the legend herself perform could’ve been heard throughout the crowd, despite the blasting of music.

“I swear, if Gloria makes eye contact with me,” Camila yelled over the music to her wife. “I will faint. This is a trust exercise, if you let me fall, I hate you.”

Lauren looked at her wife and shook her head in amusement. She had never seen Camila fangirl so hard to seeing a celebrity before, well besides that one time she had met Ricky Martin; another singer she had grown up listening to. Camila was a stuttering mess, and was a lost for words. Ricky, however, found her reaction cute so it saved Camila from being too embarrassed. “I’ll catch you, babe. I promise.”

Camila didn’t have the chance to respond because the lights had dimmed, a single spotlight came on the stage, and the music to one of Gloria’s hits 'Conga’ started playing.

“OH MY GOD!” Camila screamed along with the hundreds of other fans who were there.

The moment Gloria’s mouth opened, Camila felt everything else fade away. She started swaying her hips to the beat, and danced along with her wife.

She was happy.

She couldn’t help the huge smile that didn’t leave her lips the moment she came here.

Lauren’s eyes didn’t once leave Camila. Even when they had stopped dancing together, she kept watching her wife. She was so lost in the music, and filled with pure happiness.

The purpose of this entire night was to remind Camila that Lauren saw her. That Lauren was still her biggest fan. She wanted to bring Camila back to the time when she sang for fun. Not because it was her career, not because she wanted to make others happy, but rather when she was just singing because she loved it. And even though she still loves what she does, this entire night was sentimental.

Lauren was Camila’s person.

For the love of all things good, Lauren wanted to be the person who woke up at 7am every morning next to this beautiful human being. She wanted to look at Camila every morning, with tousled hair, and sleep filled eyes but somehow she still managed to be effortlessly beautiful.

Camila wanted to be the person Lauren would text throughout the day and tell her how much she missed her. She wanted to randomly pop into her wife’s photography studio, to deliver food for her and to get a kiss because she missed the taste of her lips.

But most importantly, Lauren wanted to whisper into Camila’s ear at 3am, telling her 'I love you’, causing her to stir awake with a sleepy smile on her face as she would say 'I love you too.’

And even then, Camila would cuddle into Lauren and fall asleep in her arms.

They just wanted to be each other’s person.

“When I first met you, I thought I was sent to save you,” Lauren said to Camila but she knew her wife couldn’t have heard her. “But then your soul opened up and welcomed me in, that’s when I knew you were sent to save me.” A small smile found it’s way on Lauren’s lips. She reached out and gently ran her fingers down Camila’s spine; the brunette shivered and turned to look at her wife. She placed a kiss on Lauren’s lips and went back to enjoying the show. “You love me even though you know I’m not perfect. You love me even though I’ve hurt you on more than one occasion. You encourage me to achieve my dreams because you know exactly what I’m capable of.”

Gloria stopped singing for a moment, her eyes locked on Camila. Lauren was standing directly behind her, hands on her wife’s shoulders.

“I’m seeing someone here in the crowd,” Gloria Estefan began. “And her loving wife personally asked me, to bring her up on stage to help me with this song.” She pointed at Camila who gasped.

“Lauren, what the fuck?!” Camila turned to look at her wife, then back at a smiling Gloria Estefan. “You met her?! You fucking met my idol and you told her to bring me on stage?! Without a warning?!” Despite the initial shock, Camila was beaming with excitement. “Oh my god! I can’t sing to save my life. I’m going to embarrass myself.” She said completely forgetting the fact that she was a singer.

Lauren laughed and kissed her wife’s cheek. “C'mon, amor. Don’t keep Gloria waiting.” She gave Camila’s hand a light squeeze and released it as she walked towards the stage.

Gloria pulled the woman in a quick embrace, whispering something into her ear, which caused Camila to grin widely.

The beat to 'Rhythm Is Gonna Get You’ began to flow through the speakers, and before long, both singers voices began to fill everyone’s ears.

“You’re flawed but you understand it,” Lauren shook her head smiling as her wife performed on stage. “You’re beautiful, but it’s not just skin deep, your heart is one of the most beautiful things about you. You’re magic and you know it.”

Camila finished the song with a rowdy sound of applause from the audience. She and Gloria snapped a quick selfie on stage, before Camila rejoined her wife.

“I can’t believe that just happened!” The brunette was still bubbling with excitement. She threw her arms around Lauren, who spun her around. “I’m so fucking happy.”

The couple connected their lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Savouring this moment, savouring the feel of each other’s lips against theirs.

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby.”

Date someone who’s interested in you. I don’t mean someone who just thinks you’re cute, or you’re funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant thing about you. Someone who wants to read every word that you write. Someone who wants to hear every song that you have to sing.

Date someone who wants to watch your favourite movie even if it’s something cliche and super lame. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, or know if you prefer your sandwiches with or without the crusts.

Date someone who wants to know what quotes you love and which ones resonate deep within your bones.

You see, the thing is, there’s a difference between attraction and interest.

Find someone who wants to know every single aspect of who you are.

“You are who you are, and that’s what saves me everyday.”

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Be Exemplary (Chapter 2)

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It had been over one week since Camila saw the Clique (Lauren) again, and boy, was she relieved.

She carried on with her classes and was happy to find out that most of her classmates and teachers were decent and not repulsive in anyway; well, most of them. She also managed to eat lunch with Normani anytime she could, and Normani being the social butterfly she was, quickly introduced her to a myriad of people and even her own circle of friends; making Camila feel as if she totally skipped the whole awkward-new-girl phase that she was supposed to go through.

On the second Wednesday of her schooling life, Camila was introduced to Normani’s posse or Normani’s Bitches, as Normani would like to call it. Because Normani was a senior and was in the Student Council, she knew a lot of people and naturally made a lot of friends, not caring about their age.

They all usually met at the cafeteria during lunch.

First, it was Ashley Frangipane. She was a senior as well and was the head of the softball team in their school. She was quirky and had very short hair, which Normani informed Camila, would change colour every 3 months.

“Who cares if you’re going through a mental breakdown, just change your hair colour and you’ll be fine,” joked Ashley, winking at Camila and eliciting a laugh from her.

Then, it was Victoria Monet, who was another senior. Her body was incredible, that was embarrassingly the first thing Camila noticed, and her skin was flawless. She was apparently a cheerleader and helped out the cheerleading team with their choreography as she was friends with the Head Cheerleader. Normani and her were childhood friends and bonded over the likes of the one and only, Beyonce Knowles.

“Normani was the first one to teach me to how to twerk,” Victoria told Camila; her eyes glinting as she silently teased Normani by pretending to wipe away a non-existent tear from her eyes. “I owe her my life,” she continued dramatically to which Normani could only roll her eyes and playfully shove her.

Last but not least, was Hailee Steinfeld, who was surprisingly Camila’s age. However, sadly she didn’t really take much of the same classes as her. She was incredibly tall, and Camila squealed when she found out that she was in the Glee Club; effectively, launching them into a plethora of stories that dug deep into the source of their love for music. Camila quickly found out that they both had the same sense of humour and even liked the same artists; making her gush on the spot, happy to have made a solid new friend.

“I’m sorry, but you guys have to realise that all of you guys are hot right?…. Like how does one group have that many hot people inside of it, like…how? It doesn’t make sense?” Camila genuinely complimented them as they were all so oblivious to their beauty. “Is that why y’all are befriending me? So that i can officially be that one ugly girl in that big group of super-hot girls? Is that it?” she sputtered out like word vomit; half- serious, half joking.

The four girls simply laughed and launched themselves into a lecture of self-love and declarations of “you’re fucking beautiful, Camila, shut the fuck up”, which surprisingly, had its intended effect on the brown-eyed girl.

Like every teenage girl in the world, Camila had always doubted the way she looked. Before she had hit puberty, she hated her teeth, her body and even the way her voice sounded. And her mentality hadn’t really changed much after she had hit puberty, even when she got taller and her body got filled in all the right places. Even when her jawline sharpened or when her cheekbones popped and her smile was literal sunshine, she still had days where her insecurities could eat at her.

There were days when the brown-eyed girl acknowledged that she actually did have a curvaceous body and her teeth weren’t as crooked as before. She would feel sexy and confident with herself.

But sadly, those days were rare and didn’t last very long.

(It was one of the reasons, Camila concluded, that she hadn’t dated anyone all her life; she doesn’t have the confidence to. Even though, she had grown into this beautiful woman who actually turned heads, she struggled to love herself. And if she couldn’t, how could she expect someone else to?)

She’s working on it though, she’s finding her self-worth. And she has a feeling with this group of friends, she might be able to find it faster than she thought.

Just like that, Camila’s lunches with Normani stretched to accommodate three more people and she was slowly initiated into the elusive Normani’s Bitches squad. The four of them exchanged numbers and the quadruplet was bonded. Camila was beyond grateful to have found a group of friends that she could vibe with.

Everything was finally looking great for her. So, of course, it was time for a change.

—

It didn’t seem like it, but Camila was actually a morning person. Sometimes, she would wake up from a dreamless dream before her alarm clock even rang. She would then get up to get ready and leave the house with an apple in her hand before heading to school. She loved coming to school early; mainly because it was quiet. Sure, there were a few students sat in the hallway or even in the library dozing off, but it still gave Camila the feel of being alone; and sometimes, she needed that.

On the third Monday of her schooling week, Camila reached school at 7.10 a.m. for her 8.05 a.m. AP Literature class, and thankfully, she found that the class hadn’t been locked. She quickly slipped inside with her school bag slung over her shoulder to sit in her favourite seat; just in the middle section of the class but next to the window. She then dug into her backpack to pull out a pair of earphones; intending to get lost in her own world.

She played her self-made playlist from Spotify that consisted of songs she wished she had written and she looked out the windows; swiftly forgetting about the world around her. The volume was almost at its max, and she observed the trees, the school benches, the slow traffic of students piling into the school.

Sometimes people are so caught up in their world that they fail to press pause and observe the world around them.

Camila continued to stare outside of the window for what felt like 30 minutes, until she suddenly felt the hair on her neck stand up. She had an inkling of a feeling she was being watched from behind and she turned her head around instinctively as she pulled an earphone out from her ears.

Her chocolate orbs abruptly locked with green and her hand flew to her chest as she almost jumped out of her skin; goosebumps rising all over.

Sitting right next to her was none other than, Lauren Jauregui. The older girl kept her eyes on Camila as her signature smirk grew on her lips. She was leaning back on her chair and Camila wondered how long she had been sitting there; goosebumps failing to disperse and only worsening. Camila didn’t know what to do, or how to react; her shock was preventing her from forming normal words like a human being.

(Her burning anger for Lauren suddenly forgotten.)

Before she could say anything, Lauren spoke instead,“You’re the new girl right?”

Camila did not expect her to sound like that. Her voice was deep,raspy and rugged, like she had smoked cigars and it made Camila’s heart jump. Camila stared for a second before answering, “Yeah, i am,”.

“Hm,” Lauren hummed, leaning forward in her chair so that she was closer to Camila; making the younger girl instinctively lean back. The brown eyed girl felt like she was sitting next to a ticking-time bomb; all the rumours replaying in Camila’s mind.

Lauren was still staring at her though, like she was trying to figure her out. Camila was transfixed by the other girl’s eyes because the sunlight hitting Lauren’s face suddenly revealed gold specks in them. The green eyed girl suddenly swiped her tongue along her bottom lip and Camila was horrified that her traitorous eyes followed the pink muscle. Obviously noticing the sudden deviation of eye contact, Lauren’s smirk grew wider but she asked Camila a somewhat surprising question.

“I know you from somewhere, don’t i? What’s your name, babe?” asked Lauren, her smirk still in place. The word babe snapped Camila out of her transfixed stupor, though.

Suddenly, the anger was back.

“Well, i’m not exactly sure. Because the Lauren i knew back in first grade didn’t beat people up for the heck of it,” spat Camila, happy to see the smirk wiped clean off Lauren’s face and recognition flash across it. “And my name is Camila, not babe, so please, never call me that again,”

However, as quickly as the smirk was wiped off Lauren’s face, it was back and in full force; making Camila uneasy. “Camila, huh?,” Lauren husked with a perfect Cuban accent; making Camila flush.

(She wouldn’t admit it, but she never thought her name could ever sound that good coming from someone else’s mouth)

Her emerald eyes bored into Camila’s and then suddenly descended to take their time raking over Camila’s body which was clad in a simple form fitting white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. “I never knew you would grow up to be this hot,” Camila felt a chill run down her spine at Lauren’s words, “You never told me you were moving but i’m glad,” Lauren continued, her eyes abruptly rising to Camila’s face, watching as her cheeks tinted red, “- because absence makes the heart grow fonder, and you look positively edible right now,” she finished with a wink, and right on the dot, the door opened for a flurry of students to walk in as well as the teacher; effectively disrupting the.. conversation both of them were having.

Camila teared her eyes from Lauren’s as she willed her heart to stop beating so fast. Dis credulity seeped through her veins as she still felt scorching eyes on her. How fucking inappropriate can she be? Camila looked at her then with a withering glare which only made the green eyed girl chuckle to herself and put both her hands up in mock ‘surrender’; successfully irritating Camila more. Why does she have to be so infuriating?

She doesn’t look at Lauren at all for the whole class and packed her bag swiftly to leave when the class ended, but to no avail, Lauren caught up with her outside class with a grip on her wrist which Camila yanked her hand out off.

“Woah, woah, princess, slow down,” Lauren chuckled with a slight rasp, her tone flirty as she stepped dangerously into Camila’s personal space. The nickname sparking further annoyance in Camila. Thankfully, the students in the hallways were minding their own business (or at least they were pretending to), so Camila didn’t have to wish that the ground would just swallow her whole; just to get away from her most hated person at the moment. Suddenly, Lauren lifted a finger up to the brown-eyed girl’s chin to move her eyes up to hers.

(The small contact made Camila’s heart burn, but she simply ruled it out to anger)

Camila huffed then, taking a step back from the older girl with her arms crossed over her chest; away from her too green eyes. Lauren only took steps closer; testing Camila’s patience. Just as about Camila was going to retaliate and tell Lauren to leave her the fuck alone, Lauren spoke.

“You know,” she dragged the last syllable of her sentence; coming eye to eye with Camila. Camila’s anger was increasing rapidly, her cells were just about vibrating. “You can’t ignore me forever. The more you resist me, the more i want you for myself. It’s a vicious cycle,” Lauren whispered to her; then, she brought her finger up to tuck Camila’s hair behind her ears but Camila broke her silence. She grabbed Lauren’s wrist in mid-air and inched closer to Lauren; temper engulfing her body. She had never once been violent or rough with people before, but Lauren’s high on superiority brought out the worst in Camila.

“Get the fuck, away from me,” Camila seethed in Lauren’s face; leaving a stoned face Lauren behind as she stomped over to the cafeteria. Camila really hoped Normani would be able to calm her down, or else she was going to run back and slap Lauren in the face.

Because quite frankly, she wasn’t scared of her.

—

Camila encountered a mix of reactions from her friends when she left a hot trail behind her, basically slammed herself down on their table. She was fuming, and all the girls could tell. Before anyone could ask, Camila launched into everything that happened that day; her hands gestured to nothing and her eyes wild. When she was done, all of them had their jaws dropped.

“You……basically….got in her face…and told her to fuck off..” Normani repeated to no one, but herself; trying to comprehend her new friend’s actions.

“Holy fuck Camila, who knew you were such a badass!” exclaimed Ashley, putting an arm around Camila’s shoulder.

“Girl…..you’re amazing….but, Lauren won’t let you go that easily ,” echoed Hailee. The other girl had been around longer than Camila and had never seen the consequences of someone rejecting Lauren like that. “She’s going to come after you,”

“Oh c’mon,” Ashley replied, “Lauren’s not that bad, she’ll make you a target for a few weeks, but then she’ll just let you go,” she nonchalantly said while taking a bite out of her burger; mayonnaise dripping down her chin.

“‘Lauren’s not that bad’? Are you serious Ashley?.. Don’t listen to her Mila, Ashley has a soft spot for Lauren because they dated freshman year,” argued Victoria, who finally managed to wrap her head around the information that Camila told her.

That caught Camila’s interest. “Wait, wait, wait…Ashley dated Lauren?” she asked incredulously, trying to imagine it in her mind but failing all together.

“Yeah, for a hot second,” replied Ashley, licking ketchup off her fingers, “It was when Lauren, Ally and Dinah was just Lauren, Ally and Dinah y’know, before they were the Clique,” supplied Ashley. “She was charming, sweet and not to mention, a really good kisser,” Ashley finished with a wink; earning a few ‘ews’ from the table but Camila only felt her stomach turn with nervousness.

Normani slurped her drink and added, “The Clique only became the Clique at the start of sophomore year. Something changed in Lauren, and the other two just tagged along. Blindly,”

The ebony-skinned girl’s tone had taken a melancholy turn towards the end of her sentence, and Camila wondered if it had something to with Dinah. She never really did bring it up with her.

“Before that, they used to pick fights, though unnecessary and dumb, to help people or protect people,..but then, they started to pick fights for their own selfish gain, and they flaunted their egos like its a flag,” explained Normani, her voice low and rough.

“Though,” Ashley piped in, “Lauren has only ever hit boys though, i have never seen her hit a girl. And in this situation, since you’re a girl, she just might, i don’t know, publicly humiliate you or best case scenario, harass you until you give in,” she finished with a tilt of her head; her tone full of satire.

Camila choked on her drink upon hearing those last words from Ashley’s mouth. “That’s the best fucking case scenario, are you serious right now?” Camila spluttered; trying very hard not to imagine what giving in to Lauren would be like.

(Her new friends knew about her lack of relationships and her lip-virgin situation, which gave them the ammunition they needed to give her a proper opportunity for embarrassment.)

“Aw babe, it ain’t that bad. You like girls right, well, Lauren’s a fucking hot one and i’m pretty sure she can show you a good time if you know what i mean. She has a lot of experience, and she could even teach you, don’t worry” Ashley replied with a faux reassuring tone. Victoria and Hailee made kissy noises in the background; effectively turning Camila into a blushing mess. She instantly regretted her choice of spilling all her beans.

“Guys, y’all are shaming her, how dare y’all,” Normani scolded and took Camila’s hand in hers. “You told me that you knew Lauren in 1st grade,” stated Normani; earning a few “woah, what”s and “seriously”s from the other girls at the table and a nod from Camila. “We can only hope that because of that, she’ll treat you differently and not like any other girl around here,”

“I know you’re angry and a little bit frustrated of how much she has changed since then, but look at it this way, you’re only going to see her for a year, so just ignore her and don’t fall into her trap,” reassured Normani; finally helping to calm down an enraged Camila.

“Yeah, she’s going to try to push all your buttons, but don’t let her, soon enough she’ll just switch to another girl,” Victoria advised, patting Camila on the back a few times.

Camila smiled at both of them, showing them her pearly whites as she gave them both a small nod. She could get through this, especially with these friends by her side. “Thanks guys for all the advice, i can only hope now that God saves my soul,” Camila dramatically announced, her mind still reeling from all the advice she had gotten a few minutes ago.

She mulled over it and the details her friends had given her; daydreaming as she stared out to the cafeteria.

Something had changed Lauren in sophomore year. Right as that thought passed her mind, her eyes zeroed in on three pairs of legs that walked into the cafeteria.

Speak of the devil.

She saw Lauren and quickly looked away before they locked eyes with each other again. She couldn’t handle the tension.

Operation “Try to Ignore Her and Not Fall Into Her Trap” was a go.

—

The plan was working, it really was.

For a month, Camila turned a blind eye to Lauren’s actions; ignoring her questions, her winks, her taunts and uncalled for catcalls in the hallway. She couldn’t completely escape her in Literature class because the emerald-eyed girl always chose to sit right next to her, but other than that, she managed to avoid her very successfully. It was easy, but only because of her newly-made friends. They told her about where the Clique usually hung out and places where they usually don’t; like the library, or sometimes, even the field.

Therefore, Camila made it a point to never go to school early again (no matter how much it was a sanctuary to her) and found a way to spend all her free time with one of Normani’s Bitches so that she would never be truly alone; and when that didn’t work, she mostly just spent her time in the library. She could listen to her music in there as well; no one could stop her.

The only thing was that the whole walking-on-eggshells thing was a major downside.

Everytime she as much as caught sight of Lauren and her Clique, she would strut away like her life depended on it, or put in her earphones so she could block the older girl out for good. However, she noticed, Lauren was never affected by it. It was like she was used to it; which got on Camila’s nerves even more.

There were always wider smirks and brighter, glinting green eyes.

If Camila had to roll her eyes any longer, she was sure that it would fall out of her head.

It was like a game to Lauren.

Everytime she was ignored, or her attention was shunned; she came back more determined. Her words still rung in Camila’s mind, “The more you resist me, the more i want you for myself,” and it made the brown-eyed girl gag. Not only was that statement borderline invasive, it was also creepy as fuck.

(And it made Camila’s skin shiver; not a good sign)

Camila could only avoid the bane of her existence for so long, and after a while, it got hard for her to keep up with all the rules of her “operation”. Especially because after the first two months, she rarely saw Lauren anymore anyway; therefore, she hoped that she had taken a damn hint and started harassing some other girl whose name was not “Camila”.

(Though having that thought made Camila feel incredibly sorry for the supposed ‘other girl’.)

Maybe, it was safe to bend the rules a little.

So on Wednesday, Camila decided to say “fuck it” and she arrived at school early; however, she had forgotten her water bottle. Therefore, when she reached school after walking for 10 minutes, she needed a drink. It was 7.20 a.m. and the school was kind of empty. She rushed over to the water fountain near the teacher’s lounge and bent down to take a drink; ignoring the slight concern for germs that she had.

She was midway drinking when she heard a voice sound out behind her; the raspy voice of the one person she had tried to ignore for the last two months.

“You have no idea how many times i’ve imagined you in this position,”

Camila choked on the water she was drinking, coughing one or two times; her face getting red with the innuendo implied.

Embarrassment set in, and with it, hot, burning anger. Camila was done feeling like she had to adapt to Lauren’s setting, and she was going to make it clear. She spun on her heels only to catch Lauren’s eyes speedily meet hers as they were clearly checking Camila out; only making Camila even more annoyed. Her bottom lip was caught by her teeth and Camila forced herself not to look at the plump skin.

“Why? So you could fuck me with your non-existent dick?” Camila asked her; surprising herself with her choice of words that dripped with sarcasm as her eyes burned into Lauren’s which widened. Both of her perfectly trimmed eyebrows rose as she took a step closer to Camila; the surprise evident in her features.

“Wow, you’re feisty, huh?,” she answered her, stepping into her personal space even more, and Camila unconsciously moved back until her back hit the wall; allowing Lauren to effectively corner her. The older girl smelled like smoke and Camila’s nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar smell. Lauren pretended to think before getting eye-to-eye with the younger-girl; her green eyes almost black.

“Um… sadly, maybe not a dick, but i’m sure a strap-on could do the job just as well,” she whispered to her; breath hitting Camila’s flushed face.

Before Camila could respond with a fiery comeback; trying her best to ignore the increased pounding of her heart in her chest, Lauren beat her to it.

“But maybe we can save that for later….something tells me you’ve never used these before,” Lauren continued, her voice husky; bringing one finger up to trace Camila’s upper lip with her papillae; her eyes focusing on her lips rather than her eyes, and Camila felt her breath hitch in her throat. “Am i right?”

Like hell was she going to have her first kiss with fucking Lauren.

Finally gaining back strength in the muscles of her arm to work again, she used them to shove Lauren back; barely making her move a step or two. “Shut up, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she seethed at her; a mixture of shame and anger rolling off her body.

Disgustingly, Lauren only chuckled; the hallways echoed her throaty laugh. “So, i guess i’m right, huh?,” she replied, not waiting for a flustered Camila to answer while her eyes glinted with mischief. “I always knew i had a sixth sense,” she complimented herself as Camila abruptly spun around and walked away from her; she could no longer be in the presence of that psycho path.

“You can walk away from me as much as you want babe, but just know that you’re giving me the view that i want,” called out Lauren from behind her, and Camila willed herself not to throw up in her mouth.

Never had she felt so violated in her entire life, like she had no control.

How the fuck was she going to survive the school year?

—

“I don’t know what to do Ari, she’s everywhere,” Camila huffed onto the phone as she laid on her bed. Her hair was still wet from her shower and she just felt tired.

“Babe, you have to pull through this. I feel like she’s only targeting you because she feels like she knows you- or maybe, because you’re her blast from the past, she’s hogging on you even more to prove herself to you, or maybe i don’t know, herself,” Ari reasoned with Camila, her voice sweet and extremely calming to Camila’s ears; though her use of the word ‘babe’ made her flinch a little.

“Okay, Psychology major, we get it,” Camila teased her best friend, earning a genuine laugh from her. “She just infuriates me all the time with her stupid stares with her stupid green eyes and her completely inappropriate comments about my ass, and sometimes, i’m so shocked by the things she says that i just stand there stagnant, and i can’t move, like her green eyes turn me into stone or something,” rambled the younger girl; reliving her horrid moments in school.

“Green eyes, huh?,” enquired Ariana, her tone ending with a tilt.

(She only noticed because Camila said it like 75045847 times.)

Camila, who was confused at the question, answered with a question, “Yeah, and it’s weird because they sometimes change colour and they have gold specks in them which is kind of creepy…but yeah, what’s your point?”

“Oh, nothing, just a question,” Ariana deadpanned mysteriously; leaving Camila with an abundance of curiosity. “Ari, what are you trying to sa-”

“No,no it’s nothing really. Back to me advising you- so, just think about the upcoming events your school is having! Aren’t the auditions for ‘Grease’ and slash Glee Club coming up?,” responded Ariana; effectively diverting Camila’s thought process to the musical play.

“Yeah! Normani told me that audition sheets are going up tomorrow, i’m going to be the first one to sign up!,” Camila’s excitement could be heard through the phone screen. She continued, “Normani says that it’s also kind of an audition for the Glee Club, like those who are picked have the chance to be in the Glee Club if they wanted to! Who do you think i should play? Sandy? But i feel like…”

And just like that their conversation stretched on and on about outfits and song choices; far away from the topic that wore leather jeans and red lipstick.

—

It was 7.30 a.m. and Camila was staring at the audition sheet pinned the board in front of her. It was decorated with ‘Grease’ memorabilia with John Travolta’s and Olivia Newton John’s face on it; making Camila smile at the nostalgia she felt. A pen hung by its side and Camila looked at it, still pondering on which character she should audition for; staring at the “Character” column that was highlighted on the sheet.

Normani and Victoria told her to go for Sandy, go big or go home. However, Ashley and Hailee (who was also auditioning) told her to go for a smaller role because the big roles are usually given to the seniors. Camila was honestly okay with anything, as long as she got to be up on that stage and sing, she was fine. It also helped that ‘Grease’ was one of her favourite musicals of all time.

“Are you going to stare at that paper all day or what?” a deep raspy voice sounded in Camila’s left ear; making her jump out of her skin. She turned around to find Lauren right behind her; her signature smirk still in place.

“What’s the rush? Are you going to audition as well?” tormented Camila; annoyance in her voice.

Lauren only smirked and ignored her question. “I think you would be a great Sandy, y’know, it’d be very fitting. Goody-two shoes girl who falls head over heels with a stud in a leather jacket. Sounds familiar, don’t you think?” she replied, her tone flirty as she simply stared into Camila’s doe eyes; unblinking.

“Give me a break,” huffed Camila, turning her back on Lauren; tired of her silly mind games. “It couldn’t be further from the truth,” she replied as she finally made up her mind and wrote down her name together with “Frenchy” under the ‘Character’ column. When she turned back around, Lauren was actually giving her a smile.

A whole smile, not just a stupid smirk and Camila unexpectedly felt her heart jump a little. “Bold choice, not one i would choose though,” the green eyed girl shrugged.

Annoyed by her reaction, Camila folded her arms over her chest. “And what would you possibly choose? All you know how to do is harass and torment other people like the bully you are,” her verbal diatribe spilled out of her mouth before she could stop it.

Lauren simply stood in front of her with a smirk in place. Camila’s nerves were suddenly haywire; unsure of what Lauren was going to say or do next.

Then, Lauren walked around her; allowing the Cuban to catch a whiff of smoke before the green-eyed girl grabbed the pen by the audition sheet. Camila’s eyes bulged out of her head as the older girl proceeded to write down her name and her character- “Rizzo”. Holy fuck, this is not happening. Lauren then dropped her pen and turned around on her heels; facing Camila’s shocked face with her stupid signature smirk still in place.

“See you at auditions, babe” she said, her tone mischievous as she winked at Camila before walking down the hallway.

Camila couldn’t even react properly to the nickname she hated. She was bombarded with thoughts and eventually, slight panic about the hours and hours that she might have to spend with Lauren if she was actually any good.

And it made her head hurt.

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HURT (Camren) One Shot

It doesn’t feel right with you gone, It hurts too much to be left alone, I know I was never in your plans, But it doesn’t feel right in her bed, It hurts to know…

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Lauren’s POV

Have you ever met someone and they’re so fucking perfect in every single way?

And maybe, they’re not perfect to everyone else but they are to you.

They’re just absolutely amazing.

The way they laugh. The way they smile, talk and look, every single thing about them that they do, they just keep on amazing you.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s clear from the very start, that the two of you, on some level are meant to be together. As lovers, as friends, or as something entirely different. You just work together, whether you understand one another, or you’re in love or just partners in crime. You’re going to meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, in strange circumstances, and they help you feel alive.

I don’t know if it makes me believe in coincidence, fate or maybe just sheer luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

When I met Camila, she made me feel again. I had locked my heart out to the world, and didn’t want to feel anything after all the bullshit I’ve been through, but she came into my life like a whirlwind,and messed up my life in a way that I ant forget.

I couldn’t regret any moment with her that we spent together.

The thing is, you can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; but yet, you could meet someone and be in a relationship for two weeks and feel every single thing you wanted to feel.

Time is not a measure of love.

I told her that I loved her after a month because I felt every single thing when I was with her. Those stupid butterflies, pure happiness… everything.

It took some time for her to say it back, but she did. And for once, I was happy.

But the thing about my happiness, is that it always finds a way to leave me.

We were toxic, and it’s ironic because even though we were meant to be, I think that we met at the wrong time.

Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. In fact, some of them love us dearly, and many of them have good intentions. But most of them are toxic because in a sense, their needs, and way of existing forces us to compromise our ourselves and our happiness. That doesn’t make them bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us.

And as hard as it is, maybe it’s best for us to let them go.

Life is hard enough as it is, but it’s going to get harder having people in it who constantly bring us down. And as much as you care about them, you can’t keep destroying yourself for the sake of someone else.

You have to make yourself a priority, whether you have to break up with the person, even if you care so deeply about them. Whether it’s loving them from a distance, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful, you have every right to leave and create a safer place for yourself.

At least, that’s what I’ve been trying to convince myself as to why we’re no longer together.

See, Camila had her needs and her wants. We wanted different things but she wasn’t willing to compromise her happiness, for the sake of our happiness. And I can’t blame her, you must always put yourself first, even if it meant breaking someone’s heart.

Breaking my heart.

I simply cannot hate her.

Our relationship was toxic. We loved each other but it was a constant back and forth from bliss to pain, pain to bliss. We couldn’t be the people who we wanted to be. We were too tied up in each other. It didn’t help that you wanted someone else. It didn’t help that you didn’t love me the way I loved you.

Our love was real but maybe, it just wasn’t the right time.

We needed to love ourselves first. And maybe, one day, we’ll meet again and never let each other go.

You see, at first, I did regret her.

I regretted ever giving her the satisfaction of having me so easily. I would lay in bed, awake at 2am, with tears streaming down my face, hating myself for allowing my walls to crumble because she said I would be safe with her. I regretted crying in her arms, allowing her to see me as vulnerable. Something I always hated was crying in front of someone, and I allowed myself to do that with her.

I would regret the memories we made at 2pm, and I would regret the late night phone calls, as I fucked up my sleep schedule for her, just so that I could hear her laugh and talk about absolutely nothing with her.

Now?

Now, I’m just so thankful for you.

You thought me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with showing a woman just how crazy I was for her, it’s not my fault that you were incapable of loving me back the way I loved you.

You thought me my worth.

And even though, I know I deserve more than you, I still wish for it to be you. I still wish that one day, you would come to your senses and allow yourself to finally let your walls down and let me love you.

Because of you, I finally felt what love was supposed to feel like, even if it was just a mere few months.

It was the best months of my life.

I am forever grateful for you.

***

“It was probably my fault for getting so damn attached to you,” I whispered in your ear, as I held you close to me, afraid that if I were to let you go, you would leave again. “Both of us knew that you would leave eventually.”

You looked at me with so much concern in your eyes, as if you had never meant to hurt me the way you did. And I think you had never set out to intentionally hurt me. Just that, in the end, you had a choice between breaking your heart or mine.

Unfortunately for me, you chose to break mine.

“I mean, really we were bound to end, and you were bound to be the one to end it.” I sighed. Because I was too in love with you to ever let you walk away from me. “I guess, I just kind of hoped that you loved me enough to fight, you know?” I laughed trying to will myself not to cry. I was so sick and tired of crying over you. “Everyday, Camz…. everyday I would wake up and wonder why. Why it went wrong? Why it happened the way it happened? And why I had to be the one to get so attached. It doesn’t seem fair at all for me to be the one who’s still hurting while you’re off in some new romance…happy.”

You tried to pull away from me, but I held you back. I needed to get this off my chest, because if I didn’t, it would continue to destroy me.

“You…you don’t have to wake up or go to sleep thinking of how much you miss it, but I do. And it always hurts a little bit more each time, even if I don’t say it.”

If I only knew to love you meant I would lose me, would I still do it?

If I was given the opportunity all over again, would I still choose you?

The answer is, yes.

In a thousand lifetimes, all different from the other, if given the chance to fall in love with you, I would do it all over again.

I don’t know if it makes me stupid, but I can’t help it.

You were my person.

And what am I to do now that I’ve lost my person?

“Laur…” you whispered out. Trying to find something to say, but I knew that there was absolutely nothing you could say to heal my heart.

The person who broke you cannot put you back together again.

I’ve learnt that the hard way.

So you just settled with an “I’m sorry.” As you pulled away from me, I didn’t try to hold you back, because I know that this conversation was hurting you.

“I know,” I smiled sadly at the floor. “I know…”

I heard you sigh heavily but you didn’t say anything. I just wanted you to say something, anything. But all I heard was your breathing, as you willed yourself to not cry because you hated it just as much as I did.

“There’s just this void in my heart that I can’t fill,” I patted my chest. “I know I was never in your plan…but it just doesn’t feel right with you gone. It hurts too much to be left alone.”

You turned and looked at me, for a split second, I saw regret in your eyes. And for a split second, I thought that you would come running back to me, but you shook your head and snapped out of it.

“It doesn’t feel right in her bed,” you whispered. It was barely audible, but I managed to catch it.

I keep telling myself that it’s time to move on, but it’s hard to get close to you when you have up a guard.

“I’ve been trying so hard to find anything that can just fill in the void in my chest,” I ran a shaky hand through my hair, and looked you in the eyes. Those same eyes I always loved looking into. “You should know that it takes everything within me to delete when I’m sending a text.”

“I’m not good for you, Lauren,” you told me for what I could only assume was the hundredth time. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t let me make my own decisions.

Why do you keep making them for me?

What if someone who is so constant in your life, suddenly disappears? I don’t think I could ever recover from that heart break, and I’m seeing that for myself now.

That was always my biggest fear when I was younger. That was why I was always so scared to get attached. I never liked the idea of giving someone the power to destroy my heart by choosing to walk away. I wanted to guard myself. I wanted to save my heart.

Guess I failed, huh?

People don’t miss the drugs. You won’t hear someone say that they miss heroine or that they miss cocaine.

You always hear people talk about how it made them feel, and that’s what they miss.

It’s the same way with people I think. You don’t always miss the person, but rather, you miss how you felt when you were with them.

You miss how they made you feel and the sad truth is, you know that you’ll never feel that way again, unless you are with them.

I’m still trying to figure out how one person can be both your heaven and hell. How they can be your source of happiness but also your source of pain.

Your darkest place and your safest place.

The angel that brings you love, and the demon that breaks your heart.

“I don’t want you to hate me, Lauren.” You said, taking my hand in yours.

I wanted to tell you that I could never hate you, and believe me I tried to hate you. With every fibre of my being, I tried but it could never happen.

And honestly, it sucks.

But how can I hate the one person that I’ve ever truly loved?

You weren’t my first love, but I still and I will always care deeply about you.

I don’t hate her for breaking my heart and giving me the most unbearable pain that I’ve had to feel.

I wish I did, but I don’t.

I could never.

It still hurts that I gave my all and it didn’t work out. Maybe if I had done something differently or said my feelings sooner, maybe just maybe.

We’re both in our 20s, and neither of us aren’t the people who we used to be a year ago.

I’m not the girl I was when I met you and fell in love with you, and neither are you the girl I fell in love with.

Maybe we will meet again in a different city, a few years from now, or in a different lifetime. And maybe, this time, things won’t be the way it was.

Maybe this time you won’t abandon me.

“Please remember me,” you looked at me with pleading eyes. “That’s all I want to say. Please remember me. When it’s raining on a Sunday afternoon, please remember the day that I told you I loved you, because I really did. Please think of me when you’re sitting in a coffee shop and you see someone smile. Just remember that I used to look at you like that. Please, remember me when you’re holding someone else’s hand,” you intertwined our fingers. I looked down and couldn’t help the pang that I felt in my chest. “Remember how much it meant to you at the time you held mine, and love her just as much. Because you have so much love left to give.”

I wanted to tell you to stop talking. I wanted to tell you I couldn’t love someone else after you. And I tried to. I ended up in another relationship with someone else. Unfortunately, for her, she fell in love with me, and I tried to love her back, but I couldn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, she was amazing, but she wasn’t you.

“If not to me, to someone else. But just remember how beautiful our love was. Remember the time I took you to that concert you were dying to go to, remember our late night conversations over the phone where I would tease you senselessly,” You caressed my cheek, my eyes fluttered shut as I enjoyed your touch.

Because I knew this was going to be our good bye.

I think it hurts the worst when you stop thinking about them. But regardless of how much times passes, little pieces of them always find their way back into your life.

Whether you laugh and it sounds just like theirs. Or you’re out and you order the exact same meal they used to. Or you rewatch a movie you used to watch together. No matter how hard you try to push them away, they always make their way back into your life, and that’s what hurts the most.

“Build off it. Make our love better. Love who you’re supposed to love. But make her feel just as special as I did, because I sure as hell can’t seem to forget.” You smiled sadly at me. “I can’t forget the cheesy things you would say to me, and the way my heart reacted to it. I can��t forget the way you made me feel, Laur.” You brought my hand to your lips and kissed it ever so gently.

I didn’t think when I said this. I allowed it to flow out of my lips. “I love you.” I knew I caught you off guard, but I needed to say it, even if it was for the last time. “I have loved you for so long that it’s going to take a miracle for me to forget how to love you. And I will love you for a lot longer. I just know I will.”

You smiled at me, and for a minute, you looked like the girl I fell in love with.

“I love you too.”

***

There’s more to life than her.

There are cafes with cozy corners, where I can sit and read a good book without being interrupted.

There is that sixty year old couple that walks around the park at 4pm every Friday afternoon.

There are rainy Wednesdays when I’m awaken the the light pitter patter of rain on my rooftop, and there’s Sunday nights where I’m going to pretend that I’m going to seize the upcoming week.

There’s sweet wine to drink and karaoke bars to go to and scream the lyrics of songs with my best friends.

There are adventures awaiting me in a far away country, and a woman that’s waiting to look at me the way I used to look at you.

There’s more to life than heartbreak.

But right now, this heartbreak matters.

Real love is chaotic.

You’re going to lose control, you’re going to lose perspective and you’re going to lose yourself along the way.

The greater the love, the greater the pain.

Though, we aren’t together, and I’m not sure if we’re ever going to be together again, Camila was always going to be my greatest love.

And even if she wasn’t here to stay, I’m happy the universe allowed her soul to stop by and meet mine.

The saddest end to a relationship in my opinion is where you break up with someone who you’re still in love with. It sounds bizarre but it happens, because the truth is, being in love doesn’t always mean you’re happy.

You can continue to love someone even after they’ve hurt you.

But you know deep down inside, that it won’t ever be the same.

There was one point in my life, that I believed that I was unbreakable, or at least my heart was.

You see, I always believed that I would never give my entire heart to someone, that I’d never give someone that power over me.

Well, not necessarily, I always believed that whoever I gave my heart to, would be the one to never break it.

Was I right?

No.

Until we meet again, I need to let you go, and as much as I don’t want to, I need to let you go so that I can finally start living. And I can be all that you made me believe that I was capable of, and maybe one day soon, you’ll be the woman I knew you were deep down.

It was truly an honour having my heart broken by you, Camila Cabello.

It was an honour.

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a reason to smile in the morning

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Camila thinks college is just the best.

So she misses her mom and everything about Sinu’s presence. And she misses her dads bad jokes because let’s face it, hers aren’t any better. And don’t even get her started on how much she misses Sofi and her dogs.

Sure, she gets homesick. But like, she’s only two wish hours away from home. There’s a train on campus that can take her right home. She doesn’t see an issue.

So college is pretty great.

She hasn’t really made a group of friends yet, but she’s never been the type of person to need social interaction. And going to a big school is really nice because she can stay in on the weekends and not have to worry about being that girl that stays in on the weekends.

She went random and ended up with a great roommate, Dinah, who gives her just the right amount of talking to not have to worry about losing all social skills.

And the freedom. That’s her favorite part. There’s like, an hour or two of classes every day and then literally nothing else. It’s amazing. She went from a six hour school day, a seven hour work day, three hours of homework, and maybe some sleep, to two hours of class and then 22 hours of free time. She likes it.

(And she could go on about the food, so she won’t start because this isn’t about that).

(But they have the best cheesy bread in the dining halls omg).

She might’ve been premature saying that the freedom is her favorite part. Camila has always had a tight schedule that she followed, so her favorite part is probably getting to find one here. It’s easier to follow a schedule when you have so much time to fill too, because naps can be a part of it and everything is just so happy.

So, she does basically the same every day.

Wake up. Sleep for a few more minutes. Wake up again. Hit snooze again. Finally actually wake up cause Dinah groans in her sleep meaning the beast a second away from killing Camila.

Throw on some sweats, because like she’d try to look nice, but it’s an 8 am so why bother?

Throw on some socks. Throw on some shoes. Go brush her teeth next to the pretty girl doing her make up in the bathroom. Go back to find a suitable shirt. End up picking a big sweatshirt.

And then class and then nap time.

And it’s nice for a while, following a schedule that allows for so much downtime, but her schedule is the same every day and it doesn’t take long for things to get a little boring. Usually she’d attempt to make more friends but she has some and she doesn’t want to lose the grip she has on them, so Camila does the next best thing to kill time.

She makes a tinder.

Now, Camila has had a tinder before. She’s had many tinders before actually. She has a habit of making one with the goal to hoe it up, then deleting it after like an hour cause she’s bored of boys.

This time though, Camila sets it to girls, cause why not? She’s always been openly bisexual, but boys are so much easier.

She prefers girls but she can’t remember ever not being a nervous wreck around them.

Her first girlfriend was a few years ago. They met at a pride parade and Camila thought she was just the most beautiful thing to exist. A friend gave her an in and Camila somehow got through the nerves and made a move with some shitty pick up line. Although her dorkiness worked, she remembers very vividly having such extreme anxiety that she actually almost called an ambulance cause of chest pains. That girl turned out to be a bit of a biphobic lesbian, and a bit of a psychopath, so that didn’t really help with her nerves.

Her second girlfriend was equally, if not more so nerve-racking. Camila still can’t really place why she’s always the one making the moves if she gets so nervous doing things, but she also knows most girls never do shit and end up flirting for months until an outside source needs to come in.

Her third girlfriend doesn’t exist yet. So tinder might be what she needs to meet someone now that she’s an adult at college and ready for an adult relationship.

She ends up deleting the account three hours later. Not really because she’s bored just because she can’t really imagine ever having a chance with any of the girls she matched with.

Dinah yells at her because if they matched then they’re interested why would Camila not accept that, but Camila is just like, super insecure. Like what if it was an accident?

She had only had the balls to message one girl but she probably hadn’t noticed since the account didn’t exist very long. She never really messages people first but something about this girl was calling out. Camila felt like she had to do something or she’d regret it.

Messaging “hey” probably wasn’t the most attention grabbing action though. She got a reply, just “hey back :)” and like, that’s kind of why she deleted it. This girl was like, not just pretty but pretty pretty. And she looked a little familiar? Camila couldn’t help but feel like the thing was a joke somehow.

So she decides to forget about the pretty girl with the dragon fly tattoo.

Dinah still gives her enough shit to force her to go out that weekend. It’s a Friday afternoon when she finds out Camila deleted it so later that night she finds herself at a sleezy frat party.

The going out lifestyle really isn’t for her though, and she realizes after the third drink spilled on her.

She stays out til 3 am with Dinah and her friend Normani, and although she didn’t like the party scene, she is glad she spent more time with Dinahs friend, she’s intimidatingly pretty but her and Camila really got along once she started talking more.

She’s going a little girl crazy by the time she finally falls asleep.

She spends the weekend telling herself to focus on school. Focus on actually going to the gym and on eating healthy since there are so many options now. She tells herself it’s fine to go over a few months without kissing a girl (is it really?) and she tells herself to just not think about girls.

And by the time someday night hits it has worked out in her head.

Now here’s the twist.

It comes Monday morning.

Camila follows the same routine every day. And when you follow the same routine every day, you’re going to end up seeing the same people every day when you do your things that happen to overlap.

She wakes up. Doesn’t really wake up. Feels Dinah’s threat. Force herself to throw on some socks, some shoes, some pants. and then she goes to the bathroom. And then she brushes her teeth next to the pretty girl who’s doing her makeup.

So she’s seen this girl every day for months now, leaning into the sink putting on eyeliner and she’s had a couple of thoughts passing. Not a lot, because it’s an ungodly hour. One, being that the girl wakes up too early. Two being, hey ! we must have the same scheduled classes!

But now, the only though in her head is that she can’t for the life of her find a reason as to how !!! she missed !!! the dragon fly tattoo on the back of there neck !!

She literally can’t hold in her gasp when she makes the connection. It takes her a second and she figures she must look like that calculating meme thing but she literally gasps and turns as quick as she can to face her own mirror.

It’s a small bathroom, but the girl is three sinks away, but any hope that she didn’t hear the gasp is immediately gone when she turns got glance at Camila, just for a second, then turn back.

She brushes her teeth, probably unhygienically fast, then books it back to her room and gets to class ten minutes early.

She can’t believe this.

She’s been brushing her teeth next to tinder dragon fly girl for months! She hasn’t noticed how perfect bathroom girl is for months! Tinder dragon fly girl and bathroom girl are the same people! Jesus Christ!

So now she can’t get this girl off of her mind.

She tries to, she really really tries not to think about her because it feels creepy, but she can’t help it.

She sees her in the bathroom, and nowhere else. Every single day she sees her in the bathroom.

Are you allowed to pull moves on people in the bathroom? Camila feels like it’s weird to pull moves on someone in the bathroom.

Fuck. Camila is childish too. So it takes everything in her not to start laughing whenever she goes into the bathroom just because of how awkward she feels.

She also wonders if she girl even knows what’s going on in her head. Maybe the same is going on in hers?

She hates that she didn’t see it coming. After thinking about it, it’s probably because she never actually got a good look at the bathroom girl. She had piercings and black hair and she was SO intimidating! How was she supposed to risk a glance at her?

She thinks the girl probably recognized that it was Camila though. She always glances over when the door opens, or at least Camila has seen her from her peripheral vision.

It’s kind of embarrassing. Cause like, she probably only swiped right because she knew her. Camila thinks that’s a thing? Don’t people just swipe right on people they know sometimes? Just to see if they’re interested?

“Yeah, sometimes,” Dinah agrees with a scoff, “but that’s like, with friends. That’s like a joke. You guys don’t know each other. You just see each other every day."

Camila kind of regrets telling Dinah.

"And wait hold up, how come y'all never said anything to each other before? I talk to everyone in the bathrooms, maybe I know who she is?”

“Because Dinah! She’s intimidating! She’s so cool looking I couldn’t-” Camila argues, lowering her voice though because she still has no idea where this girl lives on her floor and she knows how not soundproof the walls are. “I couldn’t risk looking stupid. You know how awkward I get.”

“Hmm,” Dinah agrees, leaning on her desk in thought, “I’ll keep an eye out, but if you can find her, outside of the bathroom of course, I think you should make a move."

"Oh yeah, you know me. That’s totally something I’m capable of,” Camila sighs, making Dinah laugh.

She thinks maybe she could make a move if she figured out who this girl was, or where she was, or how to talk to anyone. But also she can not, because she’s only ever seen this girl in the bathroom (i.e. why she’s called bathroom girl up until now).

So much for her “adult relationship”. Longing after a girl she literally sees for two minutes a day.

She brushes her teeth as quickly as she can for a while and then goes back to the bathroom once the girl is gone to do the rest of her morning routine. Just because Camila knows staying in an awkward place isn’t a good idea, and the longer she spends next to the pretty girl, the higher the chances of her fucking up are.

Camila always gives herself shit for not remembering what it was from her profile. Like why did she not remember her as her name instead of “tinder dragon fly girl”.

She’s tried walking around and looking at doors cause some of them still have tags from the first weeks, but most people have taken heirs down for other decorations by now.

At every floor meeting she sees her, and at every floor meeting she tries her best to be funny but not too obnoxious (one time the girl laughed at her joke, she didn’t see it but she did hear it and she swears an angel got it’s wings).

She finally finds out what room she’s in when she sees her leaving one morning, and the eye contact literally almost kills her. (It doesn’t kill her but it does stunt her long enough for the girl to get away before she can try to catch up and strike conversation). Unfortunately, her door holds no name tag, but on the bright side now she can make up as many excuses to walk by the door as possible.

Camila is a bit of a mess over it for a while, but then she gets busy, she gets sick, she gets stressed, and then. the semesters over and she still hasn’t done shit.

She works over break, tries to not think about girls, or one girl. Doesn’t do a lot. Doesn’t think about school too much either.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Camila says under her breath incredulously as she enters the bathroom for her 8 am months later only to be greeted by the tinder-bathroom-dragon tattoo girl.

What are the odds, that once again, the only person that has to be up at this hour is the only person she can’t really stop thinking about.

(She has stoped thinking about her, really because she felt a little creepy at a certain point she forced herself to stop. But she just knows this is about to throw her into a downward spiral.

She tells Dinah about it, seeking advice but only receiving laughter, uncontrollable laughter. So she turns to her older, wiser friend Ally, and Ally is convinced making a move in the bathroom wouldn’t be weird at this point.

And also agrees with Dinah that Camila is a huge pussy if she doesn’t do anything at this point.

(Camila still doesn’t get why it’s up to her but whatever.

They have a floor meeting to introduce new people on the floor, that’s when she finally gets it.

She’s leaning in, Dinah’s leaning in, and Lauren is her name.

“I’m Lauren, I use she/her pronouns,” she says, picking at a loose thread on her jeans and Camila doesn’t mean to react noticeably but Lauren’s voice is so beautiful and her face is so beautiful and Camila thinks that making her smile would be so beautiful and she almost tries to talk to her but Lauren dips from the meeting as soon as she gets the chance.

So now Camila is like, hooked.

Once again, she has every morning with Lauren in the bathroom. Which anyone who lives in dorms knows, the odds that you’re going to see someone that many days both semesters is not likely! Camila is convinced it’s a sign for her to get her shit together and do something.

And she’s trying to! She goes to fill her water up like five times a day now that she knows Lauren’s room is next to the bubbler. And she goes to the laundry room to “check for empty machines just sos he can walk by more. And she sits in the lounge for hours just in case Lauren decides to be the bold one.

But nothing works!

Sometimes she sees her in the line at dunkin’, but that’s almost as bad as the bathroom considering the size of the line she’d have to wait in.

Something in her changes at this point though and she decides to be less stressed and more appreciative. This girl is so pretty, and intimidating but honestly seems really nice if Camila ever grew a pair. And Camila has decided the butterflies in her stomach are nicer than not having anyone to feel this way about. So instead of stressing, she takes a minute to adjust and then decides she wants this girl in her life more. She thinks she’d make things really happy.

Plus she thinks it’d be a really cute story for when people ask how they meet.

She learns in psych about how associating certain things with certain things can make certain things more or less appealing, so Camila stops wondering why waking up is becoming easier.

She makes plans in her head, she thinks of any other possible ways to go about this, but somehow her mind is made up for her one random morning.

She wakes up, goes back to sleep, wakes up, actually gets up,

She never really let herself look at Lauren, mainly because she was afraid of what that eye contact would do to her. But for some reason today she risks a look.

And she’s so so so so flawless, so beautiful, so gorgeous that it doesn’t take more than second for Camila’s plans to fly right out of her head and the words to fly right out of her mouth.

"Um, I’m sorry this might be weird…” Camila starts, and the girl turns, wide eyed at the fact that Camila is actually talking to her, “I just, I try to make it a rule not to make a move on someone in the bathroom, but would you ever wanna do something other than brush our teeth together?"

And Camila was wayyyy right, tinder girl, bathroom girl, Lauren’s smile is so so so much more beautiful than her mascara face.

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Love, Lauren (Camren)

Part Four: Identity

Identity /ʌɪˈdɛntɪti/ (noun) - The fact of being who or what a person or thing is.

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Journal Entry #3

Dear Diary, A couple days ago, I heard the strangest thing being whispered into my ear. ‘To állo misó’ which basically means 'the other half’ and ever since then, I can’t help but think about it. I know a lot of strange things have been happening to me ever since I got this journal, but why was any of this really happening?

Yesterday was my first day working as a bartender, I can’t say that I hated the job, because I actually liked it. I saw Elena with her dad there. She smiled at me and we actually spoke a lot longer than we had in months. I was shocked to say the least.

But then, there was Eliana, Maggie’s sister. I had learnt from one of my coworkers that her name was Camila. I’ve haven’t seen her as yet, and every time Maggie tried to introduce us, she was literally always busy. But somehow, I felt drawn to her. Every time I would catch a glimpse of her, something within me would make me want to get closer to her. It was an unexplainable feeling but it would disappear as soon as Camila would leave my vision. I yearned to see what this woman had looked like and if she was as remotely beautiful as Maggie, I don’t know what I would’ve done.

I closed the book, promising that I would finish my journal entry another time, just as my roommate Renee popped into my bedroom. We had been talking a bit more than usual and I took a liking to her. I learnt that she and Elena were pretty close friends, so she knew about our history but she never brought it up.

Thankfully.

“Hey,” Renee smiled. “I just got back from class and I bought some Chinese takeout. Want some?”

I shrugged. It was approaching the time I had to leave for my shift, and though I could’ve gotten food at work, who was I to pass up even more free food?

“Sure. Thanks, but I’ll grab food for us the next time.”

We sat in the kitchen and passed around some boxes of food and exchanged some pleasant small talk, until Renee decided to bring up the journal. I assumed she had forgotten about it because she never asked about it again.

“I saw the girl with the journal similar to yours today,” Renee said as she shoved some noodles into her mouth. “I actually spoke to her and she this really cool Greek accent.”

I kinked an eyebrow. “Greek?”

What a coincidence it was for someone from Greece; also known as the home of mythology, to possess such a journal. I would think that if the person was told the same thing I was by the crazy woman I met in the antique shop, she might’ve believed in it quicker than I did. I’m also not saying that I happen to believe that this was in fact 'Aphrodite’s Journal’ but if something else were to have happened, I would’ve been sold.

“Oh yeah. She’s insanely beautiful too, man,” Renee informed me again. Seeming to have forgotten that she had told me about the woman’s looks already. “Wait, I told you that already?” She laughed to herself. The more I got to know Renee, the more I realised that she was…simply put a weirdo, but the good type of weirdo. “Hey, by the way…I know we don’t talk about this stuff but I was just with Elena and she asked about you. I know you two ended a while ago, but I think she misses you.”

She misses me?

I literally…well almost audibly scoffed at the thought. She never really ignored my presence, but when she acknowledged me, I feel like she did it just out of the need to be polite.

Maybe we were doomed from the start and that’s honestly okay. I’ve gotten over it. I used to think that it was probably my fault for getting attached to her, when both of us knew that she would leave eventually.

She was always way too good for me.

I mean, really. We were always doomed from the start. We were bound to end, and she was the one who was always going to end it. I guess, some part of me always hoped that maybe she would’ve loved me enough to fight. To try.

Everyday I used to wake up and wonder why. Why it went wrong, why did it happen and what I could’ve done to make her stay. It didn’t seem fair because I was the one still hurting, while she was the one off in someone new romance, happy as can be, while I was trying to pick myself back up from the ground where she left me.

She didn’t have to wake up or go to sleep thinking about how much she missed me.

I did.

She wasn’t the one hurting. And it had hurt a little bit more each and every time, even if I didn’t admit it out loud.

“I know she still feels something for you…” Renee began but I didn’t want to hear any of this. My heart couldn’t take any more disappointment from the girl I once loved.

“Can you just stop?” I blurted out in frustration. I was sick and tired of everyone in my life trying to play matchmaker. From Lexa to my parents. I know they only meant well and they wanted me to be happy, but I needed to feel all these feelings; pain, hurt, hatred, before I could’ve finally move on. “I don’t give a shit about what Elena feels towards me. We broke up. In fact, she broke up with me. She has a boyfriend who she’s quite happy with, might I add. So I just….don’t care.”

I stood quickly, not caring that I didn’t eat much of my food, I grabbed my things and before I headed out the door, I heard Renee yell.

“She and Tobias aren’t even together!”

I slammed the door just to be dramatic but I’m pretty sure I was going to apologise to her for my behaviour when I got back from work.

I’m guessing Tobias was her 'boyfriend’s’ name. Even if they weren’t together, when we broke up she started talking to him, but I couldn’t care less about what Elena was doing with her life.

She was entitled to love and date who she wanted. The same way I was allowed to be with who I wanted to be with, and that wasn’t Elena anymore.

One day, someone will come along. Someone who understands that sometimes I get jealous, and sometimes I get anxious about silly little things. Someone who knows the fears that I have rooted in my past and holds me when I get scared. Because truth is, I get scared a lot.

Someone who can’t dance, but dances with me anyway. They can’t sing, but will sing with me just when we’re drunk out of our minds.

Someone who loves me no matter what. Even in the moments when I think it’s possibly hard for anyone to look at me with love in their eyes, she will love me in spite of everything.

She’ll leave me feeling helplessly, unapologetically happy as I fall asleep at night, with her in my arms.

I just have to be patient. I know she’s out there.

“Hey,” I heard Lexa’s voice coming up the hallway behind me. “Are you okay?” She rested her hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes. She was one of the only people out there who were capable of reading me, so if I lied, Lexa would know the truth.

I shook my head 'yes’ and moved away from from my dorm’s front door. “I’m fine. I just had a minor disagreement with Renee.” I shrugged downplaying it.

“What about?” Lexa kinked an eyebrow.

“Elena.” I said curtly. After our discussion in the coffee shop, Lexa never really brought up Elena again. She knew how talking about her made me feel uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to beat her up?” Lexa grabbed my door’s handle and was about to open it but I held her back. “I’ll beat her up, Lauren. Don’t try me.”

I laughed. “It’s okay, Lex. Nothing I can’t handle. I promise.”

My best friend stared at me for a few moments before releasing the doorknob. “Fine. We should head to work. Don’t want to disappoint, Maggie.”

***

When I stepped into the hotel’s bar, something felt different about the atmosphere. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was feeling, but my mood had instantly felt lifted. I wasn’t thinking about Renee or what she had said about Elena.

I was an hour into my shift when I first spotted Maggie from a distance, when our eyes locked, she smiled brightly at me, waving excitedly.

“LAUREN!” She yelled, a huge smile on her face. She approached the bar and took a seat. “Hi.”

I laughed. “You’re really loud, you know that right?”

Maggie shrugged. “Some may see it as loud, but I see it as happy.” She winked at me. It was always incredible when I thought back to how close Maggie and I had gotten over these past few days. “Can I get some whiskey on the rocks?”

I nodded and poured a glass for her. “Whiskey tastes like ass.”

Maggie almost choked on her drink. “Should I ask how you know what ass tastes like?” She smirked at me, once she was settled from her near death experience.

I smirked back. “A lady never eats ass and tells.”

Maggie began choking on her drink again as she laughed at what I said.

“Sí̱mera,” I heard that same, soft feminine voice in my ear. It possessed that thick Greek accent.

I saw Maggie glance up from her drink the moment the word was said, she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows but played it off quickly.

Did she hear it too?

“Sí̱mera.” The voice grew a bit softer but it was still very audible. I had a hunch Maggie heard it as she mouthed the word, maybe trying to figure out what on earth she was hearing. I’m not sure if she knew what it meant because Maggie was actually born in Barcelona, Spain. But she had told me that her step mother was from Santorini, Greece, so maybe over the years, she learnt the language.

“Did you hear that?” I decided to ask her.

She looked a bit taken aback, but again, she played it off. “Hear what? It’s pretty much noisy in here, Laur.”

Sí̱mera meant 'today’ in Greek. But I didn’t understand what it meant per say. Why was I hearing that particular word?

Truthfully, a lot of weird things have in fact been happening since I got that journal that even logic couldn’t possibly explain, so altogether I tried to stop figuring out why it was happening but rather, see what was going to happen.

I just nodded absentmindedly and continued to serve other guests at the hotel. Maggie remained at the bar and we would engage in pieces of conversations here and there.

I kept feeling as though someone was looking at me, and again, it was that strange woman who was all in white, sitting off in the corner of the bar.

What I found strange about her, was that she had a cup of tea in front of her. We didn’t serve tea here, so where on earth did she get it? She had a huge pair of sunglasses obscuring the view of her face, but I knew she was staring at me. I could feel her eyes boring into my soul.

I held her gaze for a few more seconds, until I glanced away to attend to another guest, but when I looked back at the table, the woman was gone. She never stayed for more than a few seconds to a couple of minutes.

Was she my guardian angel?

Were we supposed to see our guardian angels, though?

In Greek mythology, Prometheus, is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who is credited with the creation of man from clay, and who defied the gods by stealing fire and giving it to humanity, an act that enabled progress and civilization. So in a sense, Prometheus was a 'guardian angel’ to mankind.

This woman in white, I guess I’ll call her 'Lady in White.’ Yes, I’m very creative, but from what I knew, didn’t do anything to benefit me, or to help me, so I’m pretty sure she was not my guardian angel. But what was her purpose? And why did I keep seeing her?

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, when I pulled it out, I saw that it was my mom. “Can I get a few minutes? It’s a family emergency.” I told my supervisor; Raven who Lexa definitely had a crush on. It’s not that anything bad had happened, I just didn’t call home in two days, because I had been busy adjusting with work, so I only assumed my mother became worried.

“Sure. Five minutes, Jauregui. That’s it.”

When I came back, I saw Maggie with a woman standing next to her. She had her hair in a ponytail, an arm draped casually over Maggie’s shoulder, and something that caught my eye, was that she was clad in a chef’s uniform.

I stopped in my tracks.

Was this her?

Was I finally going to meet her?

I found my way behind the bar, and that’s when Maggie noticed me. She called me over, and when I locked eyes with those beautiful grey eyes I knew I was a goner.

She had a very beautiful face, the bone structure, her smile, her lips, her fucking eyes that I was so lost in.

I couldn’t even breathe.

Wait, do I know how to breathe?

My heart rate accelerated and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. I was so afraid to say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of her.

“Yassou,” she said in a thick Greek accent as she smiled at me. I literally thought I was going to pass out. “I’m Camila.”

It took me a few moments to realise that she was talking to me and introduced herself. Maggie cleared her throat and waved her hand in front of me.

“I think you broke her, Eliana,” Maggie laughed. I learnt from that Maggie liked calling her sister by her middle name because when they had met, she couldn’t pronounce 'Camila’ for the life of her. So after all these years, she stuck with calling her 'Eliana’.

I blushed in embarrassment, mentally facepalming myself. Way to go, Lauren.

“H-hi,” I stuttered out. “I’m…I’m Lauren.”

Camila smiled at me. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What did she mean by that? But apparently Camila noticed and she cleared it up. “Maggie has been talking nonstop about you. She’s been trying to introduce us, since you came here, but I’ve just been so busy. I’m sorry I can’t meet your friend though. Alexandria, right?”

I nodded. “Uh, yeah. But you can call her Lexa. She’s a valet, so she’s outside, wrecking cars.”

��Wait! Does Lexa even have her license?” Maggie asked in a panic, as it just hit her, she had never actually interviewed us to ensure that we were qualified for the jobs we were given.

I snorted. “Relax, Mags. She has her license and I’m twenty one, so it’s all good here.”

“Twenty one?” Camila asked me.

“I uh, yeah. I’m twenty one. Recently turned twenty one,” I said. Just one question from Camila and I was a flustered and stuttering mess.

Camila smiled. As though she knew what effect she was having on me. “I’m twenty three. Recently turned twenty three.”

Maggie kept looking in between the both of us but she didn’t say anything.

“You have beautiful eyes, by the way,” Camila said as she looked into my eyes. “The softest shade of brown infused with just the right amount of green. It looks as thought it possesses the new spring growth inside.”

Maggie smiled proudly to herself and took a sip of her drink. “I should’ve introduced the both of you a lot sooner.”

“Wow,” was all I managed the day. “That was a very beautiful description.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true,” Camila said. She picked up Maggie’s glass and took a sip. “This tastes absolutely terrible, Maggikins.”

Her elder sister just rolled her eyes. “Don’t you have work to head back to?”

“Don’t you have work to head back to?”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “Touché, sister. Touché. I should probably leave. My shift starts soon.”

“And I should probably head back into the kitchen, I’m sure some dishes are running low by now,” Camila looked away from her sister to me. “It was really nice meeting you, Lauren. Maybe next time, we can spend some more time getting to know each other.”

“I’d like that,” I managed to say without being flustered. “I’ll see you around, Camila.”

***

I saw Camila again before my shift had ended that night. I was passing through the restaurant in search of Lexa because I was well aware that my best friend was trying to get some free food, and that’s when I saw her. She smiled at me, with that same damned smile. I wanted to talk to her, to say something, but I settled with awkwardly waving her goodbye as I left with Lexa.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said to Lexa once we reached by my dorm. She had a habit of ensuring my safety. She was the type of friend that would drop you off at home, and won’t leave without you getting in. She would walk me home everyday after school back when we were living in LA. Every single time I thought about Lexa, I knew just how blessed I was.

She wrapped me into a quick hug before she went on her way.

When I entered my room, I was expecting to see my roommate, but thankfully, she wasn’t there. It’s not that I was still mad at her, it’s just that I was way too tired to have to apologise to her and listen to how sorry she was for interfering with my love life.

I was beyond tired, but I managed to take a quick shower before heading to bed and finishing off my journal entry. I wouldn’t exactly say that I still didn’t believe in the journal. I was trying my best to discourage any sort of belief, but with everything that was happening recently, it sure made me want to believe in something.

Especially since I wrote about wanting to see Camila, and then I saw her.

Once I got to bed, I pulled out the journal from under my sheets, grabbed my glasses and decided to get lost in my own little world.

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level are meant to be together. Maybe as lovers, as friends, or as something completely different. Sometimes you meet someone and they drive you wild from the very first glance. You become nothing but a stuttering mess when you’re around them.

…It was like that for me when I saw Camila. I wasn’t expecting that. I had only assumed that she would be beautiful, especially if she was related to Maggie. But when I saw her, I just felt drawn to her. I knew my heart felt it too, because it couldn’t stop beating so wildly against my chest. I barely even knew her and she had this effect on me. What was going to happen when I started to know every little thing about her?

I remember, when Elena and I had just broken up, I was crying in my mom’s arms, because this was the very first girl that I had loved. She told me, 'You’re slowly going to learn that some people, no matter how much you love them, they’re never going to be good enough for you. You deserve someone who is gentle and kind because your soul can only take so much. So realising that you deserve something good, is going to be one of your first steps.’

Those words resonated with me. And there was just something about Camila that made me think that she was my 'something good.’

Love, Lauren.

I sighed happily as I shut my journal. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself because Camila seemed so out of my league, but something in the back of my mind kept telling me, that she was it for me.

But how can she be when I don’t even know her?

What if she was one of those people who liked pineapple on their pizza?

Or she poured her milk then her cereal?

What if she didn’t like singing along to songs on the radio?

Okay, Lauren. You were definitely getting ahead of yourself.

But the thing is, you can be in a relationship with someone for two years and feel absolutely nothing spectacular; but you could be in a relationship for two weeks and feel everything. The butterflies, the excitement when you see them, every…single…thing.

Time is not a measure of love.

☾☀︎

My mind brings me back to the story of Pygmalion and Galatea; the ivory statute that Aphrodite had given life to. It’s a story that makes you not want to give up on love because, when you least expect it, you can always find it in a place you had never even thought about.

Never in a thousand years, would I have thought that I was going to find love in Camila.

The thing is, you know when a house becomes a home. You know just about which stair creeks a bit more than the others. You know every turn like the back of your hand, and you can walk around in the dark without bumping into anything. Before I met Camila, I had a house but never a home.

Now?

Now, my home was two eyes, lips that I will never grow tired of kissing and a heart…a heart that I wanted to treasure for all of eternity. Until my dying breath, if you will.

Home is how Camila’s grey eyes sparkle when the sun hits it at just the right angle.

I know what home feels like now, home feels like her.

I’ve finally found my home.

Fall in love.

Maybe it doesn’t have to be with someone, because not everyone is so fortunate to fall in love with a person. Fall in love with art, music, dancing in the dark, the colours of the sun as it rises, or as it sets. Fall in love with the smell of the flowers on a Thursday morning while you’re having a walk around the block.

Fall in love with good friends who bring out your best.

Fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose.

But most importantly….fall in love with yourself.

Relax and trust the timing of your life. Not everything will go according to how you like it. You won’t always get the guy, or the girl. You won’t always get your dream career and buy that huge house in Beverly Hills.

You will figure out your career.

You will find the right relationship.

You will become the person you always wanted to be. Just don’t forget to appreciate who you are right now. Just don’t forget what led you to the place you are right now. Every single disappointment, every heartbreak is leading you to something greater.

Just be patient.

Look at me for example, after much sadness and disappointments, I finally got my dream girl.

☾☀︎

"Real love is always chaotic,” my professor said as he started his lecture. For some reason, I always felt like he thought of himself as a love guru. “You’re going to lose control, you’re going to lose perspective. You’re going to lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos.”

What he said was absolutely right.

The more you love someone, the more it’s going to hurt if you get your heartbroken in the end.

It’s a given and that’s the secret.

“Can someone tell the class who was Eros?” My Greek Mythology professor paced around the lecture hall, his eyes falling on every student but no one wanted to answer. “Miss Consuelos? Do you have something to add?”

I spun around in my seat, to follow where my professor was looking, and there she was. Elena Consuelos, aka my former love of my life was in my Greek Mythology class.

What. The. Fuck?

Elena nodded. She looked up from her laptop and caught my eye. We held eye contact for a little over ten seconds until she directed her attention to Mr Centaur. “Eros was the Greek god of love and fertility. He was the son of Aphrodite and Ares. In later years, he was known as 'Cupid’ by the Romans. According to all Greek myths, Eros was beautiful, but also a constant source of trouble for both gods and mortals.”

Eros was one of the fundamental causes in the formation of the world, inasmuch as he was the uniting power of love, which brought order and harmony among the conflicting elements of which Chaos consisted.

Chaos.

That word kept repeating in my head. Hopefully it was nothing for me to worry about.

My professor smiled happily. Elena was an A+ student. She didn’t need to study for any tests to pass any of her exams. She was always reading about something, so she was always filled with information, and don’t get me wrong, I always thought that was an incredibly sexy trait of hers, but why was she in my class?

Elena wanted to be a medical doctor, so why was she here?

Was Renee actually serious when she said Elena still felt something for me? If she did, she could’ve just told me instead of adding a class to her schedule. Unless I was just over analysing everything and she was just here because she had a love for Greek mythology.

As the class droned on and on, I kept feeling Elena’s eyes piercing into the side of my head. One time, I caved and I caught her looking at me, she blushed and looked away quickly.

Don’t you think that there is always something unspoken between two people?

When Elena and I said our goodbyes, it felt as though something was missing. Yes, we broke up, the reason being that the relationship wasn’t going nowhere, but it always felt like we had more to say to each other but yet we never did.

I shook my head, snapping out of these ridiculous thoughts.

I needed to pay attention in my class. I needed to get my degree.

☾☀︎

But of course, things were only just heating up.

☾☀︎

“Camila.”

I immediately stopped taking notes on my laptop when I heard that name.

“Iliázo̱.”

Iliazo?

Wait, what did that mean again?

Before I could process what I just heard, I saw Elena grabbing her things, and quickly leaving the lecture hall.

Sun? Camila?

Was Camila my i̱liázo̱?

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Love, Lauren (Camren)

Part Three: Believe

Believe /bɪˈliːv/ (verb) -Accept that (something) is true, especially without proof.

☾☀︎

See things for what they are, and not for what you want it to be.

A realist who is an unbeliever, would always find the ability and strength to disbelieve in something that seems so unbelievable.

Miraculous, even.

And if they’re confronted with with a miracle that’s so impossible to disprove, they would rather disbelieve their own eyes than admit the miraculous.

I’ve read a study recently, that states depressed people usually have a more accurate view of reality as compared to the optimists and believers. However, that accuracy isn’t worth shit because it’s depressing, and depressed people live shorter lives.

Or so they say.

Meanwhile, optimists and believers, are healthier and happier in their unreal worlds.

You’re probably wondering what I am trying to get at. And it’s simple, believing in something as silly as Aphrodite’s journal was not something I had planned to do.

It’s just something I couldn’t do.

Are you trying to tell me, that this journal could’ve made my life a lot better than it was?

I could’ve wrote anything I wanted; possibly within reason, and chances of it happening was rather high.

Are you trying to tell me that what I wished for, was actually going to come true?

Bullshit.

Or so I thought.

☾☀︎

“Lexa,” I gripped onto her hand, as she was being wheeled away on a stretcher. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. “C'mon stay with me. Please…don’t go.”

A nurse held me back from entering the ER, and I couldn’t help but break down in the stranger’s arms.

They said she was having an allergic reaction, but from what I knew, Lexa wasn’t allergic to anything. We were just sitting in a restaurant eating, drinking and having fun. Until she started gasping for air, and I was so confused, I didn’t know what to do.

The nurse guided me towards the waiting area and assured me that my best friend would be okay, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I’ve been let down so many times, that I couldn’t find the strength to believe her.

It brought me back to the time when my grandmother fell ill. She was old but she wasn’t sickly. One day when I was out with a friend, I got a rushed phone call from my mother, saying to come to the hospital. When I arrived, the looks on everyone’s faces only told me that the end was near, but I refused to believe that.

I prayed.

Something I never did, but I prayed for her healing. I had faith that she wasn’t going to leave this earth, and to be honest, I didn’t think she was going to die.

The next day she did.

I didn’t even get a chance to tell her that I loved her.

I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

Death is such a strange thing, you know? Many of us fear it, and so much more yearn for it. Those who are in excruciating pain, be it physically, mentally or emotionally. But the second it happens to a loved one, we become filled with so many regrets.

Death.

It tells us to tell the ones who we hold dear to our hearts, that we love them.

I couldn’t see a life without her, and it’s the same with Lexa. She was my best friend. The person I told almost everything to. She was my soulmate. Platonically of course, but she was my everything.

I couldn’t lose her.

Life is a mess. Sometimes we lose and sometimes we gain, it’s all just a damn cycle of gaining and losing. People walk in and out of your life every single day, and there’s nothing you can do to make them stay.

We fall in love. Head over heels, madly and deeply in love with someone. And the same way we fall in love, it’s the way we get heartbroken.

We learn life lessons that we were way too young to learn, but that’s the thing about life, you can’t make it slow down. You can’t run from it.

Then, we lose people to death.

And I feel like that’s the worse possible pain so far. Imagine not being able to tell someone how much you love them. Never being able to kiss their lips, caress their cheeks, wrap your arms around them. Can you imagine that?

Imagine never being able to apologise for your mistakes.

Imagine being there and looking at their lifeless body in a box. The body growing colder and colder. And then it hits you. It’s happening before your eyes, as you’re watching them being lowered into the ground, that you’ll never hear their voice again, you’ll never get to see their smile; that damn smile that could end thousands of wars.

And you’re crying because you’ve realised that you missed it. You missed your one chance to tell them how you felt.

Imagine that you lost that one chance of turning things around, and now they’re gone out of your life forever.

Imagine.

I somehow managed to pull out my phone to dial Lexa’s mother. She wouldn’t have been able to come because she was back in Los Angeles, but I know she would’ve wanted to be informed about her eldest child’s health.

The woman answered the phone as I was about to hang up. “Lauren?” Her voice flowed through the speaker. She sounded a bit shocked as to why I was calling. “Is everything alright?”

I was at a lost for words. I didn’t know what to tell her to prevent her from worrying. “It’s Lexa…she’s in the hospital.”

I heard Indra; Lexa’s mother gasp in shock. “What? Is she okay? What happened?”

I told her what the paramedics told me, that it was an allergic reaction. Maybe it wasn’t serious, and maybe I called the ambulance in time, but I couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Indra kept repeating. Her motherly instincts were probably kicking in, and though she most likely wouldn’t be able to afford a plane ticket, I’m sure she was thinking about trying to catch a flight to see her daughter. “Where is she right now?”

“I think the doctors are attending to her,” I said. “I’m in the waiting room. I’ll try to keep you posted. I’m sure it’s nothing serious, Mrs C. Lexa wouldn’t want you worrying about her.”

Indra reluctantly hung up the phone after I promised to keep updating her every twenty minutes; even if I hadn’t heard anything back as yet.

A short hour later, a woman exited the Emergency Room, I assumed she was a doctor as she had a stethoscope around her neck. She was extremely beautiful to say the least. She stopped to talk to the receptionist, and I decided to approach her to ask about Lexa.

“Hi, um excuse me,” I tapped the woman on the shoulder.

When she spun around, she flashed me a bright smile. “Hi there, how can I help you?”

“Do you know anything about Alexandria Comandeur? She um came in about an hour ago.”

The woman paused for a moment until the receptionist told her who the patient was.

“Ah right. She’s stable. It was just an allergic reaction. Luckily, she came here just in time, otherwise it could’ve been worse,” I nodded. I had to admit that I was extremely relieved. I breathed a huge sigh of relief once I heard the good news. “Would you like to see her? She’s sleeping right now, so all you can do is literally just look at her.”

I nodded. “Yes, I’ll love to.”

The woman directed me to my best friend’s hospital room. She was laying there, with a peaceful look on her face. Lexa hated hospitals, so I knew that the moment she opened her eyes, she would want to leave as soon as possible.

“How long would she be staying here?” I asked the doctor who was currently flipping through Lexa’s files.

“When she wakes up, we’ll monitor her for a few hours. So most likely, she’ll be discharged tomorrow.” The woman placed the chart down. I could see that there were bags underneath her eyes, maybe from working an extra shift. I admired doctors, they were literally saving lives and I couldn’t thank them enough for their service to humanity. “I’m Doctor Cabello, by the way.” She stuck her hand out to me with a smile on her face. “But you can call me Maggie.”

I stared at Maggie’s outstretched hand for a moment until I shook it. “I’m Lauren. This girl’s best friend.” I pointed to Lexa. “But um, thank you. I should probably head to class, and come back in a bit.”

Maggie nodded in understanding. “Right. You’re in college, I’m assuming?”

“Yeah. I’m a Literature major,” I told her as we were walking out of Lexa’s room. I threw her a glance over my shoulder, silently promising that I was going to be back soon. I hated hospitals, but I loved my best friend.

“Oh cool! I love literature! I feel like my favourite part of it was Greek mythology,” Maggie started talking animatedly about her likes and dislikes about literature. I was kind of weirded out by the whole situation, because this woman was a doctor, and most doctors are snobby and couldn’t give a shit to talk to you. “My parents actually named me Iris.”

“Oh? Isn’t that like Greek for messenger of the gods?” I asked.

“Yeah. I never truly understood why they would name me that though. "And my step sister’s middle name is Eliana. Which basically means…”

I cut her off. “God of the sun or daughter of the sun.”

Maggie turned and smiled at me. “You know your stuff, Lauren. I’m impressed. What university do you go to?”

“Columbia,” I said nonchalantly. I was waiting for her reaction of shock or her being completely impressed, which she was.

“Damn, girl. You’re out here kicking ass!” Maggie raised her hand, and I high fived her, with little to no zeal. She was too preppy for my liking.

I hadn’t noticed that she had walked me to the exit. “Uh, well, I should probably get going.” I pointed behind me.

The doctor nodded. “Enjoy your day, Lauren. Your friend would be in safe hands.” She smiled at me and waved me off. I must admit, Maggie was extremely nice.

I actually liked her, despite her being way too preppy.

***

After suffering through the day at my classes and collecting notes for Lexa as well; I knew just how much she hated missing class, so I had to get the missed notes for her. If it were up to her, Lexa would’ve been doing her assignments in her hospital bed.

I wasn’t aware if she had woken up, but I assumed that she did. Indra had called me at least five times since I left the hospital, whilst her sisters texted me asking how she was doing.

I grabbed two sandwiches for the both of us, because hospital food tasted like ass. It wasn’t surprising to me that when I entered Lexa’s room, Maggie was sat next to the bed, engrossed in conversation with my best friend.

The moment Lexa’s eyes met mine, the biggest smile found it’s way on her lips. “LAUR!” She practically screamed at me. I ran towards her and engulfed her in my arms.

“Oh god. I’m so glad you’re okay,” I murmured into her shoulder. “Please, don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Lexa laughed softly. “I promise I won’t. I’m so sorry for worrying you. I just didn’t know I was allergic to anything.”

“As I was telling, Alexandria, sometimes allergies can develop over time. So it wasn’t either of your fault,” Maggie said with a smile. “She woke up about two hours ago, so I decided to keep her company. Quite a chatterbox, this one.”

Lexa laughed. “Ah, but so are you, Maggie.” I offered my best friend a sandwich, and not to be rude but I offered the doctor as well, who thankfully declined because I was starving.

“Lexa here was telling me that you guys were in search of jobs,” Maggie said as she was scrolling through her phone. For the past few minutes that I was here, the woman didn’t seem busy. Shouldn’t doctors be running around checking up on their patients? “I’m part owner of a chain of hotels, if you guys are interested…?” She let the question hang in the air.

I kinked an eyebrow at Lexa who was busy stuffing her face. She shrugged. Lexa needed the money to take care of herself. She didn’t want to put her mother through that, especially since her younger sister; Octavia, was now starting her degree at the University of California, Los Angeles. It was definitely going to be quite difficult; financially for her mother.

“I mean, we are, but I can’t ask you to give us a job. I’m sure there’s other people who are on the waitlist or something.”

Maggie grabbed Lexa’s clipboard and began flipping through it, as she spoke to us. “I like you, Lauren. You both seem like great girls. The hotel would be lucky to have the both of you.” She looked up and smiled at me. “So what do you say? Or before you make up your mind, you guys should pop into the hotel this weekend, I’ll be down to give you the grand tour.”

Lexa didn’t wait for me to answer. “Yes!” She said excitedly.

***

The next thing I knew, we waiting in the lobby for Maggie to come and get us. She had given us her number and strangely, we had texted back and forth during the past few days. It’s not to say that Maggie had been interested in me, because she was dating a fellow doctor. His name was Don Benjamin - she was practically and open book.

I don’t think Maggie believed in secrets.

“Welcome to mi casa,” the doctor gestured to the lobby when she spotted us. “I’m sorry I took forever. My sister was having a dilemma with the chef’s special or whatever.”

Lexa stood and adjusted her jacket. She was feeling a lot better since her allergic reaction. “Your sister works here too?”

“Yeah. She’s actually the head chef,” Maggie grabbed the both of us and I guess we were headed on our tour. “You don’t really see her much. She’s always busy in the kitchen or trying to come up with something, but she’s really good at what she does.”

After giving us the grand tour of the hotel, Maggie brought us to the hotel’s restaurant so that we could’ve had lunch. She wanted to introduce us to her sister; Eliana as I knew her name to be, but as expected, she was too busy.

“So,” Maggie stirred her drink. “We actually have a few vacancies, but I feel like the best positions for both of y'all would be the valet and bartender. The money is pretty decent, so who wants what?”

Before I had the chance to respond, Lexa called dibs on valet and I was stuck with being the bartender. Not that I minded but, oh well. It was going to be my first job. I don’t think my mother would’ve approved but she would’ve been happy with me finally getting some work experience.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I asked. I didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “I mean, we’re practically strangers, I don’t think I can accept your offer without feeling bad about it.”

Maggie laughed and took a sip of her drink. She leaned a bit closer to me. “Listen, Lauren, I don’t usually do this, nor do I like a lot of people, but I see something in you,” she stared into my eyes, but I felt awkward and looked away. “…and in you too, Lex. So I’m more than happy to give the both of you a job. It’s not going to break me if I do it.”

“C'mon, Laur!” Lexa whined into my ear. “This is such a huge opportunity!” She turned to look at Maggie. “If we mess up, please don’t hesitate to fire us.”

The woman chuckled, shook her head and smiled. “Okay, you got yourself a deal.”

We were engrossed in conversation with Maggie for almost an hour. The more time I spent with her, I actually started liking her. She was incredibly sweet and terribly nice. She spoke highly of her family, especially her younger step sister. Eliana’s father had married Maggie’s mother when they were 16 and 17 respectively. Maggie had a strong bond with her step father, that he had asked her to change her name from Pèrez and carry his surname. Her father had died when she was only five years old, so Sebastian; her stepdad was the only father she ever knew.

Somewhere during our conversation, I had completely zoned out, but when I came to, I saw a woman all dressed in white staring at me from a distance off. Well, I wasn’t sure if she was in fact staring at me, because she had huge sunglasses on, obscuring most of her face. But she was looking in my direction, so I made assumptions.

I thought that she was rather brave to be wearing all white, because whenever I tried to do that, I would always spill something on me.

“Lauren?”

Maggie’s voice broke me out of my trance. From the moment I turned my head to look at her, then back at the woman in white, she was long gone.

In less than five seconds, she was nowhere in sight. Either, she was pretty quick on her feet, or I was imagining things. But that was a lot less weird than what I’ve been experiencing these past few weeks. So I thought that I should pay no mind to it.

☾☀︎

Little did I know, I was going to see her again, on more than one occasion. This random woman was going to play a huge role in my story, and in bringing Eliana and I together.

☾☀︎

“What are you staring at?” Maggie asked and turned around. “Did you see a cute guy…or girl. Whatever you’re into. I don’t judge anyway.”

Lexa laughed. “Girls. She hasn’t dated in forever. Too busy being hung up on her ex and with school.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not hung up on Elena!” I bit out at her. I know she was only messing around, but I’m just tired of people constantly saying that I still love someone who clearly didn’t love me back. “I’m sorry,” I muttered under my breath.

Maybe everyone was right, that I still loved her, but it wasn’t romantically anymore. She was always going to have a special place in my heart, because she was my first love. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less.

Would I be looking for her in someone else?

No.

We didn’t work out for a reason, so I’m not going to spend the rest of my days scouring the earth for someone like Elena. At the time, she was my epitome of beauty, of perfection but I’m older now, and I needed someone else in my life.

There were times when I was so mad at myself. I prayed that she would’ve gotten the gist of how much breaking up had hurt me. I don’t do that anymore. I pray that she finds someone who could love her the way I couldn’t, someone who gives her what I couldn’t.

I wasn’t good enough for her, and she wasn’t for me.

We couldn’t have fought for something that was never meant to be in the first place.

I always thought that I was unbreakable, or at least, I thought my heart was. Though, my parents weren’t around as much, they treasured me and my heart.

You see, I always believed that I would never give my entire heart to anyone, that I would never give up that power, that I would never allow someone to control me like that.

I think that whoever I did choose to give my heart to, that one person would never break my heart.

I was wrong.

But, that’s the thing about life, you know? You make mistakes but you come back stronger and wiser, even though it hurts to breathe.

The saddest end to a relationship, I believe is where you have to break up with somebody when you’re still in love with them. It may sound heartbreaking but it is the truth and it happens all the time. Unfortunately, as powerful as love may be, it doesn’t always mean that you’re happy. You can continue to love someone even after they’ve hurt you; even more than once.

But you know, deep inside that it’s never going to be the same ever again.

Maggie nodded carefully. “Anyways…you guys can organise your schedules with Raven,” she beckoned a woman over. She was extremely gorgeous and it made me wonder if everyone who was associated with Maggie was just as gorgeous. I literally did not see someone at the hotel who made me want to gouge my eyes out.

Raven had given us her number. I didn’t miss Lexa’s reaction when she was talking to the woman. She was a manager or something, I wasn’t paying much attention. But I was surely going to tease my best friend about this profusely, but not right now.

It was only when Maggie had excused herself, I followed her with my eyes and saw her hug someone.

A woman.

I didn’t see her face as she had her back towards me, but she was a bit shorter than Maggie. Beautiful brown hair, and I may have allowed my eyes to drift and she definitely had an ass to die for.

I felt drawn to this woman for someone reason. I saw that Maggie was trying to drag her to Lexa and I, maybe trying to introduce us but the woman wouldn’t budge. I guess she was busy.

“To állo misó.” I heard a whisper in my ears. It sounded like Greek and it shocked the shit out of me.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Lexa who was stuffing her face with some free food that Maggie had gotten for us.

Free food was the best food, might I add.

“Hear what?” she asked after swallowing.

“Greek. Someone whispered out ‘the other half’?” I questioned. Lexa was staring at me as though I was completely crazy. “They said 'to állo misó,’ it was a woman’s voice.”

Lexa rested her hand on my forehead and I swatted it away. “Are you okay, Laur? No one said anything.”

Fuck.

What on earth was going on? I didn’t know much Greek but I know what I heard, and I knew what it meant.

I glanced away from Lexa back to Maggie, she was still talking animatedly to the woman.

“To állo misó.” I heard it again. The voice was soft, and it possessed a thick Greek accent. I spun around and guess what? There was no one behind me to whisper those words into my ear.

Soulmate.

To állo misó.

In terminology, 'soulmate’ simply meant 'split soul theory’. It was an Egyptian - Greek religio - mythology. As I had learnt before in my class, it was about one body, being split in two that possessed one original soul.

I feel like you’ll know this person is your soulmate because you’ll have an immediate connection with them, from the very first moment that you meet. A connection so strong that you’ll be drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. And as this connection develops over time, you’re going to experience a love so deep, so strong, so complex, that you’re going to doubt that you’ve never truly been in love with anyone else before.

Your soulmate is going to understand you, connect with you in every way and on every level.

They’re going to bring you a sense of peace, calmness and happiness whenever you’re around them.

That’s when you’ll know they’re you’re to állo misó.

I didn’t understand why I was hearing this. My other half? Who on earth was that?

Maggie?

I almost snorted at the thought. Don’t get me wrong, Maggie was extremely beautiful, and I may have found myself having a platonic crush on her, but that was just it. Nothing else.

I don’t know if I was ready to give myself to someone again. Sure, I would write about someone who was meant for me in Aphrodite’s journal, but I didn’t know how I was going to react if I had met her. If this journal was real, and I was going to meet the girl of my dreams, was I going to let her in?

Was she going to help me mend my broken heart?

That’s the thing, you can beg someone to heal you in all the ways you can’t heal yourself. But other people are not bandages. You are your own journey, and the pain belongs to you. You can’t have someone trying to heal you.

You have to do it on your own, no matter how hard it’s going to be. You got your heart broken; you allowed the person in, so in a sense, you’re in that position because of your dumb heart making decisions that you should’ve let your brain do.

You. Have. To. Heal. Yourself.

Once you’re healed, you have to realise that you are deserving of all the love that is being given to you. You may not think it, but you are worth it.

I sighed heavily.

☾☀︎

The fun was only just beginning.

☾☀︎

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Twenty Eight: Date #1 - You’re Perfection

Camila had recently released her first single ‘Perfect’ featuring one of her oldest friends in the music industry; Selena Gomez, from her third studio album; The Hurting, The Healing, The Loving, and her fans were going crazy.

She had intended to drop three singles; one from each of the stages on her album. They were the songs that resonated the most with her and she wanted to be able to convey visually, what she was feeling at the time. Her favourite one would have to be The Loving, in which she’ll release No Hay Nadie Más with Demi Lovato. This song was obviously about her love for her wife, and it would most definitely be her favourite to perform even though she hadn’t performed it just yet.

Before she and her wife were to have their dates, Camila decided to push harder with her album. She had done a couple interviews and did her very first performance of 'Perfect’. Camila even managed to snag Selena to perform with her despite her being on an indefinite hiatus.

She couldn’t wait to share her songs with the world, and Camila had hoped that she would be able to at least help one person, if they were in the same position as she was just a few months ago.

You know what they say, when words fail, music speaks.

***

As for the couple’s date assignment, Camila had been planning to take her wife out on a date for quite a while now, but she had never truly gotten around to it because of their both busy schedules. She had already asked Maggie and Ariana to babysit Isabella, while she and her wife continue to ignite the flame of their love.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Camila asked Maggie for the millionth time as though she hadn’t taken care of her niece on her own.

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully. “Camzii, it’s not like I’m going to give the kid alcohol and have her smoke weed. I’m not THAT much of a bad influence.”

“I actually think she’ll give her alcohol to drink though,” Lauren said as she descended the stairs. Meanwhile, Ariana was upstairs with Izzy, picking out a game for them to play when her parents left. “But not too much alcohol, she’s still a kid.” Lauren winked at her younger sister.

Camila crossed her arms and glared at her wife. “Really, babe? Really?”

Maggie laughed loudly and pinched her sister in law’s cheeks. “Aw you’re so cute when you’re pretending to be a good mother.”

“I am a somewhat decent mother!” Camila protested.

Izzy came running down the stairs, with Ariana trailing behind her. “Mama! Mummy!” She dove into Camila’s awaiting arms. “Hi.” She kissed her mother on the cheek, causing the woman to swoon. “Are you and mama going to leave soon?”

Lauren placed a kiss on top her child’s head. “Yes we are. Are you going to be good for your aunties?”

Izzy smirked devilishly and nodded. “I’ll only be good to aunty Ari because she brought me a new teddy and I like him a lot. I named him Ted.”

Yes. Ted as in that foul mouthed teddy bear.

Maggie gasped in faux hurt. “Are you insinuating that you don’t like me and would sell me to the cartel at any given opportunity?” She asked her niece who had no idea what she was talking about. The child just stared at her aunt in pure confusion. “Exactly what I thought! You wound me, Mini Me. To think you like my girlfriend more than me.”

“Everyone likes your girlfriend more than you, Maggikins,” Ariana said as she placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “I’ll like to think that you like me more as well.”

Before the new couple could get even more cheesier than they already were, Camila and Lauren bid their daughter farewell and promised to be home in a couple hours. It’s not that the child was going to miss her parents, because she was going to be distracted. A sleepover with two of her favourite people? What more could a child want?

***

“You’re taking me to an art gallery?” Lauren asked in awe as she stepped out of her wife’s car. “Just when I thought going on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth couldn’t get any better, it just did. ” She smiled brightly at her wife. Camila shut and locked her car, as she sidled up to Lauren, slipping her arm into her wife’s.

“Tonight is all about you, babe,” Camila kissed her wife’s cheek. “I just wanted to do something that I know that you’re going to like.”

Most of us know what love is and we know what it feels like to be in love. What some of us don’t know is what being in love feels like. To be loved by someone, and to know just how scared they are to lose us to someone else, just as you are to lose them.

You’re probably wondering, 'Will I ever experience this?’ And truth be told, I am no psychic, but I believe that there’s someone out there for all of us. You probably have not met the person yet, but you will one day.

Wait for it.

As they entered the gallery, Lauren’s eyes were bright with excitement. She hadn’t been there before. It was definitely high end, and the pieces were absolutely incredible. Lauren began explaining some of the pieces to her wife, who was hanging on to every word that she was saying. It wasn’t exactly a place Camila would go to, as she used to wonder why someone would spend so much of money on paint splattered on a canvas, but who was she to judge?

Camila and Lauren were walking around, examining all the various art pieces. Camila couldn’t help but feel extremely happy about being there. The glimmer in Lauren’s eyes was enough to make her heart soar. Who would’ve thought that after all these years, they would’ve still been together? Married with a child and the both of them being successful with thriving careers.

See, the thing about Camila and Lauren, despite there ups and downs, they still made it. You all would probably be shocked to know, that they did break up once many years ago, for a little over a month.

Forty five days to be exact.

Forty five excruciating days for the both of them.

It was over something so trivial; Lauren’s insecurities had always been a thorn in the site of their relationship, but Camila’s hotheadedness and belief that all good things in her life always leave, was one of the reason why they broke up.

They experienced a heartbreak that neither of them thought they were ever going to recover from or would work pass.

Heartbreak isn’t just about missing someone. It’s that feeling you get in your chest that makes you want to tear your heart out with your bare hands, hoping to stop your whole being from hurting.

It feels like your chest is being crushed and all you can do is stare up at the ceiling and think that you did this to yourself.

The worst part about a heartbreak is where the shock wears off, and you realise that you no longer have the person who you’re in love with. You try to hold everything back, but the pain is no longer under your control.

They’re gone.

They’ve left after they said that they wouldn’t have.

They stopped trying.

They don’t love you anymore.

The dam breaks with the rest of you breaking along with it. And this time, you have to pick the pieces up alone. You have to put yourself back together and pray to God, that you don’t end up in this position ever again.

I don’t get why we hang on to something that we know we’ll be better off without. We’re all scared to lose something that we never even had in the first place, so why is it always so painstakingly hard? Why can’t we just loosen our grips and let them go?

Is it really better to have someone who hurts you rather than being alone and having nothing?

Because honestly, it’s far easier to have nothing than to hold on to someone you never truly had in the first place.

“Like the Mona Lisa’s smile,” Camila whispered into Lauren’s ear, “I find your smile absolutely intriguing.”

Her wife turned to stare at her before bursting into laughter, “Oh…my….god, Camz.” She said in between laughs. “That was horrible.”

Camila pouted and punched her arm. “Okay, what about this one…” She paused for dramatic effect. “You must be an artist, because I find myself drawn to you.”

“Okay, I’ll like to think that one was somewhat better. E for effort.”

“More like, F for fuck you, Jauregui,” Camila rolled her eyes, and walked away from Lauren. “Stay away from me, I hate you right now.”

The photographer laughed and caught up to her wife, grabbing her hand to stop her. “All these priceless paintings, works of art, and the only true masterpiece here is you, amor.” Lauren said as she stared into the brunette’s eyes. “It’s how I feel every single time I see you. I don’t get how you can compare yourself to other women, when you’re literally the only one that has ever caught my eye.”

Camila blushed at her wife’s words, and reveled in her touch as Lauren ran her finger along her cheek. “Not even that bitch, Sarah who you liked back in high school, way before we got together?”

Lauren snorted. “Sarah has nothing on you, my love. You are complete and utter perfection. I remember the first moment I saw you, Camz. My heart was beating like this…” She brought Camila’s hand to her chest so that she could feel just how fast her heart was beating. “You have this crazy effect on me after all this time, and I don’t think I’ll ever want it to go away.”

One day, you’re going to meet someone who will fall in love with every damn inch of you. All your imperfections and flaws. They’ll love everything about you, even the things that you hate. They’ll fall in love with your mind, even the parts that terrify you.

Don’t let that person go.

The person you’re going to marry is currently walking the earth, living their own life and creating memories that you’re going to hear about in a couple years from now. They’re probably waiting for you to come into their lives and make memories with them too.

It may seem hopeless now, and you may lack the patience, but don’t give up. The best is yet to come.

We go through the worst to get to the best.

But just remember, at your best you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person, and at your worst, you’re always going to be worth it to the right person. You can go to the moon and back for the wrong person, and they’ll still have the audacity to tell you 'I never asked you to.’

You’re never going to have to chase the one who wants to stay with you.

Camila cupped Lauren’s cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. Her green eyes portrayed shock until she realised exactly what was going on. The moment their lips touched, and every other time they kissed, their bodies were set ablaze with passion and longing.

Lauren kissed Camila back. Her lips moved skilfully against Camila’s as it always did. Camila’s hands moved from her wife’s face to the back of her neck, pulling her closer than they already were.

Camila brushed Lauren’s bottom lip with her tongue, seeking entry into her mouth to deepen the kiss, but green eyes pulled away, breathing heavily.

“We’re in public, Camz,” Lauren said, trying to regain her composure. “And as much as I’ll like to have you right here, right now. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

The brunette smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her wife’s lips. “Why don’t we give the people a show? Let them see exactly what I’m blessed to have in my bed every…single…night,” Camila whispered seductively into her wife’s ear, teasing her. She knew just what sort of effect she had on her wife. But quite frankly, teasing Lauren was fun.

Lauren swallowed hard before moving away from the woman. “Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”

Camila laughed and sidled up to her wife yet again, wrapping her arms around her waist as they continued walking around the museum.

“Are you having fun?”

Lauren stopped walking and looked at her wife. “Is that seriously a question, babe?” Camila nodded. “Of course, I’m having fun. Everything is better with you. You know that.”

Camila shrugged, doubting her wife’s words a bit. “I know how much you loved going to art galleries when you were younger, and we never really went when we were dating…and I just…” She trailed off, not sure where she was going with this conversation.

“Amor…I am having fun. I love spending time with my favourite person,” Lauren kissed her wife lightly on the lips. “I love how you remembered how I liked coming to these places. And I love how it’s the two of us. What more can I ask for?”

Camila shrugged. “Maybe you would’ve wanted Izzy to be here?”

Lauren smiled. “Okay, I probably would’ve liked for the three of us to be together, I don’t like being without her, but tonight is about us.” She stared into her wife’s beautiful brown eyes, smiling to herself.

What a wonderful wife she had.

What a beautiful family they made together.

You may not be their first, their last or even their only. They loved before you and they might love again after you. But if they love you now, then what else matters?

Camila isn’t perfect, Lauren wasn’t either - and the two of them may never be perfect together. They’re going to fight, they’re going to tire of one another, but if Lauren can make Camila laugh, think twice and admit to being human and making so many dumb mistakes, shouldn’t she hold on to her?

Camila may not be thinking of Lauren just about every waking moment of the day, but she’s going to give Lauren a part of her that she had never given to anyone else before. A part of her that she knows that can be broken; her heart, but she’s going to give it either way.

Don’t hurt that person, don’t try to change them, don’t expect more than what they can give. Smile when they make you happy, let them know when they make you mad.

But most importantly, love them with every fibre of your being…if that’s what they deserve.

About an hour more passed. The couple had ended up spending a lot more time in the gallery than they intended. Mostly because they were enjoying each other’s company to the point that they lost track of the time.

Finally leaving the art gallery, Lauren had assumed this was it and they were headed home. However, Camila had one last thing planned for them.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to a lake, Camila shut off the car and grinned at her wife expectantly.

“…Are you planning on killing me and throwing me in the lake?” Lauren asked as she looked between her wife and the pool of water before them.

The singer rolled her eyes and scoffed loudly. “Wow. To think after all those crime documentaries I’ve watched, you’ll think I’m such an amateur. I am deeply wounded.” Camila shook her head sadly. “I would’ve used sodium hydroxide.”

Lauren’s eyes snapped back to her wife. “I…I married a crazy bitch.”

The other woman laughed loudly. She ran quickly to open the door for Lauren, and bowed dramatically. “M'lady.” Camila took her hand in hers and led her out of the car. “Wait here. Close your eyes and give me between five to twenty minutes to do what I have to do.”

Lauren laughed but did as she was told.

“Okay,” Camila said excitedly, “You can open your eyes.”

When Lauren opened her eyes, she was greeted to all of her 'little favourites’ spread out on the ground. There were three candles flicking, allowing a little bit of light into the almost dark sky. A bottle of wine, and a music player playing one of Lauren’s all time favourite songs that was titled 'Lady in Red’ by Chris DeBurgh. It was the song that the couple had shared one of their very first dances to at their school’s prom, and ever since then, it had became one of Lauren’s favourite song.

“Amor…” she breathed out in complete shock. “This…you…wow.” Lauren was trying to form a coherent sentence but her vocabulary had failed her.

Camila smiled. She pulled her wife in for a quick kiss. “I’ll take it that you like it?”

“Like it?” Lauren asked. “Camz, I love it. This is wow. Perfect. I love you. You’re literally the best wife anyone can ever ask for.”

The Argentinian singer bent her head and blushed furiously. “Stop it. You’re going to make me blush.”

Lauren laughed and wrapped her arms around her wife from behind. “You are literally heaven sent, Camila Jauregui. Heaven sent.”

They stayed like that, enjoying each other’s embrace as they looked out at the lake.

“We can literally go through hell and back, and I’d still want to be with you,” Camila rested her hand on top of her wife’s. “I’ll stick with you through the good and bad. Just please…” she turned so that she can look into her wife’s eyes, so that Lauren could have seen the sincerity in them. “…don’t let go.”

The photographer caressed her wife’s face, causing the woman’s eyes to flutter shut. “I promise you sweetheart.” She kissed Camila on her forehead. “I could take all the drugs in the world, kiss every girl that I meet, drink the strongest liquor all night long, but I can assure you this, my love…” she held Camila’s face in her hands. “I could never feel the same type high that I’ll feel, when I’m with you.”

I hope you wake up to someone every morning, who loves you like you’re a flower and they’re so desperate to keep you alive. I hope they hold you all night long when you’re falling apart, whispering little things in your ear to ensure you that everything is going to be okay.

I hope you can dance with them in your kitchen, while your hair is in a messy bun, and you’re both waiting on dinner to be finished.

I hope they can make you laugh in a way no one else has ever done. I hope they can make your cheeks hurt, and your eyes tear up from laughing so hard. With your head titled back and every possible noise comes out of your mouth, and I hope you don’t cover it, but if you do, I hope they stop you. I hope they grab your hand and they bring it to their lips kissing it ever so lightly as they stare deep into your eyes.

Because fuck, everyone knows just how much you deserve it.

I hope you find someone who’ll accept you. I hope they accept that you won’t look your best during the mornings, and that sometimes you can’t help but talk endlessly about something that makes you happy.

I hope you find someone who loves every inch of you, and loves you even more on the days that you can’t even love yourself.

I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes life is too hard, and it’s just easier if you threw in the towel.

I hope you find someone to love you the way Lauren and Camila love each other.

And lastly, I hope that when it comes to a tough situation and there’s a choice to make; you being one of them, I hope that they choose you.

Every goddamn time, I hope that they choose you.

Because Camila chose Lauren.

And, every single time, Lauren chose Camila. It was tough, and most people would’ve given up, but what’s true love without a bit of disappointment?

What’s love if there isn’t any hardships?

Picture this, what if one day, Lauren had had enough of Camila and her shit? She had enough of Camila constantly pushing her away and she wasn’t willing to listen to what she had to say when she saw Lauren with Hailee?

“I did love you. I loved you so much that I couldn’t bear to breathe without you. You consumed my entire being, and maybe that’s why I let you treat me the way you did after all this time.”

Lauren would look at Camila, there would be tears threatening to fall, but she would try her best to hold herself together.

“I don’t know what sort of joy you got out of destroying me time and time again, but I pray to God that you find it within yourself to heal and not treat anyone the way you treated me. I waited for you. I wanted you. I tried to hang on, because I thought you were worth it.”

Camila would look away. Her heart wouldn’t be able to handle all the words that Lauren would be spewing at her.

“But one day, I simply stopped waiting around for you. I didn’t want to hear you say that you missed me anymore. But I fucking hope that you do. I hope that when you think of me, it’ll break your heart, because you would finally realise that I wanted to try.”

Lauren would say these words with a bite in her tone, the bitterness and the hurt would be surfacing.

“I hope you see me so happy that it hurts to the point that you begin to hate me for being happy without you. I hope you crumple to the floor and feel like the air in your lungs is being sucked out of you and you realise what you had and what you didn’t fight for.”

Lauren would approach Camila and hold her face in both hands, staring deep into her eyes, before their final farewell.

“Because I would’ve given you the world if you had asked me to. I would’ve kept fighting if you told me to. But you didn’t deserve my energy. Fuck you.”

But that’s the thing about loving someone who loves you back, they’re willing to fight along with you for the sake of your relationship.

Remember the one destined to be with you, destined to love you would never have the desire to hurt you, nor leave you.

***

The front door to the to the Jauregui - Cabellos’ house opened slowly as they were assuming that their daughter was already asleep and the couple didn’t want to make any noise to wake the child. But to their surprise when they stepped into the mudroom, they heard the television and a voice resembling their daughter’s screaming the lyrics to her mother’s song, 'Havana’, also known as the song that Izzy very much didn’t like.

“Emilia Isabella Jauregui - Cabello!” Lauren’s voice boomed through the house, the child stopped singing immediately. When Lauren checked her watch, it was almost one in the morning. Upon further inspection, the couple saw that Ariana was fast asleep on the couch, her legs draped over her girlfriend’s lap, whilst Maggie was in and out of sleep next to her.

“…..yes, mama?” Izzy asked softly. “You’re…home…early.” The child said sheepishly as she realised that she was caught. Her bedtime was usually at eight thirty, and because she was up, chances of her waking up on time and fully rested tomorrow for school was very low.

Camila entered the room now and tossed a pillow at Maggie and another at Ariana. “Thanks for babysitting, Izzy, guys. Y'all are definitely hired for the next time.”

Maggie rubbed her eyes tiredly, Ariana not waking up as she was passed out like a bear hibernating for the winter. “Ugh. Hola, sister in law…and sister. How was y'alls date?” She asked oblivious to the fact that Lauren was fuming about her child being up at this hour.

The elder Jauregui rolled her eyes but before she could say anything, Camila butted in. “I thought you hated 'Havana’,” she smirked at her child who blushed and hid her face behind her hands. “AW! My baby loves my songssss.” Camila ran and scooped Izzy up into her arms. “You’re so precious. Mummy loves you very much,” she loved various kisses on the child’s face. “But you’ve been a bad girl and it’s time for bed now.” She brought their daughter to Lauren so that she can kiss her good night, as she carried her to bed.

Maggie stroked Ariana’s legs, to coax her to wake up, her eyes fluttered open slowly as she tired to decipher as to where she was right now. “So, you didn’t answer, how was the date?”

Lauren took a seat on her recliner, sighing heavily. “Why wasn’t Izzy sleeping?” She questioned Maggie and her girlfriend.

“She didn’t want to,” Maggie shrugged, as she kept stroking Ariana’s legs.

“So you let her stay up, almost five hours after her bedtime?” Lauren rubbed at her temples. “Okay, there is no need to be angry, clearly Camila isn’t angry. Deep breaths, Lauren. You just had an amazing night out with your wife, no need to murder your sister and future sister in law.”

Ariana piped up at the mention of her being the 'future sister in law’. “Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she clapped happily. “And we can buy a house next to you guys, so we can be neighbours! Oh my god, I can’t wait.”

“Calm down, babe,” Maggie laughed. “We haven’t even been dating for six months yet. How am I so sure you’re not a crazy bitch? Would I be willing to deal with you for the rest of my life?”

“But you didn’t deny it though,” Ariana sent her girlfriend a wink, and threw herself to lay back on the couch. “So, what did you and Milz do? Tell me all the juicy details.”

Camila descended the stairs. “I heard my name.”

Lauren laughed and patted her lap for her wife to take a seat. “These two terrible babysitters of ours want to know how our date went.” As the brunette found her place on Lauren’s lap; her hands instantly went around Camila’s waist, holding her close.

Camila craned her neck to look at her wife, expectantly. “Exactly, amor. How was our date?”

“It was amazing,” Lauren kissed Camila on the cheek. “The art gallery, the picnic, the company, everything was perfect.”

“Ew, an art gallery date.”

“Aw, an art gallery date!”

Camila laughed at her friends’ reaction. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for me, baby. I want you to blow my mind.”

“Or blow your back out, either is fine,” Maggie said, laughing to herself, which earned a smack from her girlfriend. “Ouch.” She pouted. “Why are you so mean to me?” Ariana rolled her eyes playfully and gestured for Maggie to come closer, as she placed a tender kiss on the model’s lips, she sighed happily. “Yay! Much better.”

“You two are so sickeningly cute to the point that I find it utterly disgusting,” Lauren fake gagged. She gently patted Camila’s thighs so that she could stand. “Why don’t you two lovebirds go to bed? It’s late and I want y'all out of my house as early as possible.”

Camila punched her wife. “Hey, don’t be mean. We’ll need them to babysit Izzy for your date.”

“No, we’ll ask Dinah, Hailee, Shawn, somebody that’s not them.” The couple bickered as they climbed the stairs to their bedroom.

“All I’m hearing is how much you love me!” Maggie yelled after them.

***

Camila’s lips slowly disconnected from Lauren’s. But, she allowed Lauren’s hands to roam her naked body, as her eyes remained shut, she reveled in her wife’s touch. The hot water cascading onto their naked bodies, as they were pressed up against each other in the shower.

She could have felt Lauren’s pleasure rising, with every moment that they shared together. Camila opened her eyes slowly to look at the joy etched on her face, and she knew that very moment, she was completely and utterly in love with this woman that stood before her.

Lauren grasped the back of Camila’s neck and pulled her closer, connecting their lips. Camila could feel her erection against her stomach, as a smile found it’s way on her lips.

“I love you, Lauren Michelle,” the brunette murmured against Lauren’s lips.

She smiled. “And I love you too, Mrs Karla Camila Jauregui.”

“Now,” Camila whispered into Lauren’s ear. “Make love to me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

*** Wattpad: Commander_Camren

#UPDATE #series #g!p #camren #angst drama #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Why Did I Get Married

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Anyone know the name of the Camren fic where laurens like a psychology prof and her and c talk about stalkhome syndrome and then later kidnaps her to be like a sexy slave that they train and then sell?

“Hey guys! Long time ago I read a Camren fanfic where Camila bullies Lauren (who has no friends and is a bulimic I guess). They used to be friends until Camila got popular and started being mean. So Camila regrets it and tries to be Laurens friend again. Here are some things I remember: Lauren meets a girl at the bathroom and becomes friends with her. Camila is afraid of thunderstorms. Someone writes “DYKE” all over Laurens locker at school.“

“Hi, I would like to ask for a fanfic’s title. The story goes like this, Camila gets pregnant by a rich guy and when he died, he insist that Camila should be with Lauren, his wife, in order to take care of the child. Lauren hated her and kept on treating her as shit but the truth is, Camila was raped by the guy and is giving her baby to Lauren“

“Okay I have a mission for y'all. My friend asked me to do a list with my fav Camren fanfics so she could read it and I’m here asking for help. What’s your favorites? Gimme the classic ones like TaT, CC7, Yellow…Gimme new ones (but please complete work only). It can be nsfw or one shots…Just help me finish this list. Thanks xoxo“

“Hey, I’m looking for this Camren fic thats a non-au that’s based on Camila and Lauren playing truth or dare? Like the whole band played truth or dare as a bonding exercise but Camila and Lauren kept playing years after everyone stopped?“

“I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC! It’s Camren. Where Camila has a daughter and she provides for them by working at a strip club, she has normani paint a fake rose tattoo on her collarbone. She ends up meeting Lauren one night and telling her she needs to break up with her boyfriend brad. Also Lauren ends up being camila art teachers assistant. And Lauren has no idea who camila is“

“do you know the fanfiction where camila had leave lauren when they were younger for some reason and lauren was totally lost without camila? turns out camila had a baby with some dangerous guy and she had to leave. lauren ends up finding camila and the dangerous guy comes back resulting in camila leaving lauren with her baby. lauren later walks into a book store with camila’s kid and camila actually works there but always had a hood on.“

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Dancing With A Stranger: Camren (One Shot)

Look what you made me do, I’m with somebody new, Ooh, baby, baby, I’m dancing with a stranger…

***

Camila’s POV

It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep. Because every single time I shut my eyes, I see versions of you and I.

Versions of us that could’ve happened, if you wanted it to.

If you didn’t leave and find someone new.

It breaks my heart every time I think of you and him together. I can’t bear to imagine someone else’s hands trailing over your body, his lips kissing your skin, and your heart belonging to him.

I can’t bear the thought.

I have to because you didn’t want me. I was never good enough for you.

“God, Camila!” You yelled out in frustration. “Don’t you get it?! I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You’ve told me that countless times, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted you, with every fibre of my being, I wanted you.

I thought I could’ve made you change your mind and maybe you would’ve wanted me too.

But things don’t always happen the way you want it to.

I felt that familiar ache in my heart, that I knew all too well. I felt it every single time I thought about you.

Why was it so hard to let go of you?

Especially when I knew you had moved on and that you were happier without me.

I’m just so damn tired of making permanent spaces in my heart for temporary people.

You were nothing but a fleeting moment, but yet I saw something longer between us. And I know, at some point you saw it too.

You wouldn’t have let me in and showed me the cracks in the wall that you built around your heart. You wouldn’t have let me hold you all night long, when you came crying to me at one in the morning, when those dreadful thoughts couldn’t leave you alone.

You wouldn’t have made love to me the way you did, if you didn’t see something between us.

I learned to live without you though. But the thing is, I can never seem to forget you. That’s the funny thing about love and being in love, because it took me months to try to forgive you for the hurt and pain that you caused me, but a piece of you is always going to remain with me.

No matter how badly I yearn to have you out of my heart.

I can’t brush the good memories that we shared and sweep them under the rug as though they never happened or they didn’t mean anything to me.

So, I feel like it’s time now to put you in a safe place for new memories to be built. With someone new.

I haven’t stopped loving you as yet, but I am desperately trying to.

I deserve to be happy again. Even if it’s not with you, and God knows how badly that I wish that it was you.

Sometimes I am going to think about you, about us, and reminisce about the past. It doesn’t mean that I miss you, it just simply means that I haven’t forgotten who you used to be.

***

I wasn’t even going to leave my tonight, but I had to get you off my mind.

I know it’s pretty clear that I’m not over you, but I know now that you’re not worth it and that I deserve better. Sometimes I may not believe that and I have to constantly remind myself that I do.

Sometimes, all you need to remind yourself that you are deserving of all the love that is being given to you. Even though you may not think it, the people who are giving it to you do.

Sometimes you have to tell yourself that you are a good person. That you’re a great friend and an amazing significant other. What’s meant for you, will always find you.

Love is worth fighting for, but you need to realise that you shouldn’t be the only one fighting for it.

At times, you need to step back, and if you notice that the person that you ‘love’ isn’t fighting for you, then what’s the point?

If they aren’t fighting, then you need to move on and you need to realise that what you gave them was way more than what they deserved. It was more than what they were willing to give to you.

I always thought that you were my great thing and I was shattered when I lost you, because I thought I had lost my once in a lifetime.

Always fight until you can’t anymore, and then, when all hope is lost, you’ll be fought for.

My best friend, Ariana insisted that we should have a girls’ night. Just the two of us. It wasn’t something I always did, but when the thoughts of you were becoming too much to bear, I needed a distraction.

I slipped on my pair of red bottoms, and stood. As I adjusted my dress and ran a hand through my hair, gently tousling it, Ariana barged into the room.

She gave me a once over and sent me a smile of approval. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’ll jump your bones, right here. Right now.”

I laughed heartedly. Ariana always had that effect on me. No matter how broken I felt, how sad I was, she was always able to make a smile find it’s way on my lips. “That never stopped you before.” I winked at her playfully. “I think what you meant was… if you were gay.”

“Whatever you say, Milz,” Ariana approached me and linked arms. “Time for us to head out! Let’s go dance with some strangers.”

***

When we stepped into the club, it was packed with people. Some of, I’m sure were out trying to get over someone.

You know what they say?

The best way to get over someone, is by getting under someone else.

It doesn’t always work, and it’s definitely not healthy, because what if something were to happen between you and the stranger? You’re just playing with both of your feelings.

Inside the club was like dancing on the Northern Lights. That was the best way I could describe it. There was dry ice mixed with the swirled arrays of colours such as; greens, blues and pinks.

The music was blasting through the speakers, as the DJ played songs that seemed as though they were becoming infused with the bodies on the dance floor.

After one drink, two, five, I eventually lost count. Ariana and I danced together for most of the night. Our bodies pressed together, her hands roaming my body, I had forgotten the reason why I even wanted to go clubbing in the first place.

With the alcohol clouding my thoughts, I finally wasn’t thinking about her.

I finally felt happy.

Eventually, I grew tired and I went to sit by the bar; to down some drinks and recuperate. Ariana had found another dance partner, so I knew she wouldn’t have missed me.

I flagged the bartender and when she approached me, I was at a lost for words.

My god. She was beautiful.

Her eyes were the most captivating colour of green that I had ever seen.

Her smile, that damned smile she sent me when she came asking what she can get for me. I knew she didn’t know the effect her smile had on me, and it was just an innocent smile, but it sent shivers through my body.

“Camila.”

I blurted out. I mentally facepalmed myself. Why did I just blurt out my name? I’m assuming it was the alcohol, because I honestly had one too many drinks.

But from the way she smiled at me, and that glimmer in her eyes, I knew she didn’t think I was a complete weirdo.

“Lauren.” Her name rolled off her tongue. I could barely hear her over the pounding of the music, but I was able to catch the huskiness of her voice.

Beautiful.

“What can I get you, Camila?” Lauren asked me again. I didn’t know what I wanted to order. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue drinking because if I did, I might not have been able to remember her tomorrow.

“Can I get a um…Cinderella?”

Lauren nodded with a smile. She whipped up my drink and slid it across the table from me. “The clock strikes midnight soon, princess. Getting ready to leave?”

I shrugged. “My friend would probably kill me if I leave so early, so probably not.” I turned in my seat to find Ariana in the crowd. She was dancing with someone new. Definitely wasted, but having fun.

“Is she the cute brunette in the white and black dress?” Lauren asked me and I nodded. “Why aren’t you out there dancing then?”

I shrugged in response. “I’m just tired. Thought I’ll grab a drink and get some rest before I go back.”

Lauren nodded mindlessly and began wiping the bar top. She didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t attend to any of the other customers, leaving it to her coworkers. She lent over the bar top and lazily casted her eyes over the bodies in the crowded room.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” I asked her, a bit curious as to why she wasn’t doing anything.

She turned her head to look me in the eyes, that damned smile found it’s way on her lips again. “Are you insinuating that you don’t like my company?” Lauren asked teasingly.

I playfully rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. “Your company is that of a brick wall.”

She clutched her chest in mock hurt. “You wound me, Camila. To think, everyone in this room would be blessed to have my company. And here you are getting it, oh so easily and you’re ungrateful.”

I let out a laugh at her goofiness. It was a bit shocking because I never really smiled these days. Only Ariana got me to do that and it was because she knew me.

“There,” Lauren said, smiling at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was she talking about?

“Your laugh,” Lauren said. “I saw when you stepped into the club, you seemed as though you had a lot on your mind. You should smile more, it’s absolutely beautiful.” I stared at her, not saying anything. She raised her hands up in defence. “I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything. Some people come to the club for two reasons.”

“And what are those reasons?” I asked in curiosity, with an arched brow, sipping on my drink.

Lauren raised a finger. “One, to meet someone.” She raised another. “And to forget about someone.” She had hit the nail on the head with the latter. “Which one are you?”

I didn’t want to say anything, but the words left my lips. “I’m two.” I sighed.

“Ahh,” Lauren nodded her head, as though she knew it. “A beautiful girl like you, and you’re here moping about some guy that doesn’t want you?” I was about to correct her on the 'guy’ part, but I decided to let it slide. “It’s his loss, you know?”

I shrugged. Maybe it was her loss, but it didn’t feel like that to me. Not right now at least.

“I’m just going to randomly say something,” Lauren looked me in the eyes. “Everyone’s eyes tell a story, and yours…damn. He knew what he had, and he just used you. The sweet lies, the false hope. He knew how to make you fall hopelessly in love with him. He knew what to say and what to do and he knew how to make you believe that if he left you’ll be nothing without him.”

She had me hanging off her every word because she was right. I felt that pang of hurt in my chest. I felt stupid for believing her. So fucking stupid.

“He told you everything you wanted to hear, and you know what he did?” Lauren asked rhetorically. “He did the exact opposite. I want you to listen to me, Camila, and not just listen, but I want you to believe me…someone who doesn’t value your heart, they can easily leave to entertain someone else. They’re not the one for you.”

Lauren looked as though she wanted to reach for my hand, but she decided against it.

“So, what will it take for you to finally open your eyes?”

Despite the music blaring, it fell silent between us. I didn’t know what to say after all that.

“So you’re a love guru now, Lauren?”

The bartender shook her head, laughing and it eased the serious tension between us. “I’ve worked too long at a bar to not be able to read people.” She shrugged.

“And what do you have to say about people who drink?” I asked. “Are there two reasons for that?”

Lauren smirked and moved a bit closer to me, so that we were just a mere inches away from each other. “Two reasons like what? To escape from torturing memories and maybe an impending doom?” She asked nonchalantly, but shrugged. “Nah, some people out there just do it for fun.”

“That went from zero to one hundred then back to zero real quick,” I pointed out. Before Lauren had any time to respond, Ariana came panting next to me and threw herself on me.

“Hola Camila, Hey stranger,” Ariana gave Lauren a once over and then she looked back at me. A small smile finding its way on her lips. “Well I see you were in very capable hands while I was away.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved her off me. She took a seat and asked Lauren for some drink I didn’t quite catch the name of.

“I’m Ariana, by the way,” my best friend introduced herself.

“I’m Lauren,” the bartender with those mesmerising green eyes said as she slid the drink towards my friend. She sent Ariana a warm smile, but I don’t know if I was overthinking things, but it wasn’t as bright as the one she gave me.

Maybe that smile was just meant for me.

“I should probably get back to work,” Lauren said. I knew she was allowing me some time with my friend. “It was nice talking to you, Camila.” There was that damn smile again. Didn’t she know the type of effect she was having on me? Maybe it was just the alcohol in my system, or maybe I was sober enough to notice that she was flirting with me?

I don’t know.

“I’ll see you around, Lauren,” I called after her as she walked off to attend to other patrons at the bar.

Ariana grabbed her drink and spun around in her seat, to face the crowd, I did the same. But once my eyes were laid on her, I regretted coming here in the first place. A series of emotions ran through her face once she noticed me.

Everything within me screamed for me to run away, just to get out of there as fast as I could, but Ariana rested a hand in my thigh. “Look at me,” I reluctantly did as I was told. “Breathe, Camila. Breathe.”

I didn’t notice I was holding my breath, until she instructed me to. I followed her movements.

In, out, in, out. In, hold, out.

We did that for a few moments until I felt fine again.

“What the fuck is that bitch doing here?” I heard Ariana mumble to herself.

I sighed heavily. “It’s a free country, she can do what she wants.”

“I know she can, but I’ll have you know, it was illegal to break my best friend’s heart and get away with it,” Ariana said. When I looked at her, she was staring daggers into the woman’s head. She was dancing with her boyfriend, clearly having a great time.

I mean, I was too, until I saw her anyway.

Natalia Gutiérrez.

We weren’t necessarily girlfriends, because she didn’t like the idea of titles. We did everything girlfriends would do. I was faithful to her, and she was too, that was until she met someone else. Her current boyfriend.

She ended whatever we had because she wanted to be with him. She told me she didn’t love me, and she never did. She only said it back because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

But guess what?

She still ended up hurting them either way.

What a terrible thing…to love someone who doesn’t love you back.

I turned away from Natalia, because I knew that if I kept staring at her, I would feel worse than I already was.

When I spun around, I saw that Lauren was leaning against a wall, staring at me. She didn’t look away when I caught her staring.

“Are you alright?” She mouthed to me.

I didn’t think that a complete stranger would want to know how I was actually feeling. But I guess she was somewhat a 'therapist’ because most people tend to spill their secrets, deepest desires and pour their feelings out to some unfortunate, unsuspecting bartender.

I just shrugged. I felt an invisible tug, something forcing me to turn back around, and look at my ex lover.

I regretted doing it.

Sometimes things don’t work no matter how badly you want it to.

And sometimes, we have to let go no matter how badly we want to hold on.

“Is that your ex?” I heard Lauren’s voice behind me.

I turned around slowly and nodded at her. “Yeah, she’s out with her new boyfriend.”

“He’s not so cute,” Lauren said and I wanted to laugh, because he was absolutely gorgeous. Even if I was gay, I could appreciate a good looking guy. And he was most definitely good looking. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Ariana turned to look at the both of us. Worry clearly visible in her eyes. “Camila, do you want to go?”

But I shook my head 'no’. I wasn’t going to allow Natalia to ruin my night. I know she wasn’t going to approach me, so I didn’t have anything to worry about.

“You can go back out on the dance floor, Ari,” I told her. I didn’t want my best friend to be sulking just because I was. “I’ll stay here.”

Ariana was about to protest, but Lauren interrupted her. “She’s in good hands. I’ll keep an eye on her. I promise.”

She was a bit reluctant to leave, but after promising to come and check up on me, she decided to leave Lauren and I alone.

“Okay, so tell me,” Lauren said as she was mixing another drink for me. “What’s the deal between you and her? She keeps staring at you, by the way.”

I shrugged. “I feel like the saddest thing about our story, was that we could’ve made it work.”

“And why didn’t it work out?”

Lauren slid the drink towards me, resting her elbows on the bar top and staring into my eyes. She seemed as though she really wanted to know, that she was really interested in what I had to say.

The same couldn’t have been said about Natalia. When I used to tell her how my day went, or about something I was excited about, she couldn’t give a shit about what I had to say.

“She just didn’t care about me the way I cared about her,” I shrugged, taking a sip of my drink. It was another nonalcoholic drink. I assumed Lauren just wanted me to sober up. I didn’t really fancy alcohol in the first place, I just drank occasionally to let loose. “She didn’t fight for me. She just walked away. So it’s clear I was right every time I told her that I loved her more. And every time, she would deny it and say that she loved me more.” I sighed and whispered out the last part. “I guess we know the truth now.”

Lauren didn’t say anything for a moment. “There’s always that one person that you think you’re never going to get over. Years and decades can past you by, and they can just send you one simple text message, and the feelings can come rushing back in.”

I followed her with my eyes, as I saw that she was taking off her apron. She jumped over the bar in one quick move until she was standing in front of me. She held a hand out for me, and I took it without hesitation. “And one day, you will meet someone, who gives you everything that the other person couldn’t. You’re going to fall hopelessly, irrevocably in love with them, and they, with you. They’re going to love every inch of you, every inch of your mind…even the parts that terrify you. And do you want to know why, Camila?”

I nodded my head. I was too lost in her eyes to really pay attention to anything that was going on around us.

“Because they’ll realise that you’re worth it.”

Lauren caressed my cheek. A smile making its way on her lips. She looked out into the vast horizons that was the dance floor then back at me.

“What do you say?” She asked. “Care to go dancing with a stranger?”

I nodded mindlessly, who was I to turn her down? She pulled me onto the dance floor with her. I don’t know if it was Lauren’s intention, but we were so close to Natalia and her boyfriend.

“Look at me okay? Only me,” Lauren whispered into my ear. “I’m here for you. No one else.”

The club fell darker as a purely sensual song started to blast through the speakers.

Lauren grinned at me.

I turned around, shutting my eyes and allowed the music to flow through my veins. I moved my body slowly, in perfect sync with the music. I felt Lauren’s hands on my waist, it was as though our bodies were in tune with one another’s.

She didn’t allow her hands to roam my body, and I kind of wish she did. I guess she had morals or whatever.

At this moment, I wasn’t thinking about Natalia, I wasn’t thinking about how she broke my heart. I was only thinking about this woman right here who apparently made it her mission tonight to cheer me up.

The way Lauren was dancing behind me was driving me crazy. I couldn’t see her, but her movements.

Damn.

Her movements held my attention. The way she had let her body move against mine, I could tell, that she was enjoying it too.

I swayed my hips from side to side, and if I could’ve heard her over the pounding of the music, I just might’ve heard that gasp that left her lips.

I turned around so that I could look into her eyes. My hands went around her neck, as hers stayed on my waist.

Staring into her eyes, made me feel as though I was in a completely different dimension.

“Do you do this to all the sad patrons at your bar?” I shouted over the music.

Lauren smirked and whispered into my ear. “Only the insanely beautiful ones.”

I found myself blushing at her words. No one since Natalia was ever able to elicit such a reaction from me. Why was this girl any different?

We kept staring into each other’s eyes, and I thought she was going to kiss me. She smiled devilishly, trapping her lower lip in between her teeth, then she winked at me.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” I found myself asking her.

Lauren laughed, even though I couldn’t really hear it over the music. The way her nose crinkled and her eyes shut as her body shook with laughter, I found it insanely cute.

“I like someone who can take control and knows exactly what they need to do,” Lauren whispered into my ear. Her hot breath hitting my skin.

I shivered.

We stopped dancing, as the bodies around us kept moving to the beat, but I couldn’t give a shit about what was happening around us.

She cupped my cheeks, her green eyes boring into mine. She inched closer and closer to my lips, until she was ghosting mine. My body tingled in anticipation. I sensed that she was looking for some sort of hesitance.

To reassure her, I grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Lauren was caught by surprise, because it took her a few moments to kiss me back. Once she gained her composure, she was kissing me back as though her life had depended on it.

She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, a guttural moan escaping my lips. My hands found its way into her hair. As hers travelled upwards and rested on my shoulders, pulling me closer to her body, to meld together.

I loved the feeling of being pressed up against her.

Lauren wrapped her hands around my neck, gripping me gently with desire and need. I didn’t go around kissing random strangers, but I didn’t regret doing it with this one.

I had never felt this happy in such a long time.

I slipped my tongue into Lauren’s mouth, and fuck, did it feel good.

After a few more moments of this, our lungs were screaming for air, so we reluctantly pulled away, gasping.

When I looked up at Lauren, she was already watching me, grinning widely.

I couldn’t help but blush furiously under her gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Looking at you like what?”

I made random hand movements. “I don’t know, like you like me or something.”

Lauren shrugged and pulled me off the dance floor so that we can talk. It wasn’t quiet, but it was better than being around so many bodies. “I find you fascinating, Camila. I don’t know you, but I’ll love to get to know you. If that’s okay with you?”

No one had ever asked me this before. And to be honest, I was a bit scared of letting Lauren get to know me. If she had this sort of reaction on me and I didn’t even know her last name, can you imagine how I’ll be when I get to know her?

But I found myself saying 'yes’.

She smiled brightly at me, and took my hand in hers. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.” And when she said that, I knew that she was telling the truth.

I didn’t know her, but I trusted her.

“You’re allowed to be a masterpiece and a work in progress, all at the same time,” Lauren trailed her index finger along my cheek, and smiled sweetly at me. I couldn’t help but melt every single time she smiled at me.

Maybe we’re all just looking for someone who cares enough to try. Lauren and I, we were just two random strangers who met each other a little less than two hours ago, but what drew me towards her is that she actually tried to make me smile. Something no one else has ever done for me.

I’ve always just hoped that one day, I would matter to someone, the same way they matter to me.

You should never fall in love with someone that you can’t have. I know that it’s easier said than done, but it’s better for your heart. Trust me. Because if you do, it’ll consume you and devour you to the point where you can’t breathe without it hurting.

It’s excruciating and it’s heartbreaking knowing that the person you want so badly, could never be yours.

If you think that’s the worst part….you’re wrong. Because then, you’ll have to watch them love someone else who isn’t you.

I really think I am physically, emotionally and mentally incapable of loving someone again. I don’t want to love someone else that much just for it to not work out in the end.

But…right now, Lauren is sitting in front of me, her smile is driving me crazy, my skin is tingling under her touch…and I think just for a split second, that if we were to see each other after tonight, that she’ll be able to break down my walls.

It won’t be easy, but maybe, just maybe, she’ll be able to do it.

I stood in between her legs, my hands finding it’s way to get tangled in her hair. She looked up at me, smiling.

“You’re something else, Lauren,” I dipped my head and captured her lips in my own. Not caring that Natalia was staring us. I was finally happy in so long and I deserved this.

Who knew this could happen after dancing with a stranger?

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