Monsters (CAMREN)

by LeChateliers

Camila is the bane of Lauren's existence. The girl picks fights with her for no reason,
calls her names, the whole nine yards. But now she's blackmailing Lauren into have
sex with her so she's not a bad lay for her stupid boyfriend. They both claim it's no
strings attached... but is it?

g!p Lauren

CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR NAMED 'Sue'!

COVER BY thohottiecabeyo
DISCLAIMER

This is not mine. I just got it from 5hfanfiction on tumblr.

But I really like this story and I want to share it to you, folks since the
fandom has been stressful lately and I don't know what to believe anymore (aside
from Camren being the bombass ship ever to exist).
Love you guys.
I tried to find the original author of this fic to notify her that I'm
posting her work but sadly even the ask she posted on the site when she wanted the
fic taken down was deleted so if she sees this and asks me to take this down, I'm
willing do that. I believe her name is 'Sue' if you know how to contact her, hit me up.
Thank you.
But right now, enjoy while it's here.
uno.

Today is the oddest day of Lauren Jauregui's life.

Well, everything seemed normal at first.
She woke up like she always did. Got to school like she always did.
Rolled her eyes when the bell rung obnoxiously like she always did.
What she never did was exchange calm words with Camila Cabello,
captain of the debate team and surprisingly popular amongst her peers despite it. You
see, people at this school valued intelligence. But Lauren? She wouldn't value Camila
even if her life depended on it.
The odd thing about it all was the sharp turn their usual banter took.
It gave Lauren whiplash, really.
It started like this.
Lauren got to her locker about ten minutes before the bell rung,
rummaging through her bag to dispose of what she didn't need until later. Camila,
who stood at her own locker one over, slammed her locker shut and took in Lauren's
appearance. She wore her usual black jeans and t-shirt ensemble, which naturally
made her roll her eyes because is this girl any creative when it comes to fashion?
As usual, Camila picked a fight. A heated discussion, she likes to call
it.
"Do you always have to dress so bland?" she said it loud enough so
Lauren would know it's directed towards her.
Said girl turns her head to look at Camila and roll her eyes.
"Do you always have to be such a bitch?" Lauren responds effortlessly,
used to Camila's constant jabs and taunts.
Camila smirks. "You gotta be a bitch to win."
Lauren sighs deeply through her nose, turning to her locker to
continue what she was doing. "Lord knows you hate to lose."
Camila steps closer to Lauren, leaning against the locker between
them, and she taps her index finger against her chin. Lauren closes her locker and
turns to her. "Problem?"
"Absolutely," Camila begins. "Why are you so pale in Miami? Is it
because you stay at home all day wishing for a better life?"
Lauren rolls her eyes and begins walking to class. The shorter girl is
definitely off her game today considering that was one of the dumbest things Lauren's
ever heard. Camila walks beside her.
"Yeah I sit at home all day wishing I didn't have to see you every
morning." Lauren replies in a monotone voice.
It's not that Camila infuriated Lauren, because she didn't. Sure, the
girl was annoying as fuck, but she was more of a mosquito than a stubbed toe. A
nuisance; like a five year old child that wouldn't hop off Lauren's back for one fucking
second.
Lauren, however, infuriated Camila to no end. Don't ask her why,
because her reasons always vary, never pinpointing exactly why the black-haired girl
puts her on edge. It's just something about her laid-back attitude that gnaws on
Camila's nerves.
What's there to be so calm about? Life is constantly happening, the
least the girl can do is be stressed every once and a while. Camila knows she is.
Camila smirks when they arrive at Lauren's classroom. "See you in
physics, loser."
"Whatever." Lauren mumbles before stepping into class and breathing
a sigh of relief. She honestly doesn't know what she did to garner the attention of the
infamous Camila Cabello, but she figures the girl needs some sort of outlet from her
everyday life.
Lauren knows that the girl jumps from one extracurricular to another,
getting in as many hours as possible so colleges know she's the real deal. But how
much can she truly take?

She's captain of the debate team, president of the Spanish club, in the top ten
percent of their class, all while being a loving daughter, sister, and girlfriend. Lauren
honestly doesn't know how Austin puts up with it all. Or how she does, either.
She figures that the girl needs to release her anger someplace, and if
Lauren happens to be the lucky target, then so be it. She knows the girl loves a good
argument anyway.
It ended like this.
Lauren walks into her physics class, slightly dreading the incessant
mocking she knows Camila will throw her way throughout, and she groans when she
notices people piling toward the board to see where their new assigned seats will be.
Camila, who she didn't notice was in front of her, turns with a
mischievous grin on her face, waggling her eyebrows.
"Hey, lab partner." She says before moving to the farthest table from
the front of the room, at the very corner of the class. Lauren watches her
disbelievingly, and looks at the board just to see if the smaller girl wasn't just pulling
her leg—as she always does.
When Lauren's eyes land on her name, and subsequently on Camila's
right beside hers, she lets out an even longer groan than before. She turns towards
the back of the class and her eyes fall on Camila, the girl lifting her hand to waggle
her fingers obnoxiously.
At least Lauren gets to sit by the window and fantasize about all the
places she'd rather be in.
She walks down to her chair and plops unceremoniously onto it,
ignoring Camila when she greets her rudely.
The class starts, and about halfway through it Camila speaks up,
leaning against Lauren as she talks.
"You're in my space." She whispers seriously, and Lauren turns to look
at her incredulously.
"You are literally leaning against me."
"I wouldn't be able to lean against you if you weren't so close to me."
As Camila says this, she puts her hand on Lauren's thigh, pushing
slightly to distance herself from the girl. Lauren jumps and goes to slap her hand
away, but Camila pushes a little harder, and her hand slips, grazing something she
didn't think Lauren should have. Something Lauren has been keeping to herself for
quite some time now.
Lauren inhales sharply and moves her chair as close to the window as
possible, whispering a clipped don't fucking touch me as she gets situated in her
place.
Camila stares at her quizzically for what feels like hours before she
turns back to her phone and continues texting like she was before the whole incident
happened. Lauren refuses to look at anything but the tree her eyes focused on when
she turned toward the window. She wished she could be the tree, or the sky, or
anything but herself right now.
 The bell rings, and Lauren bolts out of her seat and to the hall without
looking back. Camila, unfortunately, follows.
"What the fuck was that?" She asks, following Lauren out the school
doors and into the parking lot.
"None of your fucking business." Lauren replies as she spots her car
and walks even faster towards it, trying to shake the incessant girl for once, but as
always, proving unsuccessful.
"I think it is my fucking business."
"Not everything is about you, Camila." Lauren unlocks her car door a
few steps away from it. She doesn't feel Camila breathing down her neck anymore so
she breathes a sigh of relief and gets into her car, buckling her seatbelt and getting
ready to hightail it the fuck out of there..

Suddenly her passenger door bursts open and Camila throws herself into the seat,
closing the door behind her and looking at Lauren with a scowl.
"Answer my question." She demands childishly.
"What the fuck. Get out of my car!" Lauren exclaims, leaning over the
girl to open her door and growing truly frustrated when Camila closes it right back up.

"Not until you answer my question."

Lauren looks at the steering wheel and sighs, clenching her jaw and
turning her car on, finally giving into the urge to get off school grounds.
"Where are we going?" Camila asks while putting on her seatbelt.
"Where do you live?" Lauren asks as an answer.
Camila leans back into the seat and sighs. "Turn left on 12th street,
I'm the second house on the left."
Once they arrive, Lauren unlocks her doors and she hopes Camila
conveys the action as a kinder version of get the fuck out.
She doesn't.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on down under." Camila
says decidedly, making a point of getting comfortable in her seat to let Lauren know
that she means business.
Everything is so monotonous and boring in her life, and even though
it's with the person she can't stand the most on earth, this is the most thrilling
moment she's experienced in ages.
"Do you have nothing better to do than stick your nose in other
people's shit? Get the fuck out of here, Camila." Lauren says loudly, pointing towards
Camila's house pleadingly.
Camila doesn't budge.
Lauren groans and gets out of the car, walking around the front of it to
open Camila's door herself and grab the girl by the shoulder. She goes to pull the girl
out of her car when Camila reaches up to grab at her crotch, effectively making
Lauren yelp and jump away.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Me?" Camila asks after her suspicions have been confirmed. "What's
wrong with you?"
Lauren clenches her jaw for at least the third time today and tries to
focus on anything other than beating the girl in front of her within an inch of her life.
She grabs Camila by the hands this time and yanks her out of the car.
Camila lets it happen, and watches with a smirk as Lauren walks back to the driver's
seat.
"Come inside."
"No." Lauren replies quickly.
"Come inside or I'll tell everyone at school that you're packing more
than normal."
Lauren freezes at that, looking up over her car to establish just how
serious Camila is about that statement.
"I am normal." Lauren lets out evenly.
Camila shrugs smugly. "They won't think so."
Lauren looks at her for another minute and reaches into her car to
turn off the engine, pocketing her keys and slamming her door harder than
necessary.
She walks to Camila's front door and stands in front of it, staring a
hole into the perfect porcelain as the brunette steps beside her and unlocks it. She
ignores Camila's smirk and instead chooses to let her gaze roam.
Camila's house is surprisingly beautiful.
Lauren guesses beauty breeds demons.
She follows Camila up to what she supposes is the girl's room, pausing
at the door's frame to lean against it.

She sees a messy bed, a few pieces of clothes scattered on the floor, and a shelf filled
with books.
Lauren is not in the least bit surprised by how Camila's room looks,
but she is surprised at what comes out of the girl's mouth.
"I need you to have sex with me."
Oh, Lauren thinks, she really has fucking lost it.
"What?"
Camila rolls her eyes as if the answer is oh so obvious, and she turns
around to start organizing her mess.
"Austin wants to start having sex and I am completely inexperienced. I
don't want to be a bad lay, because I know word gets around, so I need you to fuck
me so that I can be ready for the real thing."
Lauren scoffs, none of the words coming out of Camila's mouth
registering as sane.
 "You know a dildo costs like twenty bucks right?"
Camila turns to look at her venomously before continuing to straighten
up her bed covers. Lauren can tell she's a nervous cleaner. She fucking hates herself
for finding that a bit endearing. This girl is literally blackmailing her into using her
privates for experimental purposes, surely there is nothing endearing about that.
"Nothing beats the real thing, Lauren."
"We hate each other."
Camila scoffs. "You'd be fucking me, not making love to me. We do it
a couple times and then we can ignore each other for the rest of high school. I'm
going across the country to UCLA and your dumb ass is staying here. That's it."
"That's it? Are you fucking crazy? Don't you want to lose your virginity
to someone who actually cares about you? Like your boyfriend, maybe?"
Camila finishes with her bed and moves onto picking up the clothes
from the floor.
"Love doesn't last forever, Lauren. Talk does." Camila says like it's the
most obvious thing in the world.
Lauren crosses her arms across her chest and sets her jaw. "I don't
want to have sex with you."
Camila sighs, clearly irritated. "Stop calling it sex. Sex matters. This,"
she points between them, "won't. And don't act like you have a say anyway. You
either fuck me or I tell the whole school about—", she flails her hand in the general
direction of Lauren's crotch, "—that."
Lauren closes her eyes tightly, turning around to face the wall in front
of Camila's room. She takes in a deep breath, opening her eyes and punching the wall
angrily, leaving a slight dent, but nothing noticeable.
She hears Camila's voice from inside her bedroom. "You're gonna have
to pay for that."
"Jesus fucking Christ." Lauren exclaims, turning into Camila's room
and sitting on her bed.
"Camila, listen to me." Lauren pleads. "I will do anything, anything, for
you to keep quiet about this."
Camila sits at her desk chair and crosses her legs. "Fuck me."
"Anything but that."
"That's all I want."
Lauren sighs and places her hands on her face, leaning her elbows
against her knees.
She thinks it over for a moment. Lauren never really cared about the
circumstances behind losing her virginity. She figured she would never lose it, not
with her body being so out of the ordinary. Camila, if anything, is doing her a favor.
She just can't stand that the girl is blackmailing her so harshly. After all the nagging
and irritation that Camila has brought into her life, Lauren shouldn't have to be
granting the girl's wishes. She knows she can't work her way out of this one, though.
Everybody will believe what Camila says—even if they don't believe it as the truth,
they will greedily pick apart the gossip. Lauren knows they'll be calling her names in
no time, spitting out words that hit Lauren deeper than the people expect them to.
She really can't deal with that now, not when she's so close to leaving the place
unscathed.

Well, as unscathed as possible.

Her best friend Normani doesn't even know about her biggest secret.
She just tells the other girl that her mom doesn't allow sleepovers for some reason or
another. The girl doesn't question it, and for that Lauren has always been grateful.
"Why me? You can get any guy you want to sleep with you. No
questions asked." Lauren says into her hands.
Camila leans her head against the back of her desk chair and looks up
at her ceiling.
"Guys are all the same. They bang a hot chick and go running to tell
their friends all about it. I'm doing this for Austin. He won't see it that way so he
doesn't have to know. Simple as that."
Camila sighs, thinking about her year old relationship with the boy and
trying hard not to cringe at the mediocrity of it all. Sure, in the beginning she had
thought that he was the cream of the crop: captain of the basketball team and owner
of irresistible eyes, but sooner rather than later she discovered that he is so
disgustingly male that she can't stand him. He's always playing video games with his
friends, or going out to play some pickup game. She doesn't even know what that
means, a pickup game. Who dropped it?
But, in the end, he treats her nicely, taking her out on dinner dates
and buying her flowers. He treats her how she always thought she wanted to be
treated. So why did she feel so empty?
Lauren turns around to look at Camila. "How do you know I won't say
anything?"
Camila snorts. "Okay, Lauren."
The black-haired girl sighs. She knows she'd never tell anybody. The
truth has always been her ball and chain. That's the kind of key that takes forever to
find.
She observes Camila's profile; her pink lips and soft skin. The girl is
stunning, no doubt about it. And even though Lauren really hates her guts right now,
she could do a lot worse when it comes to her first time.
She always thought she'd lose her virginity to some really drunk girl
she found at some bar or party, too wasted or high to even think twice about a girl
whipping out a little something extra. There would be no room for questions or
disgusted remarks, Lauren would just do they do and bounce. The girl would be too
hungover in the morning to remember what the fuck happened the night before and
Lauren would be home free, her ego a little bit bigger and her libido satisfied.
 Camila was offering this opportunity to her on a silver platter. No
nasty remarks or dirty looks. Even if the smaller girl did only entirely see her as a
body to practice on, she supposes it could be a lot worse. A whole lot worse. People
get killed over these sorts of things.
"Fine, I'll do it," Lauren says as she releases a shaky breath. "But you
can't tell anyone. Ever."
Camila looks at her seriously. "Trust me, no one will find out. It would
look way worse on me to have people know I ever gave you a shot."
Lauren smiles tight-lipped. She'd be lying if she said that one didn't
hurt a little.
"Great. Can I go now?"
Camila waves towards her door without so much as glancing at her.
"Whatever. Tomorrow you take me to your place and we'll do it there."
Lauren shakes her head. "Your place or no place."
Camila narrows her eyes at her. "Where do you get off making
demands right now?"
Lauren finds herself smirking. "I'm not gonna be the one getting
myself off, sweetheart. I'll be here tomorrow." And with that she walks down the hall,
down the stairs, and out the front door.

She buckles herself into her car and doesn't allow herself to think until she's parked in
her driveway, seven minutes later.
What the fuck did she just get herself into?
-
The next day at school, Camila ignores Lauren.
Lauren would consider herself relieved, but after the conversation they
had at the girl's house yesterday she isn't sure this is a good sign.
Lauren, of course, instantly panics. She told someone, she thinks,
that's why that one girl gave me a nasty look.
When they're at their lockers before physics she decides to approach
the girl.
"Did you tell anyone about what happened yesterday?"
Camila turns to her with an eye roll. "No."
"Then why are people giving me weird looks?"
Camila scoffs at that. "People are always giving you weird looks,
Lauren. That's what you get for being a fucking loser."
Lauren slams her locker shut. "Yesterday I agreed to do you a favor so
you can ease up with the insults."
After the whole situation yesterday Camila seemed different. More
reserved, but bitchier than usual. Lauren caught her pushing some kid out of the way
that was walking too slowly for the girl's standards. Lauren knows that Camila is a
pain in the ass but it's mostly been on her, so the fact that her anger is branching out
must mean something's wrong.
Lauren steps closer to look at what Camila's been doing so diligently in
her locker since they started talking and she notices that the girl is organizing her
textbooks and notebooks. That's when it dawns on her.
Camila is nervous.
Lauren softens up a bit at that because the thought of today was
gnawing on her insides all of last night. She could barely sleep.
"Are you okay?" She asks softly, and Camila slams her locker shut
abruptly.
"I'm fine." She says as she walks away, leaving Lauren at their lockers
with a heavy mind.
In physics they say nothing to each other, but Lauren steals looks at
the smaller girl and noticed her zoning out for the entirety of the class, gnawing
worriedly on her bottom lip and playing with the ends of her hair.
When the bell rings Camila is quickly out of her seat, not so much as
waiting for Lauren to pack her things.
If Lauren knew any better she'd think that Camila had a sudden
epiphany and called the whole thing off without letting her know. She won't admit it,
but she just may be a little disappointed if that happens to be true.
She walks slowly to her car and spots Camila waiting impatiently by
the passenger door. She unlocks the doors when she's near it and they both climb in.
Camila sets her bag in between her feet and leans her head against her seat, looking
out the window the whole ride to her house.
Right before Lauren parks into the girl's driveway, Camila sighs.
"I'm starving."
Lauren feels like laughing in that moment, somewhat because of her
nerves and somewhat because she knows the girl beside her could eat an entire
country if it was served to her.
Before she could offer to take her somewhere Camila is out of her car
and walking to her door. Lauren sighs and walks in after her, following the girl into
the kitchen where she sits at her table and chews on a granola bar aggressively.

Lauren stands awkwardly in the center of the girl's kitchen and keeps her eyes trained
on the wooden doll above the cabinets by the fridge that's holding up a sign reading
Cabello's cafe. She wonders briefly if Camila has a good relationship with her parents.

Something smacks her square in the chest and falls to the floor. She
turns to look at Camila finishing up her granola and tying her hair into a messy bun.
"What was that?" Lauren says as she looks down at what Camila threw
at her, not recognizing it at first.
"You were supposed to catch it dumbass." Camila huffs out.
Lauren bends to pick it up and notices that it's a condom.
 "Oh." She mumbles softly, but of course Camila hears her. The girl has
the ears of a bat, or a mother.
"Yeah. Oh." She says as she gets up from the table and walks past
Lauren, the taller girl following her to her bedroom. "I've got a bright future ahead of
me and I won't let a kid ruin that."
Lauren rolls her eyes. "Heartwarming."
Camila takes off her jacket and hangs it on the back of her desk chair.
Lauren once again finds herself awkwardly standing in the middle of a room.
"I don't even know if I can get you pregnant."
Camila takes a couple steps and stands directly in front of Lauren, a
foot of space between them.
"Well, I don't want to find out."
They stand there in silence, staring at each other. It's not awkward to
either of them, though. They know they need this time to fully wrap their heads
around what they're about to do.
Lauren can see Camila's patience starting to wear thin after three
minutes of silence.
"Do something." She says pointedly, and Lauren should've known that
Camila would put all the pressure on her to start this up.
Lauren slides the condom into her back pocket and takes a deep
breath. She looks down at Camila's hands, the girl wringing them in front of her
stomach. Lauren grabs one of her hands and tugs on it softly, Camila taking a step
forward tentatively.
Lauren cups Camila's cheek and leans in hesitantly, looking into the
smaller girl's eyes the whole time.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Camila asks when their faces are a few
inches away.
Lauren stifles a groan. "Kissing you."
Camila shakes her head. "Absolutely not."
Lauren lets go of the brunette and brings her hands to rub at her eyes
in irritation as Camila starts to ramble.
"Kissing makes it intimate. No touching from the neck up."
"Can I touch your hair?" Lauren asks without thinking.
Camila furrows her eyebrows. "Why would you want to touch my
hair?"
Lauren looks at her with slightly wide eyes before swallowing her
sudden onslaught of nerves and composing herself.
"Uh—I don't know." She stutters out.
Camila looks at her strangely but takes her hair out of a bun anyway,
her brown waves cascading over her shoulder nicely.
Honestly, Lauren's always loved Camila's brown hair. She's always
wanted to see if it felt as soft as it looked. And maybe she had done some research in
the privacy of her own—locked—room and discovered that some girls like it when
their hair is pulled during sex. She'd be lying if she said she never wanted to try it,
and Camila seems like the type. She's extremely anal and pure in school, and Lauren
hopes secretly that she's a little freakier than she lets on.

But those are just the hormones talking.

Camila looks at her expectantly and something inside of Lauren snaps.
She doesn't know what, but it makes her realize that Camila is just as inexperienced
as she is, and it doesn't matter if Lauren is good or not because Camila has nothing to
compare it to. They're gonna figure this out together.
Lauren steps into Camila's personal space, the smaller girl looking up
at her through her eyelashes. She puts her hands on the girl's hips and squeezes,
leaning in and kissing Camila's neck for the first time, right under her ear.
Lauren feels more than hears the girl exhale a shaky breath, the
weight of the moment hitting Camila all at once.
She is about to have sex with Lauren. This is definitely not how she
imagined her first time to go, but she figures it could be a lot worse. She knows that
Austin is going to be wearing a smirk bigger than his ego after they do it and Camila
just didn't want that to be her first time. She wants something quiet, something that
only the two people involved will remember and, hopefully, cherish.
Lauren continues to trail kisses down her neck and over her
collarbone, biting down once she felt a little more comfortable to do so. When she
does bite down, Camila jumps and opens her eyes, not even realizing that she closed
them.
Lauren looks at her hesitantly, their foreheads grazing and breaths
mixing.
"Sorry." She mumbles.
Camila shakes her head, looking into Lauren's eyes. Were they always
so colorful?
They were impossibly green, and the little waves of blue she can
detect made them irresistible. Camila really shouldn't be feeling this overwhelmed
right now. This is supposed to be a quick lay; get in, get out, repeat a couple times
and then never speak again.
She takes a step back and takes off her shirt in one quick motion. She
throws it to the side of the room and spits out a quick, "Let's get this over with."
And really, she's not trying to be a bitch about it. It's eating her up on
the inside, and she does want it to be special, but she's a bitch when she's nervous,
or sad, or irritated. She's just a bitch, really.
Lauren sighs and lets out an annoyed fine before pushing Camila onto
her bed and straddling the girl.
Camila can't say she isn't a little turned on by this turn of events.
Lauren starts kissing her neck again, this time trailing lower and
latching onto the skin above Camila's bra-clad breast. Camila laces her fingers
through Lauren's hair and arches her back against the girl's mouth.
"Don't leave a mark." She says breathlessly, and at that Lauren snaps.

"Let me fuck you how I want, damn it." She growls out before
attaching her mouth to the same spot it was at before and sucking forcefully.
If Camila wasn't turned on before she definitely was now.
Lauren makes quick work or removing Camila's bra and starts to
sensually suck on her nipple, not wasting any time and trailing her hand down the
smaller girl's stomach to unbutton her pants. She takes off the girls pants and feels
Camila's small hands trailing up her sides when she positions herself on top of her
again.
Her own shirt comes off and she suddenly becomes nervous when
Camila starts unzipping her jeans. She stops everything and gets off the smaller girl,
sitting on the edge of the bed and resting her elbow on her knees. She thinks about
how odd it is that she was in this exact position yesterday, but the circumstances are
so different today.

"What's wrong?" Camila asks surprisingly softly, and Lauren shakes her head.
"Sorry—I just." She sighs.
Camila sits next to her in only her underwear, and Lauren looks over
her bashfully, not really having time to do so the first time around.
The smaller girl notices and crosses her arms over her chest, red
creeping up her neck to the tips of her ears. Lauren reaches over and places a hand
on her forearm.
"Hey, you're beautiful."
If anybody told Lauren that she'd be calling Camila Cabello beautiful
she surely would've laughed in their face, but here she was meaning every word.
Camila looks down and bites her lip. "I bet you are, too." She says
softly.
This is the first nice thing the smaller girl has ever said to her. She
tries to remember everything about this moment: Camila's messy hair and honest
eyes, her flat and smooth stomach, and the way her stiff nipples peek over her
crossed arms defiantly. Lauren's heart is pumping so hard she swears she's going to
collapse.
"Stand up." Camila says sternly. As to not ruin the moment, Lauren
complies without a word.
She faces the smaller girl with questioning eyes as hands come to rest
on the button of her jeans.
"Trust me." Camila says softly, and Lauren releases a shaky breath in
anticipation. It could all end incredibly well, or incredibly bad, and at this point Lauren
doesn't know which outcome makes her more nervous.
 Before Camila continues, she reaches towards Lauren's back pocket
and grabs the condom, securing it in one hand before tugging at Lauren's jeans.
The sound of her jeans being lowered down to her knees makes
Lauren swallow nervously, and when she glances down at Camila and sees the girl
eyeing her slight bulge, she shuts her eyes and turns her head toward the ceiling.
"I hear you like softball." Camila says randomly, her fingers hooked
onto the waistband of Lauren's compression shorts. The girl is standing now, looking
up into Lauren's eyes as if she isn't about to expose her.
Lauren looks at her with crinkled eyebrows. Why the fuck was she
talking about this of all things right now? "Uh—yeah, I do. I'm on the school's team."
"Is the stereotype true?"
Lauren rolls her eyes. "We're not gay."
Camila lifts her eyebrows and puts on a face like that's the most
interesting thing Lauren's ever said.
"What you're doing right now is pretty gay." She says matter-of-factly.

Lauren scoffs. "I'm doing it after you begged me to."

Camila tilts her head in outrage. "I did not beg. I blackmailed."
"What a thin line."
They stare at each other for a beat before Lauren realizes that Camila
is touching her. And by her, she means her.
Lauren looks down and sees Camila's small hand wrapped around her,
slowly lowering the condom into its rightful place—when did she even rip it open?
Lauren really needs to stop being so dazed—and she exhales shakily again, glancing
at Camila to gauge her reaction.
The smaller girl is smirking, her eyebrow cocked smugly. She meets
Lauren's eyes confidently.
"Not bad, Jauregui." She says huskily.
Lauren feels herself twitch at the girl's tone. She knows she's not the
largest—she doesn't want to be—but she's not microscopic either.
Lauren decides to throw caution to the wind and reach out, sliding her
hands around Camila's waist to squeeze her ass.

"I knew you had a thing for my ass."

"Shut up." Lauren mumbles as she steps forward out of her jeans and
leads Camila down onto the bed.
Lauren continues doing what she was doing before her slight freak
out. Camila's fingers find black hair again, but this time Lauren's hands slide into the
smaller girl's underwear and press against her.
Camila inhales sharply and lets out a soft moan when Lauren adds
some friction, rubbing against her clit. Camila's hands go from Lauren's hair to
Lauren's shoulders, gripping tightly and leaving angry red nail marks.
 Lauren takes off Camila's underwear quickly and positions herself
nervously.
"Can I?" sShe asks softly, looking down into Camila's worried eyes.
"Can you?"
Even in this very serious time of supposed life altering experiences,
Camila's infuriating wit still manages to make a dazzling appearance.
Lauren pushes in slowly and Camila stiffens. The black haired girl
stops immediately and tries taking the same approach as Camila did previously.
"So you like debate, huh?"
Camila looks at her like she can't believe she's serious. "You can't do
that."
Lauren looks at her like she has no idea what she's trying to imply.
"Do what?"
"You know what you're doing, Lauren."
"I really don't, I'm a virgin too, remember?"
Camila rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean."
"I don't think I do."
"You can't use my own technique against me."
Lauren smirks. "But, I just did."
Camila looks at Lauren incredulously when she realizes the odd
sensation she feels between her legs. She momentarily feels out of place, like she
can't believe she's actually living in this very moment.
She feels good, and oddly enough, safe.
She hides her large smile by biting her lip. "Move, moron." She
mumbles a little more affectionately than she intended.
Lauren grins cheekily before she acknowledges what Camila said. "Oh,
right."
She moves in and out slowly, trying to shake off the nerves that try to
make her believe that this is rocket science. It's not all that hard; it's just a constant
motion, but she looks down at the smaller girl and wonders if she can do more than
what she's doing. The tightness that she's feeling right now is about as good as it
gets for her, and she knows she can never experience this the way that Camila is, but
that doesn't mean that there isn't more that she can do for the girl.
She wants this to be as great for Camila as possible, and by the way
the girl has her eyes shut tightly and is gripping onto the back of Lauren's neck,
Lauren guesses that she's halfway to incredible, but not quite there yet.
She decides to rock her hips differently, not as mechanically as before.
She adds a bit more sensuality to it, and she starts to kiss Camila's neck again,
nipping at it gently.
Camila moans quietly, and Lauren swears it's the best thing she's ever
heard.
She wants to hear it again, so she brings her hand down to rub
Camila's clit slowly, as to not overwhelm her, and the girl squeals this time,
something soft and raspy and sweet.
So, okay, that's the best thing Lauren's ever heard.
They continue their rhythm for a couple minutes before Camila speaks
up.

"Harder." She moans out.

"What?" Lauren mumbles distractedly, having been trying the past
minute to think about the worst things imaginable—her mother's funeral, somebody
running over her dog, Austin and Camila having sex. The last thought made her blood
boil—don't ask her why, she's still trying to figure that out herself—and that really
helped to calm her down, oddly enough. She didn't expect to last as long as she has;
she's only human after all.
She looks at Camila, and with the quick narrow of the girl's eyes,
Lauren realizes that she is not just having sex with some soft spoken and lovely girl;
she's having sex with Camila.
"Are you deaf? Or just stupid? Harder."
Lauren snaps her hips into the girl, and the throaty moan that she
releases makes Lauren moan too.
Camila has her eyes shut tight, and for some reason Lauren can't
stand not looking into them.
"Look at me." She mumbles a little out of breath, her finger still
rubbing and her hips still thrusting.
Camila shakes her head and gasps. "I think—I think." She moans
softly before she can complete her thought.
Lauren has a good idea of what she was going to say anyway.
"Camila, look at me."
Camila opens her eyes right when Lauren feels the space between the
girl's legs become even tighter than before. Lauren stops thinking about her mom,
and dog, and Austin, and finally let's herself feel everything that she can in this
moment.
"Lauren." Camila gasps out.
There's a beautiful girl beneath her that she just made orgasm and
she is having, arguably, the best orgasm she's ever had. There is surely nothing
better to be thinking about than this.
Lauren drops her head onto Camila's shoulder and takes deep breaths
to calm her speeding heart.
They lay there together for a handful of minutes; Lauren with her eyes
closed, her mind completely blank; and Camila with eyes wide open, staring up at her
ceiling and trying to stop her thoughts from racing.
She just lost her virginity to Lauren Jauregui.
She feels accomplished, sure. She just had the best orgasm in her life,
but she just thought it was all going to feel different.
She feels lighter, somehow, like the burden of her virginity—forcefully
instilled upon her by this fucking society—was finally lifted.
She knows Lauren will do a good job of carrying it, like she'll do a
good job of carrying Lauren's.
Speaking of Lauren.
"Get off me." Camila says without her usual bite. She feels tired, not
realizing just how much this took out of her, physically and emotionally.
Lauren slides out of her gently, eliciting a slight gasp from Camila, and
she lays down beside the girl, suddenly aware of just how naked she is.
"Are you okay?" Lauren asks softly, not wanting to disturb the girl's
thoughts too much but just wanting to know how she was feeling about this.
"I'm fine." Camila says in the same dull voice.
Lauren feels weird suddenly, like she can't believe she did this. She
can't believe she exposed herself to someone who so blatantly does not give a shit
about her.
Camila has always been so heartless when it came to her, why would
this change anything?
Camila said it loud and clear yesterday, this would mean absolutely
nothing. It happens a few times and then they ignore each other for good.
Lauren sits up and picks up her pants from the floor, taking off the
condom gently and tying a loop, throwing it into the trashcan by Camila's bed. She
slides on her underwear and pants right after. She stands and picks up her shirt from
the foot of the bed, slipping that on and turning to search for her keys.
She hears Camila stand and when she looks over the girl is putting on
a fluffy robe.
"Your keys are downstairs." Camila says softly, walking out of her
door.
Lauren looks at the bed and its messy sheets one last time before
putting on her shoes and following the smaller girl.
When she gets downstairs Camila is already at her front door, Lauren's
keys in hand.
Lauren grabs them while mindfully avoiding more physical contact with
the younger girl.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, tomorrow." Camila says distractedly.
Lauren opens the door and walks to her car, sitting inside of it for a
moment to compose herself.
She thought she wouldn't feel anything, knowing that this was strictly
no strings attached, but the way that Camila held her and became so gentle despite
her incessant nature made Lauren's heart flutter so aggressively that she thought she
would collapse on top of the girl.
 She puts her head in her hands over the steering wheel and curses
herself for enjoying the fact that she can still smell Camila on her.
She just had sex with Austin Mahone's girlfriend, and she loved every
second of it.
Now that she lets it all sink in, there is not a single moment she would
take back.
But these nice and dandy thoughts all fall apart when she realizes that
she had sex with Austin Mahone's girlfriend.
Camila did this for him, and soon she'll be in the exact same position
under someone that isn't Lauren.
And why was Lauren letting her stomach get warm over the thought of
the girl who singlehandedly annoyed the shit out of her every day for the past year?
It's because she loved what just happened so much that she has to
forget everything about it. She won't let her emotions get in the way. She knows it's
not going anywhere.
As she drove off in a hurry to get as far away from Camila as possible,
said girl was leaning against her door trying not to sob.
She takes in a deep breath and releases it shakily.
She distinctly remembers feeling ready to burst with emotion when
she opened her eyes to look at Lauren's. They were so green and inviting and full of
affection that she was surprised she didn't start shedding tears right then and there.
After it was all said and done, when they laid there together in the
passing of their climax, Camila tried so hard to be void of emotion, but now it's all
rushing back to her.
She felt something, in that tiny moment, for the girl she had gotten so
used to hating.
She wishes more than anything she could take that back.
dos.

"Lauren Jauregui, do my eyes deceive me or have you been thoroughly sexed up in

the past twenty four hours?"
This was her almighty greeting the day after her decidedly great—but
not meaningful—night with Camila, and she cannot believe her ears.
She laughs nervously. "What?"
Normani leans against the locker next to hers and crosses her arms
knowingly.
"You are acting very different this morning. Tell Beyoncé what
happened."
Lauren shuts her locker and walks to class, Normani on her tail.
"I'll be sure to tell her when I see her."
Normani gasps. "Your words hurt me."
"Good."
Lauren turns her head to show her best friend just how roughly she's
rolling her eyes. She bumps into someone while she isn't paying attention, and of
course, it's the girl Normani wants to know all about—even though she doesn't know
it yet.
Lauren looks down at Camila in her sinfully short skirt and tight polo
shirt, looking up at her with disgruntled eyes and a scowl. Lauren feels a blush spread
throughout her face without her permission and she stutters through an apology.
"Uh—sorry, I—"
"Watch where you're fucking going." Camila spits out in the middle of
her embarrassing apology.
The smaller girl steps around them and Normani scoffs, yelling out a
clear and crisp bitch before turning back to Lauren.
"I don't know how you put up with her."
Lauren's normal response would be something calm along the lines of
she's not that bad, but she remembers just how heartless the girl was last night and
she clenches her jaw.
"Me either." She spits out instead, walking a few steps to her class and
turning around to address Normani.
"Nothing happened, by the way."
Her blue-haired friend purses her lips and raises her eyebrows like she
understands that Lauren has to talk to her about it in her own time.
"Whatever you say, Jauregui. Beyoncé is here to listen when you're
ready."
Lauren chuckles and walks over to her desk, sitting in it and
wondering what exactly has Camila's panties in such a twist.
Earlier that morning, Camila was in a great mood.
She came to the striking realization last night that her unexpected
feelings for the bearer of green eyes have absolutely no actual substance to them.
Her stomach fluttered lovingly at their peak of ecstasy, so of course Camila is going to
feel powerful in that moment, Lauren led her into the most powerful orgasm of her
life.
She fell asleep knowing that the sex she had was completely
meaningless and bringing her one step closer to the experienced position she desires
to be in.
Getting to school made the light feeling she had all morning rear its
ugly head.
Dinah picks her up from school every morning—her volleyball practices
after school forcing Camila to walk home, or more often than not get a ride home
from Austin, or more recently, Lauren.
As soon as she opens the passenger door and smiles at Dinah, the
taller girl smirks knowingly and asks her a prying question.
"So I see you finally took that stick out of your ass and did the do with
your boy toy. How was it?"

Camila, rightfully, looks at her in outrage because how the fuck does she know.
 Dinah looks at her like she should know better. "Camila, I know
everything. Also, you should button up your shirt because purple is definitely not your
color."
Camila's eyes widen and she looks down at her collarbone, thinking up
a string of curses that Lauren will not hear the end of when she sees her later, but
she's met with a pristinely buttoned polo, and an even larger smirk from Dinah.
"You bitch."
Dinah flips her hair and drives towards the school smoothly.
"One of my many names."
Camila crosses her arms and legs stubbornly.
"Nothing happened."
Dinah nods, unconvinced. "And I'm bald."
Camila leans over and playfully yanks at the girl's blonde hair. "I knew
these weren't real."
Dinah smacks her hand and looks at her venomously.
"If you won't tell me the juicy deets, at least tell me if you enjoyed it
or not."
Camila looks ahead, the parking lot coming into view.
She sighs softly. "It was amazing."
Dinah hollers and fist pumps to herself. "I didn't think Mahone had it
in him."
Camila immediately stiffens when her boyfriend is brought up,
forgetting for a second that he was the one she was supposed to have slept with. Now
that it's all rushing back to her, she didn't take time to think about how dirty it would
all make her feel. Yeah, she was doing this for him, but she didn't realize just what
that might cost her.
Austin wasn't a bad guy, and the lack of sparks wasn't entirely his
fault. Camila was always so busy and she knows she could do more for their
relationship than she does.
She turns in her seat suddenly and looks so seriously at Dinah that it
wipes the grin off the younger girl's face.
"Dinah, promise me you won't tell anybody."
"What? Chanch—"
"Promise me."
Dinah nods slowly, realizing just how serious Camila was right then.
"Not a word."
Camila lets out a defeated sigh before hopping out of the car and
practically sprinting to her locker.
She didn't realize just how trapped she felt in that car under all her
guilt until she got out and took in some fresh air. She knew she told Lauren she
wouldn't tell anyone, and technically she didn't. Dinah thinks that she had sex with
Austin, and soon enough that will become the truth.
 She's lost in her thoughts, looking at the way that her converse carry
her to her destination, and she's so consumed that she doesn't see the person
walking in front of her, effectively bumping into them.
She looks up into familiar green eyes and she scowls, her guilt coming
back full force and reminding her of what they'd done.
She decides she can take most of her anger out on the girl,
considering she wasn't the only one that committed that filthy act. She spits out
words laced with venom when the girl tries to pathetically apologize, and as she walks
away she hears Lauren's friend shout the only word that's been able to describe her
lately.
She keeps her head down until lunch, daydreaming through all of her
classes. She sits at her usual lunch table and jumps in her seat when she feels a hand
on her lower back. Austin beams at her as he sits down and he goes to kiss her
cheek. She forces out a smile and he doesn't notice how strained it is, thankfully he is
not a very attentive boyfriend.

"Hello everyone, the queen has arrived." Dinah shouts as she places her tray across
from the couple. She looks at Austin and then winks at Camila, the smaller girl glaring
at her over her milk.
Austin and Dinah fall into comfortable conversation, Camila
participating every now and then. Suddenly she feels a warm hand on her thigh, and
before when she would panic, now she feels calm. Now she knows exactly what to do
with that hand, and she knows that Austin is just dying to go for it already.
The hand slowly inches up her thigh, and Camila's breathe hitches
when it settles right underneath the flap of her skirt. She's never let Austin get this
far before, especially not in the lunchroom. Before, he would always slowly inch his
way up her thigh, only to be stopped by Camila intertwining their fingers.
Now, Camila isn't scared, but she's bothered, and by what she doesn't
know. She sets it all aside as nerves, and pushes herself to believe that she's not
completely ready for him yet, that all she needs is more practice.
Practice does make perfect after all.
She lets him feel the smooth expanse of her thigh for another minute
before she excuses herself to the restroom, checking her watch and deciding to hide
away for the last fifteen minutes of lunch.
She walks into the bathroom near her next class and leans against the
sink, looking at herself in the mirror and thinking absolutely nothing. She always
needs breaks during the day to just look at her and remember that she looks this
young because she is this young, and no amount of responsibility at this age should
stop her from living like a young person should.
She forgets sometimes that she can't conquer the whole world.
One of the stalls opens abruptly and Lauren is there with her head of
black hair and confused eyes squinting down and trying to correctly button up her
jeans. Camila almost cracks a smile. Almost.
Instead, she cracks a joke.
"Forgot how jeans work?"
Lauren jumps in her spot, looking up at her with wide and startled
eyes.
"Holy shit, Camila." She says breathlessly, a hand coming up to rub at
her forehead.
Camila finds herself giggling at the unexpected reaction from the girl,
and it's the type of giggling she wishes she could stop. She is so entirely endeared by
what just happened that she just leans back against the sink and giggles.
Lauren goes to the sink next to her and grumbles under her breath as
she scrubs at her hands.
When Camila's giggles subside, she sighs happily and looks at Lauren
through her lashes, the taller girl wiping her hands on her jeans.
Somehow, the guilt and anger that she felt towards the girl earlier in
the day all dissipates when she allows herself to be in her presence. She didn't realize
just how calming Lauren is. She's so sturdy and sure of herself, and it's a relief that
she can still be true to herself despite everyone fighting against just that.
"Does it feel weird using the girl's bathroom?"
She didn't ask the question offensively, but she understands why
Lauren is offended.
"I'm a girl, why would I feel weird?"
"I didn't mean it like tha—"
"Look just because we had sex doesn't mean you know everything
about me now, okay?"
Camila huffs, her patience wearing thin. "It was an honest fucking
question, Lauren. Don't jump down my throat when I'm trying to understand
something I don't."

Lauren sighs and stands back on the wall facing the sink that Camila leans against.
"I'm not used to talking about this." She admits a bit above a whisper.

"Clearly."
Lauren glares at her before softening up again.
"I don't feel weird at all. It's just a part of my body that I didn't ask
for, and besides, what stops a person born anatomically male to identify as female?
Gender is a state of mind, not a physical state of being."
Camila hums thoughtfully, glad that Lauren elaborated as passionately
as she did. "I guess you're right."
A comfortable silence settles between them. Even without them
realizing it, the events that transpired yesterday have brought them closer. They
bared themselves fully to each other, and there's something about the connection
between them—that they both choose to explicitly ignore—that just fits.
There's something so right about them, even when they're dead set on
keeping everything filthy and wrong.
Their connection is so pure and they don't even know it yet.
"So you're gay, huh?" Camila pipes up awkwardly.
Lauren snorts. "I'm not gay."
Camila looks at her like she doesn't believe her. Lauren rolls her eyes.
"Labels are for losers."
"We're all losers."
Lauren looks at her ridiculously. "What are you then?"
Camila looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. "Straight, obviously."
Lauren nods, unconvinced. "Yeah, yesterday made that real obvious."
Camila sobers up just as the bell rings.
She just had an actual and engaging conversation with Lauren.
She doesn't know if it excites her or scares her to no end.
She decides to act a little more terrified than she feels, knowing that
feeling anything else would only bring trouble.
She quickly walks out of the bathroom and completely wipes her mind
clean of this entire exchange.
She tries to pay attention in the last couple of classes considering she
paid absolutely no attention at the beginning of the day. When she gets to her
physics class, however, things take a turn.
She'd like to say that it was an unexpected turn, but she was in
control of most of it, so.
She walks into her class and spots Lauren in her seat, looking out the
window as she usually does, Camila's noticed. She sits in her chair and lets the bell
ring and the class start.
Thirty minutes into the class, she grabs Lauren's hand and places it
above her knee on her thigh. She does this all while keeping her eyes on the teacher,
and slightly nodding like she's understanding anything that the woman is saying.
She can feel Lauren burning holes through the side of her face and the
girl promptly leans in and whispers, "what are you doing?", before removing her
hand.
Camila literally stomps her foot, and she scoots her chair closer to
Lauren so that their knees are touching.
"Austin tried to get frisky today during lunch and I just want to feel
comfortable in those types of public situations." Camila whispers, her words rushed
out into a long and quick sentence.
Lauren rolls her eyes. "Austin should respect you and not try anything
when he knows you're not ready."
"He's just a boy, Lauren."
"And you're a girl, Camila. Gender has nothing to do with respect."
The teacher looks at them scoldingly as she continues her lecture and
Camila has the decency to look apologetic. Camila glares at Lauren for being a bit too
stern and loud with her words, and Lauren just rolls her eyes again.
"Austin respects me." Camila says softly.
"Who are you trying to convince?"
Brown meets green and Camila immediately feels conflicted. Austin
has always tried things with her, and he never pushes when she tells him to stop, but
he doesn't stop trying regardless. Now that Camila thinks about it, she's a little irked.
Why couldn't Austin just patiently wait until she gave him the all clear before he could
give it another go?
Lauren looks at the way that Camila zones out, the wheels clearly
turning in her head and about to fry her damn brain.
She hesitantly places her hand on Camila's knee and caresses the
protruding bone. Camila is a work of art, and Lauren wants to trace every edge of
her.
If she's doing all of this, she might as well do it right.
She scratches along the girl's thigh, slowly grazing the goosebumps
that rise on the girl's skin. She watches Camila slowly climb out of her thoughts and
back into reality, biting on her lower lip sensually.
Lauren softly places a hand over her own crotch to try to keep herself
calm. Camila notices and places her hand over Lauren's.
When the black-haired girl reaches the edge of her underwear and
slips two fingers beneath to rub at her clit, Camila gasps and digs her nails into
Lauren's knuckles.
Lauren grimaces at the slight pain, but simply moves her hand to
intertwine their fingers, Camila squeezing her hand when she rubs over her just right.

The taller girl looks over and tries to find those doe-brown eyes that
hold so much emotion, but instead she finds that Camila has her eyes closed, and her
heart almost beats out of her chest when she hears their teacher speak up.
"Ms. Cabello, are you sleeping in my class?"
Camila's eyes snap open, and Lauren slowly slips out from underneath
her skirt, not wanting any sudden movements to bring attention to their laps.
"Uh—no ma'am." Camila stutters out, her cheeks visibly darkening
under the teacher's scolding gaze.
The teacher continues with her lecture after that, Camila stewing in
her embarrassment for about two minutes before she feels Lauren squeezing the
hand that was still over her crotch.
She looks over to the girl and finds her mouth slightly open, eyes
tightly shut, crinkling around the edges. She was silently laughing, and there was a
tear starting to make its way down her face.
 "Oh my god." Lauren whispers before breaking into her silent laughter
once more.
Camila cracks a smile, her nervous heart still hammering in her chest.
She lets out slight giggles and feels relieved when the bell rings signaling the end of
the school day.
Lauren gathers her things slowly, sitting in her chair for a minute.
"You good?" Camila asks as she gets the strap of her bag on her
shoulder.
Lauren glances quickly down at her crotch, grinning when nothing
seemed out of place, and she nods.
"Good." Camila says as she blows her bangs out of her eyes, only to
have them fall back into them.
"We've got some business to finish."
Lauren looks down at the tiny girl walking beside her and can't help
but feel giddy knowing about what they were going to do soon.

She knows she told herself that she wasn't going to look too deep into this, but it still
feels nice to let herself feel all the physical side effects of being an active teenager.
She is still growing after all, and she's glad she doesn't have to experience all these
emotions for the first time when everyone around her has more likely than not
already experienced it once, if not more than once.
Camila is also unbelievably adorable, and there's something so thrilling
for Lauren every time she thinks about the fact that she knows a part of Camila that
nobody else does. She has a part of Camila that nobody else does, solely because
Camila gave it to her.
Every time she looks at the smaller girl she can safely say that there
was something special between them, however brief, and however ignored.
The drive to Camila's house is silent, like always. Their silence is never
awkward, but it's always tense. Lauren feels her foot heavier on the gas, wanting
desperately to arrive to Camila's house to finish what they started.
When they got to her house they both climbed the stairs slowly,
Lauren trailing behind Camila and leaning against the doorframe when she got to it,
observing the way that the younger girl grabs the band around her wrist and throws
her hair up into a messy bun.
Lauren notices that habit of hers. She's always putting her hair up
when she's in a place she feels comfortable, like she wants to get all the hair out of
her face so that she can feel every bit of the familiar and peaceful air on the
previously guarded parts of her.
Camila beckons her over with a slight nod of the head, and then she's
standing in front of the smaller girl in the middle of her room. There are hands
immediately on her belt, unbuckling the clasp and unbuttoning her jeans.
Lauren hesitantly places her hands over Camila's. "The second time
isn't any easier." She says shakily, knowing that she could expose a bit more of
herself in these rare moments of softness between them.
Camila looks up at her. "It's supposed to be hard."
Lauren traces over her smirk and realizes the meaning behind her
words, and she lets the laughter out. Camila laughs with her, carelessly hunching
forward in joy.
"Jesus." Lauren breathes out.
"C'mere." Lauren steps towards Camila, the girl taking off her own
shirt and skirt to make Lauren more comfortable—distracted is more like it— before
returning her hands to the top of Lauren's jeans.
She grabs Lauren's hand after thinking it over for a moment and
places it softly on her breast, squeezing it to let Lauren know that it's okay.
Camila moans softly when Lauren rubs over her increasingly hardening
nipple, and by the time she has Lauren's pants and underwear off she knows she's
ready for her, just by the way that Lauren has been building her up.
The green-eyed girl has a way with her hands, she'll give her that.
She pushes Lauren so that she steps back slowly, the back of her
knees hitting the bed and sending her on her back. Camila climbs over her and
straddles her thighs. She reaches her left hand to hold onto Lauren's shaft, pumping
up and down slowly as she searches through her drawer with her right hand.
Lauren lets out a low, guttural moan that almost sends Camila over
the edge without even being touched yet, and when she finally locates the condom
her fingers have been absently searching for, she almost lets out a shout of relief.
She rips the packet open with her teeth and makes sure everything is good and safe
before she rolls it onto Lauren—her sensitive head being grazed by Camila's small
hands making her moan softly.

It's music to Camila's ears, but she'd deny it if you asked her.
Lauren sits up suddenly—Camila was having a rather good time
watching her hair sprawled out on her mattress and the girl trying to keep her green
eyes open—and starts kissing Camila's neck, biting down on that particular spot
beneath Camila's ear that drives the smaller girl crazy.
Camila whimpers softly, lowering her head instinctively and cupping
her hands behind Lauren's neck, almost hanging onto her for support.
Lauren grabs herself and runs her head through Camila's folds, kissing
her way down Camila's neck and taking a nipple into her mouth. Right when she bites
down on the pink nipple, Camila gasps, and she finds the opportunity to slip into the
girl so that she feels as comfortable as possible.
Camila groans when she sits down on Lauren completely, taking most
of the pressure off her knees and sighing shakily.
"Give me a second."
Lauren nods against her, her nose grazing her collarbone as she
exhales through her kisses.
"Take your time."
Camila rests her forehead on Lauren's shoulder, the green-eyed girl's
hands trailing up and down her back soothingly. She grazes her palms under Camila's
ass and brings them up the girl's back to her hair, lacing her fingers through the
strands and massaging the girls scalp softly.
Camila feels really emotional in that moment, and she knows she
shouldn't. But with the way that Lauren is treating her—like she's the girl's
everything—is overwhelming. She didn't think Lauren would be so gentle and
understanding with her, and it actually makes her so much more grateful that she is,
because she has honestly always been so terrified of sex. Everyone sees it as such an
important aspect of relationships and she just never has. She thought it was
important, sure, but never something crucial to her happiness. With the way that
Lauren was holding her and comforting her, though, she's beginning to understand
what's so special about having sex with the right person.
Halt.
What is she even thinking?
This is all for Austin. Her boyfriend. The boy who loves her and will
probably treat her better than even Lauren.
She'll keep letting herself think that, knowing that the truth is too
much for her to handle at the moment.
She starts to move slowly, back and forth on Lauren's lap, the girl's
green eyes opening to take in what's happening.
Camila has her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her bottom lip
captured between her teeth, and her nails firmly planted in the skin of Lauren's
shoulders.
Even in such a compromising position, Camila still needs to
concentrate on the task at hand. Once a Cabello, always a Cabello.
Lauren let herself look at the girl lovingly for about a quarter of a
second before she sobers up and prods at the girl's bun, taking the band out of its
place and putting it on her own wrist, her fingers going behind Camila's back to grab
at the tips. She wraps them around her fingers and pulls gently as she sensually
rocks into the girl above her.
Camila moans softly and lets her head fall back a bit when Lauren
pulls on her hair again, her thighs squeezing around Lauren's sides when the green-
eyed girl lets her free hand wander to her clit.
In a couple of minutes, Camila's breaths become uneven, and the girl
opens her mouth hesitantly, her eyes barely visible under her heavy eyelids.
"Lauren." She gasps out.

"Let go, Camz." Lauren says breathlessly, and that's exactly what the girl above her
does.
 She feels just how tight Camila becomes as she reaches her peak, and
Lauren lets go with her, pursing her lips together to keep from screaming out. There's
something about the combination of having Camila sitting on top of her, having her
thighs quivering as they clamp down around her waist, and hearing Camila cry out
her name that make this orgasm even better than yesterday's.
Lauren was floating on cloud nine and Camila was giving her wings the
strength to stay there.
Camila moans above her and rests her head on Lauren's shoulder
again, riding her orgasm out slowly.
"Jesus." she exhales.
"I'm Lauren, actually."
Camila looks down at her with glazed eyes and just stares.
"I'm trying to roll my eyes but I don't have it in me." She says after
staring hardcore at Lauren for the better half of a minute.
Lauren chuckles at that and misses Camila's tight, wet warmth when
she slowly stands to grab her robe and flop down onto the bed. Lauren disposes of
the condom like usual and puts her pants back on, sitting on the edge of the girl's
bed.
She turns to address Camila, but she finds the girl sleeping soundly in
her fluffy robe. She cracks a grin and tucks the girl in, leaving and shutting the girl's
door softly to not wake her.
Lauren really takes in Camila's house as she goes down the stairs,
looking at all of Camila's pictures on the walls and watching how the tiny brunette
grew up to be such an amazing person.
Well, as amazing as she lets others see.
Lauren knows that there's more to the tiny girl than she lets on.
There's a tenderness to Camila, a gentle wave of emotion that just demands to be
felt. Lauren's seen her at her most vulnerable, and now she understands why people
like to be so cold and distant. It's so easy to be tough and to act careless. It's so
much easier to go through life knowing that you didn't hurt because you didn't let
anyone in. But where's the fun in that? All the fun in heartbreak and disastrous
relationships comes from experiencing the person fully, and how can one know
ultimate happiness if they have not known ultimate pain?
Lauren knows—by the way her smile crinkles so softly around the
edges of her lips—that she is completely and utterly fucked, in more ways than one.
She knows that Camila is worming her way into her heart, she just
doesn't know yet if she'll let the girl all the way through, or stop her halfway when
she gets too scared to let the girl continue.
Who is she kidding? Camila doesn't even know that she's having this
effect on Lauren, and she would most definitely call this whole ordeal off if she ever
found out what Lauren was—unwillingly—feeling.
Lauren decides to stop fighting the feeling she first registered
yesterday. She won't fight it, but she will most definitely hide it.
Her heart is under lock and key, and she just tossed her key into the
lake.
She hopes bitterly that Camila can swim.
-
The next day at school, Lauren is treated to an earful.
"Where the hell were you last night?"
She turns to see Camila, standing in all her tiny glory, wearing high-
waisted jeans, an unbelievably tight crop top, and an angry scowl.
Lauren looks at her quizzically. "Uh—what?"
"You left me yesterday and I woke up flipped the fuck out." She
exclaims.

Lauren slams her locker shut, already on her last nerve because she has barely
gotten any sleep these past few days.
"I'm sorry your majesty was I supposed to stay and babysit?"
Camila stomps after her. "You could've let me know instead of leaving
me there like some slut you fucked and ditched."
Lauren turns around and Camila has to stop herself from crashing into
the girl.
"You are a slut! You're using me and then ditching me for your idiot
boyfriend. I'm not your keeper, Camila. You said so yourself, I fuck you and leave you
alone. Now leave me alone."
She regrets the words right when they leave her mouth, but she's
been on edge all week and this was just the tipping point. She couldn't stop the
stream of words, and looking at Camila's glossy eyes harden and the way she whips
around and out of sight, well it makes Lauren feel like the shittiest person in the
world.
It's entirely Camila's fault that Lauren's feeling all these feelings and
not being able to sleep because Camila in all her short-skirt and crop-top glory is
galloping through her fucking thoughts in the wee hours of the damn night.
During lunch, she decides to get the altercation off her chest.
She's sitting across from Normani when she speaks up.
"I called Camila a slut today."
Normani looks at her with wide eyes. "Wow, you hate that word.
What'd she do that was so bad?"
"I know—I just, I've been on edge lately, I guess. She was just being
annoying like usual and I snapped."
Normani looks at her sympathetically.
"As much as it pains me to say this, Lo, you should apologize."
Lauren looks across the cafeteria to find Camila absentmindedly
poking at her lunch.
 "I know, but she won't take it well."
Normani snorts. "She would probably get even more upset, but hey,
that's just Camila. What's a girl to do right?"
"She seemed pretty mad." Lauren said softly, wondering why that
struck such a chord with the girl.
"She's the biggest prude alive. I overheard her and Dinah talking
about how scared she was to have sex and how she was considering breaking up with
Austin because he wanted to get down so badly."
Normani turns around in her seat to glance at Camila and her
boyfriend, noticing how the boy is all over her and she just lets it happen.
"She either finally let him have it, or is building up the courage to
dump his whiny ass. She's too good for him." She whips her blue hair around and
glares at Lauren. "But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll kill you."
Lauren chuckles, but can't shake what Normani said to her.
"When'd you overhear them talking?"
She waves her hand around uninterestedly. "Sometime last week.
Hey, have you tried this fried chicken? The lunch ladies are really stepping it up,
damn."
Lauren lets the conversation go as to not arouse suspicion with her
friend, but she knows she has to talk to Camila later when she sees her.
She's walking the hall during history after lunch, trying to get to the
bathroom, when she feels a hand yank her into the supply closet and her vision is
engulfed in black.
"What the fuck." She says under her breath, her eyes adjusting to the
dim lighting and focusing on the tiny brunette in front of her.
Camila's hands are quickly unbuckling her belt, her jeans unzipped
and yanked down to her knees.

Lauren immediately cups herself and backs away, completely confused by this turn of
events, swearing that Camila was beyond upset with her just hours earlier.
"Camila, what the fuck are you doing?"
Camila looks at her impatiently. "I'm a slut, remember?"
She pushes Lauren's hand out of the way and gets on her knees,
opening her mouth and making Lauren swallow her moan at the unusually hot image
because she knows she can't let the girl do this right now, not while she's still hurt.
She turns around and Camila gets a face full of ass.
"What the fuck." She exclaims.
"Shut up." Lauren whispers heatedly as she tries to calm the other girl
down so they don't get fucking caught.
She grips her jeans and underwear and pulls them back up, leaving
them disheveled as she turns around to grab Camila and yank her up.
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said before. Calling someone a slut
isn't cool and you're definitely not a slut. I was mad and I lashed out and I'm sorry."
She's holding Camila by the shoulders sternly, maintaining contact and
trying to convey everything she can't with her eyes.
Camila nods softly, lowering her eyes. She's a bit ashamed of her
actions, but with all these waves of guilt crashing onto her and making a beach out of
her, Lauren of all people calling her out on her shit really hurt her for some reason.
Camila steps back to lean against the wall of the closet next to a
couple brooms and buckets.
Lauren looks at her and sighs. "Can I ask you something?"
Camila shrugs, suddenly realizing how embarrassing she just acted.
"Why were you so afraid of sex before?"
Camila whips her head up to look at her.
"Who told you I was afraid of sex?"
"My friend overheard a conversation you had last week and—"
Camila steps forward suddenly, effectively cutting her off. "Why do
you think that's any of your business? We just fuck, Lauren. We have no special
connection."
Okay, that's clearly a touchy subject, Lauren thinks.
"Jesus Christ, I was just wondering."
"Well don't." Camila snaps, grabbing onto the door's handle before
turning to look at her one more time. "And don't bother waiting for me today, I have
debate."
She walks out of the supply closet and slams the door behind her,
letting Lauren stand in the dark with more questions than she previously had.
Camila clearly still has a problem with sex if she's so adamant on
avoiding even talking about the matter. Lauren can't have sex with the girl knowing
that she's even a little uncomfortable with it, so she decides that she won't have sex
with the girl anymore, as surprisingly painful as it is a decision to make.
She straightens herself out, buckling her belt and running a hand
through her hair before stepping out of the supply closet herself, looking up and down
the hallway and spotting no one, Camila long gone.
She didn't even get to use the bathroom.
She walks to class slowly. Not noticing a pair of very curious and very
confused eyes following her down the hall.
Dinah really should've seen this coming. She's always had a sneaking
suspicion about Camila's incessant poking and prodding at Lauren. She doesn't blame
her best friend, Lauren is smoking hot and easily the chillest person she's ever met.
They've talked a couple times, all in class, all in passing, but the girl
seems like she really has her shit together—or she's doing a good job of making it
seem like it.
Honestly, she knows about how tipsy Camila and Austin's relationship
is at this point. She knows that Camila jumped into the situation way faster than she
should've, but she doesn't blame the girl for wanting to be wanted. As a teenage girl
herself, she can understand that much.
Dinah knows that Camila's feelings for Lauren run a little deeper than
just surface-level hatred, even if Camila will never admit it. By what she's seen,
Camila looked pretty pissed walking out of that supply closet. The fact that they were
in there together is raising some red flags.
Dinah nods to herself. She knows what she has to do to make her best
friend happy. She's going to do all she can to get them together and on good terms.
She's friends with Normani, and although she knows that the darker girl is less than
pleased with Camila as a whole, she knows that with a little bit of convincing she can
get her right on board with her plan.
Austin is a good kid, don't get her wrong, but he just can't make her
Mila happy anymore, and she's not going to stand around and watch him continue to
pressure her to have sex with her, even if she did already give in once.
Dinah just wants what's best for Camila. If you ask her, she's being an
amazing best friend.
Normani, however, does not agree.
"You want what?" She exclaims as they get ready for volleyball
practice after school.
Dinah sighs at Normani's outraged expressions. "Camila and Lauren
totally have that weird tension thing going, and I just want Camila to be happy. I
think everybody wants her to be happy so that she can finally chill."
Normani hums distractedly as she ties her shoes. "You got that right."
She mumbles.
Dinah stares at her and waits impatiently for the girl to speak her
mind on the matter she just presented. Normani looks up and rolls her eyes.
"How do you know if Lauren even feels the same way?"
Dinah scoffs and tilts her head incredulously. Normani chuckles.
"Okay, I see your point, but maybe Lauren is just too sweet for her own good. I don't
think that she's secretly harboring feelings for your very small but very evil best
friend."
"Well, let's put that theory to the test then. Just for kicks?"
"I'm not pairing Lauren the she-devil just for kicks, Dinah."
The Tongan rolls her eyes. "That's not what I meant. Let's just be
clear about their feelings before we dismiss it for good. What do you say?"
Normani looks at her evenly and sighs. "Fine."
Dinah hollers. "Awesome! You and Lauren are officially invited to my
house on Friday for the best party of your lives."
"You better hope it is." Normani grumbles.
tres.

It's been two days since Camila has so much as looked at Lauren, and the green-eyed
girl can't help but be bothered by it. All she did was ask the girl a question; she
honestly doesn't see what the big deal is.
It's Friday now and yesterday Normani told her to keep the day open
for her because they have shit to do after school, whatever that means.
In physics, Camila doesn't even glance in her direction. The smaller
girl is really making it easy for Lauren to keep her promise to herself. She's not
having sex with the other girl again; hell she's not even talking to her.
After school she takes a nap that lasts a bit too long because she
wakes up with Normani standing over her and an unforgiving migraine.
"Girl, you were supposed to be ready when I got here." Her friend
exclaims, making her groan into her pillow. Normani grabs the cup of water on her
bedside table and pours it on Lauren before running out of the room, shouting. "Be
ready in ten minutes. Love you!"
Lauren lies still, not believing that that truly just happened. She gets
ready slowly, just to spite her blue-haired friend.
Twenty minutes later, when she walks out of her room in her usual
jean and t-shirt combo, Normani is glaring at her. She smiles sweetly before walking
past her and out the door.
Normani follows and gets in the car to direct them, and soon they
arrive at Dinah's house, the party already in full force considering they are an hour
late. Fashionably late, of course.
They walk in and are immediately assaulted by the strong stench of
weed and teenage activity, the living room the designated dance floor, and the
kitchen being booze central.
From behind Lauren, Normani throws a wink over to Dinah, who's
directly down the hall with Camila. The Tongan smirks and drags Camila over to the
kitchen, Normani doing the same with Lauren.
Normani tugs on Lauren's hand. "Can you get me a drink? I just
spotted some eyes, and girl they were locked on me."
Lauren chuckles and nods before continuing into the kitchen, Normani
staying back and meeting with Dinah who just sent Camila to do the same thing for
her. Their plan isn't full-proof. It's a spur of the moment plan that they are moreso
praying will end up successful. Tonight, their prayers are answered. Lauren fills a red
cup with beer and turns around quickly, bumping into another body and spilling the
drink all over them.
"What the fuck." The familiar raspy voice exclaims.
Dinah and Normani raise their eyebrows from the corner of the
kitchen. "I can't believe that played out so well." Dinah said as she leans towards
Normani.
"Tell me about it." The blue-haired girl agrees.
"Holy shit, I'm so sorry." Lauren says quickly, staring down at the
smaller girl without really knowing what to do about the mess she just made. She
reaches forward but Camila steps back.
 "Don't touch me."
"Let me help you."
Camila glares at her and turns around to walk away, Lauren following
hot in her tracks.
Dinah and Normani hide behind two big football players, and they
peek out to see Lauren still following Camila up the stairs.
"Stop following me!" Camila exclaims as she stomps up the stairs,
barging into Dinah's room and going straight to the drawer where she knows Dinah
keeps the shirts she leaves after sleepovers.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" Lauren demands as she slams the
door shut behind her, her migraine catching up to her and making her blood boil a
little more than the situation calls for.

They always act like a bunch of pubescent teens fighting over the last fucking burrito
in the cafeteria. From an outsider's perspective they can only imagine how foolish
they seem.
"Why do you fucking care?" Camila says as she swipes her shirt off,
Lauren trailing her eyes down the girl's body before the brunette puts a t-shirt on
again.
"You're the one that's always fucking bothering me. Am I finally free
from your reign, your majesty?"
Normani and Dinah inch towards the door just in time to hear Lauren's
sarcastic question, and they look at each other silently, knowing that this is going to
escalate quickly. It always seems to with Camila and Lauren.
"Can you stop calling me that? I'm not fucking royalty." They hear
Camila's muffled exclamation through the door.
"So you act all high and mighty for fun?"
"Just like you act all idiotic and pathetic. Guess we both have our
hobbies."
Normani and Dinah raise their eyebrows at each other as Lauren
responds.
"How the fuck am I pathetic? You're the one scared of sex, not me."
Dinah grabs Normani by the forearm and inches away from her door.
"I don't think we should be listening to this. Maybe you were right about them."
Normani nods and follows, both girls thinking that Lauren and Camila
were ready to stab each other, without knowing that they stood about a foot apart
inside Dinah's room, looking at each other venomously, yet both of them feeling oddly
turned on by the other.
"I rode you three days ago, but yeah, I'm a prude." Camila spits out
bitterly.
The smaller girl pushes Lauren slightly and continues on her angry
rant. "Why are you even fucking complaining? I'm willingly sleeping with you and I
don't even know what you are."
That was the last straw for Lauren. Her migraine thumps aggressively
and she finds herself picking Camila up by the hips, sitting her ass roughly on top of
Dinah's empty desk and spreading the girl's legs. She reaches underneath the girl's
skirt and pulls down her underwear, getting on her knees and leaning forward to
attach her lips to Camila's clit.
Camila moans loudly, not expecting Lauren to touch her how she is,
especially after she insulted her so heavily. She regretted everything she said once
she said it, but Lauren gets her so caught up in every moment that she doesn't even
register what she says.
They've been regretting a whole lot of things they say to each other
lately.
When Lauren starts to suck, Camila lets her head fall back against the
wall, her mouth falling open and her hands coming up to push Lauren's face even
closer. The black-haired girl opens her mouth and swipes her tongue slowly against
her opening.
Camila feels desperate suddenly, like she wants everything Lauren has
to give her even if she can't handle it yet. She feels her skin crawl, and she brings
Lauren impossibly closer, dragging her nails down her scalp and down her neck,
Lauren getting in one last tug of her clit before she's yanked up by the collar of her
shirt to face a very overwhelmed Camila.
The smaller girl wastes no time unbuckling Lauren's belt and getting
her pants down to her knees. She focuses on Lauren's plump red lips glistening with
her own arousal and looking undeniably kissable. She watches the way that Lauren
sensually brings the back of her hand to her lips to wipe at the moisture.
Lauren, noticing Camila's entranced pause, decides to take action
herself. She grabs Camila and lays her down on Dinah's bed, climbing on top of her
and entering the girl beneath her when she lets out a breathless get in me.

Ever the demanding one.

She thrusts into Camila about three times before her eyes widen and
she pulls out quickly.
"I don't have a condom."
Camila rolls her eyes and sits up on her elbows, her nose grazing
Lauren's forehead as the black-haired girl looks between them hesitantly.
"Just pull out when you're close."
Lauren looks up at her like she's lost her mind. "And become another
statistic? No thanks."
Camila flops down on her back and groans. "You have like a twenty
five percent chance of being fertile. I'm good with those odds."
Lauren looks at her meaningfully. "How do you know that?"
Camila covers her eyes with her palms, trying to ignore the way that
her core pulsates with desire.
"I looked it up a few days ago."
Lauren feels her heart swell for the girl underneath her knowing that
she looked up—however selfishly—her condition. Camila willingly took time out of her
day to sit at a computer and look up what exactly it meant to be her.
Lauren smiles widely. "Does Dinah have condoms around?"
Camila takes her hands off her face and looks up at her. She crinkles
her eyebrows when she sees Lauren's smile.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
Lauren clears her throat and wipes her face clean of her smile.
"Nothing—uh, so does she?"
Camila pushes her shoulder back and flips them around. She places a
hand on Lauren's collarbone and rests all her weight on the girl, leaning over her to
grab her wallet from the bedside table. Lauren feels the way that every part of her
exposed body brushes up against Camila and she can't help but blush.
Camila unbuttons a clasp in her wallet and pulls out a condom.
Lauren wiggles her eyebrows at her. "Knew you were gonna get lucky
tonight?"
Austin doesn't cross Lauren's mind once—the fact that maybe Camila
was ready for the boy and was going to take advantage tonight is not the train of
thought she rode. She automatically assumed the condom was for her. She doesn't
know just how foolish the thought is, but she knows it's not good to start feeling
secure in the most insecure situation she's ever been in.
Camila chuckles and leans back on her heels, rolling the condom onto
Lauren once she gets it open.
"Shut up."
"Yes, your maje—"
"Don't." Camila interrupts as she lowers herself onto Lauren, finally
fulfilling the ache she wanted to.
"Jesus." The brunette exhales as she starts to rock on Lauren, the
green-eyed girl only being able to admire dazzlingly at the beautiful girl on top of her
biting her lip and getting herself off.
Camila whimpers softly and slides her hand down to her clit, rubbing
slowly. Lauren notices and quickly flips them over, Camila letting out a squeak when
she finds herself on her back, looking up into green eyes as Lauren pumps into her
softly. The brunette tries to bring her hand back up from her clit, but Lauren balances
herself on one forearm and interlaces their fingers above Camila's clit, her finger
taking over for Camila's and rubbing gently.
Camila closes her eyes when Lauren interlaces their fingers so
sensually and brings her so much closer to her peak. She reaches around Lauren with
her free hand without thinking and grabs onto Lauren's ass, pushing her as close as
possible.
She shudders when Lauren whispers into her ear, her warm breath leaving a trail of
chills down Camila's neck.
"I knew you had a thing for my ass."
Camila can hear the smirk in Lauren's voice, but instead of voicing her
distaste and usual irritation with the older girl, she lets out an embarrassingly loud
moan when she feels the pleasure building in her stomach.
Lauren lets out an embarrassing whine of her own when she hears just
how wet Camila is. She pushes deep into her and stays there, rubbing the girl's clit
slowly as she finds her release. Lauren makes sure that she doesn't reach her peak
before Camila does, thinking that it would be unfair of her if she did.
Camila shakily exhales her name against the side of her neck as she
comes down from her high, her eyes fluttering open softly and looking up at green.
Lauren starts to slowly pick herself up and off Camila but the smaller girl places her
hands on her shoulder blades and keeps her there.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. You're not a monster. If anything
I am." She says softly, focusing her eyes on the taller girl's collarbone peeking out
from her shirt. She finds it oddly attractive in that moment, how Lauren is so
effortlessly beautiful that she can continually pull off just wearing a t-shirt and jeans
day in and day out.
Lauren grins emotionally, relishing in the feeling of hearing a voice
other than her own reassure her of her normalcy, no matter how hard to believe she
finds it.
"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't ask you questions you're not comfortable
with."
There's a tenderness that surrounds them every time they're done
having sex. It's as if they just finished making love, but both girls would be avidly
against naming it that, considering you have to love the person you're with and they
definitely don't love each other.
(Not yet, anyway.)
Every previous frustration they had with each other—physical or
emotional—completely disappears in those moments, when they're limbs are heavy
and hearts warm.
Lauren, in a quick moment of recklessness, leans in to plant a soft kiss
on Camila's cheek, the brown-eyed girl looking at her in surprise.
"You're not any more of a monster than everyone else is. Don't forget
that."
With that said, Lauren goes to pick up her pants and underwear from
the middle of Dinah's room, tying and pocketing her used condom to dispose of it
later. Camila stays sprawled out on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and weighing
Lauren's words in her mind.
You're not any more of a monster than everyone else is.
 Sometimes Camila finds it so hard to believe that she's just a
seventeen year old girl starting her life. She lets herself get so carried away by
relationships and universities and parents and sex that she doesn't have any attention
to give to herself. She's always given so much of herself that she barely has anything
left to hold on to, and in hindsight isn't that what makes her so cold?
She's given all her warmth away and now she's an iceberg—the sea
she floats on is so lonely.
Lauren's been her sun for the past couple days, but especially the last
couple months, even though Camila wouldn't dare say it out loud. Picking on the
older girl has kept her from stepping over the edge more times than she can count.
The girl is always ready to snap back with a witty response, mean or
not. It's never uncalled for because Camila is the one who starts it all. Austin, bless
his soul, is as deep as a kiddy pool, and while it's nice at times to only have a surface
level relationship where she can portray only her perfections and be worshipped as
someone she's not, sometimes she wants that substance that makes her scream.

And boy does Lauren make her scream. In more ways than one.
Camila's always had one foot in the future, maybe she should take a
step back and live in the present. Why is it so hard for her to just be present and not
light years ahead?
Lauren is having a very different internal monologue going.
She's internally cursing herself for breaking the one rule Camila
established when they started this up. The smaller girl didn't seem to mind all that
much that her enemy just planted a wet one on her impossibly soft cheek, but Lauren
knows that it's just because she was still dazed from her orgasm.
She also broke the rule that she established for herself that she
wouldn't have sex with Camila, but amidst all the anger she completely disregarded
the fact that Camila was tentative about the very thing they did only a week ago.
She reasons that Camila wouldn't be doing something so serious if she
wasn't completely into it, especially considering that it's not even with someone she
has an established relationship with. And that's another thing, does she feel no guilt
over the fact that she's essentially cheating on Austin, even though she says it's all
for him?
Personally, Lauren can give less than zero shits about the boy, but she
doesn't want Camila's insides eating her alive because she's doing something that
feels so right.
Wait, what?
Camila sits up and grabs her underwear—in the heat of the moment
completely ignoring the fact that Lauren just bunched her skirt above her waist and
dove in. She slips it back on and jumps in place when the door to Dinah's room bursts
open.
"This isn't the party." The random guy drunkenly shouts, stumbling
into the room and almost crashing into Camila, but before he can hit the smaller girl
Lauren places herself in front of her without a second thought, holding the guy in
place as he leers over her shoulder at Camila.
"Watch it." Lauren spits out. Camila blushing as she watches the
black-haired girl's protective side seep through the cracks.
The guy looks at her with unfocused eyes. "Sorry dude, she's really
hot."
Lauren chuckles and turns the guy around, pushing him to walk out
the door as she walks behind him.
"That she is, buddy."
Lauren turns around when the guy stumbles down the hall by himself.
"I'll see you downstairs?"
Camila nods and watches as Lauren disappears behind the doorframe
of Dinah's door. She takes a handful of minutes to compose herself, tidy up her
appearance in Dinah's mirror, and straighten out the sheets of Dinah's bed, before
she goes downstairs to rejoin the party.
She finds Dinah filling up a cup in the kitchen. The Tongan girl looks
her up and down with a smirk.
"Getting groovy in my own home, the D has changed you, Chancho."
Camila chuckles and ignores the red tint she feels building on her
cheeks.
Dinah eases into meaningless conversation, but she keeps it in the
back of her mind that Camila is definitely hiding something.
Either she's gotten ridiculously good at masturbating—Dinah hopes
this to be false because if her best friend is masturbating during the middle of a killer
party then she really needs to reevaluate herself—or she's cheating on Austin because
Dinah just finished talking to him ten minutes ago and he was asking where Camila
was.
She knows something is up, and she's going to get to the bottom of it.

Normani is having a very similar revelation about her own best friend.

When she found Lauren walking around the house, her cheeks were red and her hair
slightly tousled, and she just knew that something went down. She acted completely
calm and didn't bring it up, but in her head she started to wonder who Lauren's
having all this sex with.
Is it different people? Is she just starting to hook up with strangers at
parties? Or is it the same person? And does she have some great connection with
them that she has decided not to share with Normani?
Whatever it is, she's getting to the bottom of it.
-
Monday morning comes slowly for Lauren, who didn't realise just how
badly she missed Camila until the smaller girl was standing a locker away,
rummaging through notebooks to find the one she wanted.
"Hey." She says curtly after shutting her locker.
Camila side-eyes her as she continues her search.
"Hello."
Over the weekend, Camila had done some evaluating.
If she wanted to start living in the present—which she desperately
wanted, the stress catching up to her is dragging her under way too soon for a girl
her age—she needs to start throwing things out of her life.
Her grades, obviously, have to remain the same, but she can surely
cut down on some extracurriculars while they haven't started up that much yet.
Debate is the only thing she's keeping, she needs some sort of outlet, after all.
She talked to her Spanish club teacher earlier that morning and told
her that she is going to kindly—and sadly—step down from her role as president,
claiming that she wants to focus solely on her grades and university essays. Ms.
Flores, as she suspected, understood.
Honestly, she already feels a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
She knows that she needs to break up with Austin next, and ignores
the looming threat of the consequences when she does pull through with it. Austin,
for one, is not going to be happy.
And then there's Lauren.
If she breaks up with her boyfriend then the sex that they're having
will all be for nothing, but Camila doesn't want to give it up. She wants to selfishly
cling to it. She knows she likes Lauren, she's positive about it, in fact; but she knows
that after over a year of basically harassing the girl, her feelings won't be returned.
Nobody has to know anyway, she can live in the moment, but she also
knows that their future is nonexistent. She's going to college somewhere far, and
Lauren is going elsewhere. Simple as that.
She might as well enjoy the sex while she still has it, right?
"I'll see you in class?" She says as she turns to walk away, her eyes
tracing the grin of Lauren's lips.
"Definitely."
-
At lunch, Camila blindsides Dinah.
"Where's Austin?" The Tongan asks around a mouthful of burger.
Camila's unpeeling her banana, her eyes never leaving it as she
responds.
"I broke up with him."
Dinah's eyes almost bug out of her head. "You did what?"
Camila shrugs, finally looking up at her friend, her eyes slowly sliding
over her shoulder to fall on familiar black hair across the cafeteria.
"It just wasn't working out." She says as she takes a bite out of her
favorite fruit.
Dinah leaves her mouth slightly open as she tries to process this new
information.

"You just broke up with him? Just like that?"

Camila sighs and looks her straight in the eyes. Dinah feels oddly
proud of her. She looks so determined and light, the usual stressed crinkle of her
eyebrow no longer invading her face.
"I wasn't happy Dinah, you and I both know that. I'm not gonna stay
on his hook just because it was the cleanest one in the shop." Her eyes land on
Lauren again. "Maybe a little rust will do me good this time around."
Dinah smiles and holds out her fist, Camila slowly pounding it.
"It's about damn time, Chancho."
And sure, this is raising a lot of red flags for Dinah. Camila doesn't
make drastic decisions like this, she calculates and worries. Dinah is suspicious as
hell, but if her friend is one step closer to happiness, then so be it.
-
In physics, Camila decides to be bold.
She leans over towards Lauren. "Can we go to your place after school?
My mom's gonna be home today." She whispers.
A white lie never hurt anybody.
Lauren looks at her. The only reason she didn't want Camila over in
the first place was because she knew she was just being used by the smaller girl, and
her room was her one space to be herself. She's shed a lot of tears in that room and
dealt with a lot of painful thoughts. She doesn't share her room with just anyone.
But she knows what she feels for Camila, even though it's never going
to be returned. What's the harm in opening herself up a bit to the girl? She knows
that nothing will come of it anyway.
"Sure. Nobody will be home for a couple hours."
Camila smirks and nods her head.
After school they walk silently to Lauren's car, not noticing the way
that their best friends kept their eyes on them from across the lot.
"Are they leaving together?" Normani asks, astonished as she watches
Camila climb into the passenger seat of Lauren's car.
"If we didn't have volleyball practice we would totally be following
them right now." Dinah says as she gets her gear from her trunk.
"I feel a cold coming on the next time we see them. I think coach
would understand."
Dinah smirks at her with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I like the way you think, Hamilton."
-
Lauren parks in the driveway of her home and she wrings her hands
together over her lap. Camila steps out of her car and she follows suit nervously.
She unlocks her front door and lets Camila walk in, closing the door
behind her before pointing down the hall to their left.
"My room's down there. Last door on the left."
Camila starts down the hall but turns around halfway through. "Are
you coming?"
She looks so devastatingly beautiful in that moment. Her hair is pulled
up into a high ponytail, her bangs falling over the sides of her face, a long grey
cardigan, and a soft white t-shirt over light-washed, high-waisted jeans.
Camila is truly the most breathtaking girl Lauren has ever seen.
"Uh—yeah, I'll be there in a second."
Camila nods and walks into her room.
Okay, Lauren thinks, there's absolutely nothing to be worried about;
we've seen each other naked and this is no different.

She honestly doesn't understand why she's so nervous.

She slowly walks towards her room after setting her bag by the front
door, and she finds Camila sitting on the middle of her bed. She looks incredibly small
with the way that she crossed her legs under her and is looking over every inch of
Lauren's room in awe.
"Your room is incredible." Camila says breathlessly.
Her eyes trace over all the quotes taped to the walls, all the lights that
weave through each of them and illuminate them softly, and the scribbles under each
of the quotes in Lauren's own handwriting.
Camila stands to read something in particular that caught her
attention.
In-between printed-out quotes and just under the lining of a strand of
lights, in Lauren's elegant handwriting, laid the words that changed Camila's view of
her life.
You're not any more of a monster than everyone else is.
Camila's breath hitches, and she turns to Lauren with wide and glossy
eyes. Lauren looks at her bashfully, the tips of her ears tinted red.
"Uh—that helps me get through a lot. I know I'm not normal, but it's
nice to remember that nobody else is either."
Camila nods softly, biting her bottom lip and contemplating coming
clean. She pushes Lauren until the back of her knees hit her bed and she's sitting on
the edge of it, Camila in between her spread legs.
"I broke up with Austin today."
Lauren looks disappointed immediately, and Camila feels endeared
when the green-eyed girl lowers her head and lets out a soft oh.
"I broke up with him because of you." Camila adds after a second of
silence. Lauren looks up at her with questioning eyes.
 "Why me?"
Camila lowers herself onto her knees to look the girl directly in the
eyes.
"What you said to me made me realize that I was living ahead of
myself. I wasn't happy with Austin, and breaking up with him felt so good. I want you
to feel as good as I do." Camila says innocently.
Lauren looks into her doe eyes and almost groans at the visual of the
gorgeous girl's mouth so close to her crotch.
The smaller girl reaches for the button of her jeans and Lauren grabs
her hand.
"You don't have to. I know it's not the best feeling in the world."
Camila rolls her eyes and gets Lauren's jeans and underwear down to
her knees with one quick yank. Lauren looks at her surprisingly, her eyebrows raised
and cheeks on fire. Camila stifles a giggle at her adorable blush.
Camila reaches to stroke the girl and Lauren speaks up after she
swallows her moan.
"I've always thought blowjobs to be demeaning, Camz. Really, you
don't have to do this."
Camila ignores the way her heart flutters at the nickname and looks
Lauren right in the eye.
"I am a very empowered woman, Lauren. Now please, let me suck
your dick."
Well, she wasn't going to argue with that.
Camila wraps her lips around her head and she lets her moan out this
time. Her hands immediately react and cup the back of Camila's head gently, not
wanting to give the girl more than she could take. The girl releases her head with a
pop and licks along her length. Lauren looks at Camila working between her legs and
lets out an embarrassing whimper.

Camila stops what she's doing and lifts her head to look up at her with a quirked
eyebrow and a smug smirk on her face.
"You okay there?"
Lauren rolls her eyes and tugs on Camila's neck, signaling for her to
continue. Camila's smirk widens before she takes all of Lauren into her mouth and oh.

Lauren definitely knows that she isn't going to last much longer, and
right when Camila sucks on her head again her door bursts open and in walks her
mother Clara, her calm features becoming shocked when she sees the back of a girl
she's never met in between her daughter's thighs.
Camila quickly stops what she's doing and freezes in place, looking up
at Lauren's terrified eyes as she covers herself.
Her mom lets out an oh my god I'm sorry before promptly shutting the
door back up.
Lauren stares at the door, her face ready to burst into flames, and she
covers her eyes with her hands as she flops back onto her bed.
Camila remains on her knees and keeps her eyes trained on Lauren's
hard arousal.
"Did that really just happen?" Camila mutters under her breath.
"Oh my god." Lauren groans out.
She honestly doesn't know how badly she's going to get grounded,
considering she's never been in a situation like this before.
She sits up quickly and lifts her jeans and underwear back in place,
tears springing to her eyes when she touches her hardness and tries to find a
comfortable placement in her pants, not being used to adjusting herself when she's
quite as aroused as she is.
She gasps under her breath and Camila stands up, pulling Lauren up
with her and lowering her pants again slightly.
"Camila, I can't I—" Lauren groans when Camila strokes her, the
smaller girl standing behind her and wrapping her arm around the taller girl's
midsection to keep her in place.
"Finish, Lo." Camila whispers into Lauren's neck, the taller girl coming
undone and sending bursts of arousal onto her floor. The brown-eyed girl lifts her
eyebrows as she watches Lauren come undone, biting her bottom lip when she hears
Lauren's low moans.
As Lauren composes herself, Camila swipes some tissues from the
desk and wipes the floor clean, throwing them into the trash bin beside the girl's desk
when she was done.
Lauren finally finds herself comfortable enough to tuck herself into her
pants, and she glances over at Camila who's looking at her tentatively from the other
side of the room.
"I'm sorry I couldn't return the favor."
Camila shakes her head softly. "It's not a favor, Lauren. I wanted to
do that."
Lauren lets out a shaky breath. "I apologize in advance for my mom.
I—uh—I don't know what she's gonna say."
She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly and Camila chuckles at how
out-of-place the girl looks right now.
They step out into the living room and Lauren's mother is on the
couch, watching the TV on mute, and when she turns around on the couch her eyes
land on Camila.
"Oh my—you're so beautiful." She says, looking at the smaller girl like
she's in awe of her.
"Mom." Lauren exclaims bashfully, surprised by the first words out of
her mother's mouth.
 Clara looks over at Lauren's red face and waves a hand in her
direction. She turns to Camila and engulfs her in a hug. Camila's eyes widen and she
returns the hug awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I just—I'm glad that you accept Lauren for who she is. That was always
such a big fear of mine. Our family loves her to bits and I prayed every night that
she'd find someone so open-minded. What's your name, sweetheart?"
Camila, with her eyes still wide, responds. "Uh—I'm Camila."
"Thank you, Camila." Clara says softly, wiping a tear that escapes
from her eye.
"Jesus Christ." Lauren mumbles under her breath before stepping in
between her mother and Camila and gently backing up so that they can escape
through the front door.
She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. "I'm taking Camila home. Bye,
mom." She says quickly as she grabs her keys from the key hook and lightly shoves
Camila out the door.
They sit in silence the whole ten minute ride to Camila's house, and
when Lauren is parked in the girl's driveway, she finally speaks up.
"Did my mom just cry tears of joy because you were giving me a
blowjob?"
"Did you mom just thank me for giving you a blowjob?"
Lauren leans her head against the headrest and releases a sigh. Did all
of that really just happen?
She turns her head slightly to look at Camila, the smaller girl biting
her lip as she zones out.
"I'm sorry about Austin."
"Honestly?" Camila turns her head to meet Lauren's eyes. She shrugs
like she has no cares in the world.
"I'm not."
"Does this mean you want to stop," Lauren signals between them,
"this."
Camila shakes her head and coyly bites her lip, gathering her bag
from between her feet and unlocking the door, putting two feet on the ground before
turning around to give Lauren one last and lingering glance.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Lo. I'll make sure we don't get caught again."
With that, she shuts the door and walks up to her home, swaying her
hips sensually and leaving Lauren with her mouth open slightly in surprise. She
breaks into an award winning smile as she watches Camila safely walk into her house.

The drive back home is filled with excitement. If Camila is willing to

continue sleeping with her despite the initial reason being completely nonexistent
now, that must mean that the smaller girl likes her more than she lets on. She
doesn't let herself get carried away completely, because she knows there's such a
thing as pure lust, and while she doesn't feel solely that for the other girl, she doesn't
know the extent of Camila's feelings.
Lust is poisonous, and she needs to figure Camila out before she
drinks enough to get herself killed.
Her mom is waiting for her in the kitchen when she gets home. She's
cooking pasta, and she leans against the counter when Lauren walks through the
door.
"So, Camila, huh?" Clara says with a smirk.
Lauren chuckles bashfully. "It's nothing."
Clara raises her eyebrows. "Nothing? Why didn't you tell me you had a
girlfriend?"
Lauren rubs at her neck awkwardly. "Uh—she's not my girlfriend."
Her mother takes a few steps towards her and smacks her on the back
of the head lightly.
"Lauren Michelle, I've taught you better!"
"Mom!"
"I know, I know. You're a teen, I get that, but she's coming over for
dinner and that's final."
"What?" Lauren exclaims.
Clara raises a lone finger and it shuts Lauren right up.
"If my daughter is going to be blown by a beautiful young lady with no
strings attached, then I deserve to see if she's good enough for you."
Lauren buries her face in her hands. "Mom." She groans.
Her mother looks at her suddenly, narrowing her eyes. "Have you two
had sex?"
Lauren swallows her fear and nerves, turning her head toward the
front of the house, feigning as if someone had called her name.
"Coming!" She shouts to absolutely no one in particular, rushing out of
the kitchen and down the hall to her room.
"There's no one else here!" Clara whines.
She turns to stir the pasta and shouts at Lauren. "You better be using
protection, young lady!"
"Mom." Lauren shouts back, dragging out the o and shutting her door
quickly.
She leans against her door and bangs her head back on it.
She bites back a smile.
All things considered, that could've gone a whole lot worse.
cuatro.

The next day they don't get caught, but things take an unusual turn.
The school day is relatively uneventful—the most interesting part of
Camila's day was when she looked at Lauren and realized that she had on a flannel, a
difference from her usual t-shirt and jean combo.
(Lauren looked irresistible. Camila's a big fan of the flannel look on
her, not that she'd ever admit it.)
When they get to Camila's house after school, they get right to it.
Lauren's been inside of her for a few minutes now, working her magic
like she usually does, nice and slow and comfortable. Camila scratches her nails down
Lauren's back roughly when the girl hits a particular spot inside her that she's never
reached before.
"Watch out, Freddy Krueger." Lauren chuckles into her neck.
Camila, with her eyes closed in pure bliss, crinkles her eyebrows.
"Who's that?" She asks.
Lauren stops suddenly, and Camila groans.
"What?"
 Camila looks up at the girl with irritation in her gaze. "What the fuck,
Lauren."
The green-eyed girl goes to sit up, but Camila is not having any of
that, so she grabs onto Lauren's shaft tightly and makes sure she doesn't slip out of
her.
Lauren hisses. "Ow, what the hell?"
Camila closes her eyes in impatience. "Why did you stop?" She says
through gritted teeth.
"How do you not know who Freddy Krueger is?" Lauren asks
disbelievingly as she puts her weight on her forearms.
Their noses brush against each other as Camila replies. "Are you
kidding me right now?"
The brunette can't even relish in the close proximity to Lauren
because of her increasing frustration with the girl.
"A nightmare on Elm Street?"
Camila wiggles down and pushes Lauren's shaft deeper inside her,
slowly moving her hips against the girl above her.
"What is that?" Camila says breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed
again as she works herself on Lauren's arousal.
"It's only, like, the best horror movie of all time." Lauren says
excitedly, smiling down at the beautiful girl beneath her.
Camila moans softly. "What's it about?" She asks as her arms snake
around Lauren's neck, clinging onto the girl as she feels her stomach turning
pleasurably.
She opens her eyes briefly and grins dreamily at what she sees.
Lauren has her eyes wide open, slowly–finally—moving against Camila, and the vein
of her neck pulsates deliciously as she speaks about the horror movie that she's
strangely passionate about.
"So basically it's about this guy that haunts the dreams of the children
of the people that burned him to death—"
"Sexy." Camila mutters.
"—and the thing is that the kids can't fall asleep because then Freddy
kills them, but—"
"Lo." Camila moans, stopping the black-haired girl in the middle of her
rambling.
The brunette opens her eyes right before she comes undone, cupping
the back of Lauren's neck and bringing her face closer so that her forehead rests
gently on Camila's.
Through hooded eyelids, Camila maintains eye contact with Lauren,
the other girl biting her lower lip as she watches and feels Camila orgasm.

It's never been this intimate before, and Lauren loves every second of it.
 When she slides out of Camila, she's still incredibly hard, all the talk of
her favorite horror movie completely distracting her from the task at hand. It's never
been about her, though. At least, that's not how she sees it. She always wants to put
Camila first, and as long as the brunette is satisfied, then Lauren's happy.
The green-eyed girl sits on the edge of Camila's bed and picks up her
pants from the floor, sliding her underwear up her legs and gently covering her
arousal with it. She puts her head in her hands for a second to think unsatisfying
thoughts.
After a minute, when she's sufficiently calmed down, Camila speaks
up.
"I'm sorry." She says with a hint of shame in her voice.
"It's not your fault." Lauren chuckles bashfully.
Camila looks incredibly vulnerable in this moment, with her eyes
downcast and cheeks flaming.
"Was it that bad?"
Lauren sits up immediately and kneels in front of the girl that has her
knees insecurely tucked underneath her body, sitting up on her bed with nothing on.
"Hey, it's never bad. You're amazing, but you just got me thinking
about something that doesn't exactly scream a good time."
Camila still looks doubtful, so Lauren let's a vulgar secret out.
"Sometimes I get hard when I see you at school and I ask to go to the
bathroom so I can compose myself."
Camila finally looks up at her with mirth in her eyes and she lets out a
snort. "Are you serious?"
"I swear. You're the only one who can get me going, Cabello."
The smaller girl pushes at her shoulder and she feels relieved that the
bomb has been diffused.
"But seriously, you've never seen a nightmare on Elm Street?"
Camila's stood up from the bed and put her underwear back on at this
point, and she surprises Lauren by grabbing the flannel she took off and putting it on
herself, only leaving the very top unbuttoned.
Lauren's not lying when she says that Camila wearing her clothes is
the most attractive thing she's ever seen.
Camila sits next to her on the bed and shakes her head. "Can't say
that I have."
Lauren, without thinking, bursts out. "Want to watch it?"
When Camila looks at her surprisingly she realizes what she just said.
"I mean, only if you want to. You don't have to, I'm—"
Camila places a hand on her thigh and chuckles. "Is it on Netflix?"
Lauren looks like a fish out of water with her mouth open and eyes
wide, but she quickly composes herself. "Uh—probably."
"I love Netflix."
 Camila stands to grab her laptop and she positions herself at the foot
of her bed, her carpet providing enough support to allow her to comfortably sit on her
floor. Lauren gets the message and sits beside her, the brunette's laptop in between
them on their thighs.
Lauren is used to being pressed up against Camila, but not as
innocently as she is now. She's relishing in this moment really.
"You have time for Netflix?"
Camila rolls her eyes and lets Lauren type in the name of the movie.
"School doesn't take up all of my time. I still have a life."

Lauren chuckles. "Whatever you say."

The movie starts and they sit in silence, enjoying each other and
enjoying the film. When the gruesome man makes his first appearance, Lauren
cheers.
"That's Freddy!"
Camila blanches, and she looks at Lauren entirely unimpressed.
"That's who you thought of while you were inside me?"
Lauren nods like it's no big deal.
Camila pauses on an especially unflattering picture of Freddy and
glares at Lauren.
"This is who I reminded you of?"
Lauren rolls her eyes. "It's because of his claws okay? You like to
scratch and it was the first thing that came to mind. He's a fugly shit and you're
obviously not."
Camila blushes. "Obviously?"
Lauren holds eye contact confidently. "Obviously."
Camila clears her throat and plays the movie, sliding closer to Lauren
without the older girl realizing.
During a particularly disturbing part, Camila blindly reaches for
Lauren's hand, and the green-eyed girl—entirely distracted by the totally awesome
bloody scenes—intertwines their fingers without giving it a second thought.
Camila, however, gives it many thoughts.
She allows herself to really take in how soft Lauren's skin is, how
much sturdier her hand is compared to Camila's own, and Camila blushes at how well
they fit together.
Lauren's hands were elegant, and they made Camila feel like a piece
of art to be treasured.
Lauren leans in towards the smaller girl without taking her eyes off the
screen. "This is my favorite part."
Camila blushes a darker hue at the close proximity, the tip of her ear
now brushing softly against Lauren's cheek, and she trains her eyes on the way the
boy's bed swallows him up before sending out his body as liquid.
 Camila scrunches her nose in disgust. "That is so gross."
"It was so well made though."
Lauren's looking at her now, almost teasingly—she honestly doesn't
know where all this damn courage is coming from.
Camila turns to her and gasps when their noses touch and she looks
into Lauren's enticing eyes.
They're exceptionally blue right now, and Camila seriously can't look
away.
"Should I be worried about how much you love his death?" Camila
says huskily, her eyes close to drooping shut as she feels Lauren's breath hitting her
lips.
Lauren keeps her gaze trained on Camila's plump and soft lips,
desperate to kiss them. She nudges Camila's nose with her own and murmurs softly.
"Catch me on local ten news wanted for mattress murder."
Camila giggles softly and leans in impossibly closer, her top lip barely
grazing Lauren's bottom one before she jumps up at the unexpected chiming of a
cellphone.
Lauren jumps up too and reaches behind her to grab at her phone.
"Hello?"
"I need you to come look after Taylor while I go to the grocery store."
Camila hears Lauren's mom explain loudly over the phone. She giggles at Lauren's
eye roll.
"She's fourteen, mom. She can look after herself."
Camila turns her attention back to the movie and actually cracks up
when she notices just how bad one of the effects was—the ragdoll being pulled
comically through the door.

"Is that Camila? Is that why you don't want to come home?"
"Mom. We're watching a movie."
"Sure honey, if that's what you kids are calling it nowadays. Be home
in twenty minutes. Love you!"
Lauren covers her eyes with a hand and opens her mouth to clarify but
hears the call go silent.
"Jesus Christ." She mutters under her breath.
Camila hides her laugh for Lauren's flustered sake.
"You should probably go."
Lauren nods reluctantly. "At least we got to finish the movie. Wasn't it
great?"
"Wonderful." Camila quips sarcastically.
Lauren gets up and slides on her shoes, Camila following her down the
stairs to her front door.
The black-haired girl turns around as her hand grips the knob.
 She looks down at Camila nervously. "My mom wants you to come
around for dinner."
Camila looks surprised. "Really? Why?"
Lauren shrugs. "Kind of like a thank you for being so nice to me? She
wants to see if, and I quote, the girl that is blowing her daughter with no strings
attached is good enough for her."
"Another thank you for sucking her daughter's dick?"
Camila pauses for a second before furrowing her eyebrows and
focusing distractedly on her wooden floor. "That's really a sentence I never thought
I'd say."
Lauren chuckles. "Do you want to come?"
"Of course! It'd look bad on me if I said no."
"You care what she thinks of you?"
Camila shrugs. "Yeah, I mean she can't think the girl blowing her
daughter is a bitch, after all."
Lauren grins and ducks her head to hide it.
"Is tomorrow good?"
"That's fine."
Lauren nods and unlocks the door, taking a step outside before being
stopped by Camila's voice.
"Wait, your shirt—"
"Keep it."
Camila continues unbuttoning it as she talks.
"But it looks good on you."
Lauren stops the girl's hands, her knuckles grazing under Camila's
breast.
"Trust me, it looks better on you."
With that, Lauren leaves Camila a blushing mess by her front door,
watching her car drive down the road with red ears and a hammering heart.
She allows herself to think back to the kiss that almost happened and
it hits her like a ton of bricks just how badly she wanted it to happen.
Camila's feeling things for Lauren she didn't think she ever would. She
barely even knows the girl and yet they are spending their time so intimately with
each other. She vows to get to know Lauren better, to at least figure out if she's
wasting her time by putting her heart in the wrong place.
She hopes she's not.
-
The next day—while they are given free time to figure out a physics
lab that is proving to be almost impossible—Camila raises a very good question.

"Wanna come to my place after school? We have a handful of hours to kill before
dinner." Her eyebrows are raised innocently, and if Lauren didn't know any better
she'd think she was being invited over for tea and scones.
Lauren lowers her voice so nobody can overhear them, subtlety sliding
a hand along Camila's waist and relishing in the girl's tiny squeak.
"You want to get in a quickie before officially meeting my family?
Risky."
"You have to take risks to get ahead in life."
Lauren raises her hands like she absolutely isn't complaining. Let's be
real, she isn't.
When the bell rings they walk to Lauren's car quickly, always
pressured by the looming presence of time.
"Look, they're leaving again." Normani says under her breath as Dinah
grabs their bags from her trunk, her eyes following her best friend across the lot.
"We have our first game tomorrow. We can't miss this practice." Dinah
says disappointedly.
Normani nods but casts a glance over to Lauren before following Dinah
into the school. "Do you think we should just flat-out ask them what the hell is going
on?"
Dinah snorts. "And get a flat-out lie? Hard pass. Besides, following
them would be so much more fun."
Normani hums to herself as they make their way into the locker room.
"You're probably right."
Dinah swipes off her shirt with a smirk.
"Oh honey, I'm always right."
-
Lauren has been rubbing at Camila's clit for two minutes now and
Camila's really had enough of it.
"Can you please take off your pants now?"
Lauren frowns at her playfully. "Patience, babe."
Camila blushes at the term of endearment, and she moans despite her
protests.
"What exactly am I being patient for?"
Even though Lauren is touching her exceptionally well Camila can't
help but still want more. Having all of Lauren sexually has become her favorite past
time, and while she also wants all of Lauren emotionally, she is not passing up any
opportunity to be with her physically.
Lauren rubs against her a little quicker, building her up suddenly
before plunging a sole finger into her.
Camila's orgasm comes suddenly. She's gripping Lauren's forearm and
arching her back off her bed, letting out a string of curses and ignoring how sexy she
found Lauren's current raspy chuckling.
"One down, two to go." Lauren says with a giddy grin.
She hooks her fingers around the collar of her shirt and lifts it off her,
standing to remove her pants as well.
She sits on Camila's bed in her boxers and Camila doesn't think her
hearts ever swelled this way before as she watches the girl who was once made
uncomfortable by a single graze now sitting unashamedly in front of her. The fact that
Lauren trusts her now just warms her heart into mush.
Lauren pats the spot next to her and the brunette finds herself sitting
next to green eyes and a smirk.
"So I'm a challenge now?"
Lauren leans in close, and right when Camila thinks she's going to
actually kiss her lips, she moves down to her neck and starts sucking at her pulse
point.
Lauren hums into her neck and Camila can feel her smugness creeping
through her skin.
"When did you get so confident?" She asks breathlessly, tilting her
head to grant Lauren more access to her aching body.

Lauren breathes out her response as she unclapses Camila's bra and flings it behind
her shoulder.
"When the most beautiful girl in the world started actually paying
attention to me."
Camila blushes heavily at that, and to play it off—surprise,
surprise—she cracks a joke.
"She sounds like a real keeper."
Lauren kneels in front of Camila suddenly, gripping her underwear and
sliding it down her impossibly long legs.
She inches Camila's thighs apart and looks up at her through her
lashes.
"She really is." She says huskily before leaning in to swipe at Camila's
clit, making the girl moan at the pleasure.
She grips Lauren's black locks and tugs her closer, surprised by how
close she already was, her previous orgasm still leaving tingles down her spine.
Lauren licks at her wetness and sucks on her clit roughly. She slows
down for a second when she senses how close Camila is by the way she digs her nails
into her scalp. She chooses to flatten out her tongue and drag it from side to side,
imitating the way she rubbed at Camila's clit earlier with her fingers.
Camila comes with a quiver of her legs and a tightening of her thighs
around Lauren's pretty little face, not that the green-eyed girl was complaining.
Camila opens her eyes when she gets her breathing back to normal
and she stands up in front of Lauren, who was now standing herself and looking down
at her with a self-satisfied smile.
Camila impatiently yanks at Lauren's boxers and watches them pool
around the girl's ankles. She grabs Lauren's arousal and strokes it twice before
turning the girl around and pushing her onto her bed, straddling her quickly and
moaning when her wet folds rub against a familiar hardness.
"Impatience isn't very becoming."
Camila rolls her eyes before grabbing Lauren and sinking down onto
her, hissing out a response through teeth clenched together in ecstasy.
"As long as I'm coming I don't care how I be."
Lauren wants to throw her head back and laugh at Camila's
statement—the smaller girl swears that Dinah's rubbing off on her—but she sobers up
when she realizes they forgot the condom. Again.
They really can't start making a habit out of this.
She stops Camila and lifts her off before she can protest. She
rummages through Camila's drawer and finds an empty condom box.
She shakes it and looks at Camila with furrowed brows. "This is a pack
of, like, twenty. How can you already be out?"
Camila groans into her hands as she slinks back onto her bed, her
body jumping once in exasperation. Her clit is pounding so heavily right now she
swears she's a walking rave at this point.
Lauren has that effect on her.
"I've had that box for a while because my mom always wanted me to
be better off safe than sorry. When I told Dinah she got really excited and we used at
least half of them as water balloons."
Lauren looks intrigued for a moment and leans against the bedside
table as if she isn't sporting a fucking boner right now, as if she didn't just leave
Camila throbbing.
"Wow, how effective were they?"
"We could barely get water in them because of the natural lube, like,
they were slippery—Lauren, are we really having this conversation right now? Can we
please continue?"

Lauren shakes her head with finality before slipping her underwear back on, willing
her body to calm down.
"We can't take any chances."
Camila sighs dramatically and picks up the first shirt she spots on the
floor—coincidentally enough it's Lauren's. The shirt's sleeves engulf the girl's thin
arms cutely, and it falls over her butt when she manages to slide her skinny jeans on.

"We're going to the store." Camila says as she grabs Lauren's keys
and tosses them to her.
Lauren catches them and looks at her oddly.
"Right now? Seriously?"
Lauren grabs her pants and a school hoodie that Camila throws in her
direction and she looks at the tiny girl waiting impatiently by her door, glaring at
Lauren who stands pathetically in her bra and boxers holding a shit ton of clothing
and grappling onto her keys like they hold the damn answers to life.
"Seriously. I am so fucking horny right now and I am not waiting
twenty four hours to solve a problem with a very currently accessible solution."
Lauren looks at Camila as she slides on her jeans and she can't help
but feel exceptionally attracted to the girl wearing her shirt and pulling it off way
better than she can.
Camila throws her hair into a bun when they get into the car and she
bobs her leg incessantly as they wait at a red light.
Lauren eyes her wearily.
"Jesus. My underwear is soaked through right now it is so
uncomfortable."
Lauren clears her throat at the unexpectedly sexy statement. "Sorry?"
Camila gives her an unimpressed glance.
"You're lucky you don't get wet."
Lauren turns into the parking lot of the twenty four hour pharmacy.
"I get wet-ish. And being hard isn't much better. It hurts sometimes."
Camila gets out of the car when she parks and walks beside her
through the entrance.
"Well my clit hurts like a bitch right now. Fair enough?"
Lauren nods with her lips squeezed shut, realizing that messing right
now with Camila would be the wrong thing to do. "Fair enough."
A horny Camila is just like a hungry Camila. Not happy until satisfied.
When Camila grabs a box of condoms similar to the one she had and
she throws it down onto the counter in front of a smirking teenage boy, Lauren pales
at the way that he quickly flicks his eyes between them with confusion, the girl
assuming the absolute worst.
"Good day?" He asks smugly, eyeing Camila.
"Better than yours." She responds icily, handing him the money and
waiting for her change.
Lauren speaks up nervously to clarify.
"These are for us, separately—because we have stuff to do with
our—uh—penis-men."
She cringes at herself and blushes at the guys raised eyebrows.
"As opposed to vagina-men?" The guy asks with a snicker.
"Some men have vaginas and some women have penises. Deal with
it." Camila says before snatching up her change and condoms, dragging Lauren out of
the pharmacy and to her car.
When they buckle up inside, Lauren explodes.
"Way to be fucking obvious back there."
"What are you talking about?"
"Some men have vaginas and some women have penises." She mocks in a high-
pitched voice. "That couldn't have made our situation any more obvious."
Camila narrows her eyes at Lauren.
"Are you kidding me? That guy couldn't tell an asshole from a hole in
the wall. He definitely didn't catch my apparently subtle way of exposing your balls to
the world, Lauren."
"Next time just write 'born wrong' on my forehead to save us all the
trouble."
Camila softens up at that. "Don't say that. You weren't born wrong."
Lauren squeezes her hands on the steering wheel and avoids eye
contact, choosing to keep her eyes completely on the road.
"Easy for you to say. You were born right."
"Everybody is born wrong, Lo. We need to live to figure out how to be
right, how to make ourselves right. You're just another person struggling to find
themselves. You're just like me, and don't think for a second you're any different than
anybody else just because of how you were born. Your circumstances don't define
you."
"Yes they do." Lauren mutters weakly, parking in Camila's driveway.
"No, Lauren. You define you."
The green-eyed girl sighs as she turns off the engine. She looks into
Camila's eyes for the first time during the short car ride and she catches the sincerity
behind them. She wonders how she got so lucky to meet someone as accepting as
Camila, knowing damn sure the majority were not as amazing.
"It's just hard sometimes."
"It's supposed to be."
Lauren lowers her head. "Thank you."
Camila smiles genuinely and unlocks her door slowly. "C'mon, let's
change so we can go to your place. You can complete the trifecta later." With a wink
she steps out of the car and Lauren follows her to her front door.
When Camila opens her door she is met with her mother emerging
from the kitchen. She panics and gives the box of condoms to Lauren without entirely
explaining why and she smiles tightly when her mother greets her, glancing at her
actions suspiciously.
"Hola, mija. Where were you?"
"Why are you home early?" Camila asks, completely ignoring her
mom's question.
Her mother eyes Lauren who is looking at her over Camila's shoulder
as they stand in the foyer. Lauren quickly averts her eyes and wishes she could
vanish from this awkward situation. The box of condoms in her hands feeling like a
bag of bricks, and she's still figuring out how to hide it.
"I finished all my work for today. Who's this?"
"This is my friend Lauren. We have physics together."
 "Nice to meet you, Lauren. Are you staying for dinner?"
Camila speaks up quickly and takes a step back against Lauren,
prompting the girl to take a step back as well.
"Actually we were gonna eat dinner at her place. Speaking of which,
we're going to be late. Love you, mami!"
She pushes Lauren out of the door and closes it behind her, jumping
into Lauren's car before the older girl can even process what happened.
While they are driving to Lauren's house Camila gets a text on her
phone.
Are you making water balloons again or using them for their actual
purpose this time?
I don't know what you're talking about?
I'm old mija but I'm not blind yet
Can we talk about this later?
I will not forget!
I will not remember!
Camila groans and spares a glance towards Lauren who has been
silent the whole ride.
"I'm sorry about that."
Lauren shrugs. "Are you going to tell her about me?"
"Would that be okay?"
Lauren looks so small suddenly and it breaks Camila's heart to see
such a beautiful person so torn about themselves.
"Would she be okay with it?"
Camila places a reassuring hand on the girl's thigh.
"My mom is the most understanding person you'll ever meet. You have
nothing to worry about."
Lauren nods wearily and sighs. She turns off the engine when she
reaches her home and gives Camila a nervous look.
"Let's get this show on the road."
cinco.

After changing into decent clothing—Camila having to borrow one of Taylor's dresses
that Lauren took without asking—they were summoned to the dinner table where
they now sat nervously fidgeting under the extremely friendly gazes of Lauren's
parents.
"So, Camila," Clara starts, "how did you and Lauren meet?"
Lauren rolls her eyes but continues to keep her head low, fidgeting
with her napkin as she eats some rice.
"We have physics together. She's my lab partner."
"I've known about Camila since freshman year, though." Lauren says
mindlessly.
"Oh?" Clara raises her eyebrows.
Lauren moves around a piece of broccoli on her plate and keeps her
gaze fixed on it. "I mean, everyone knew who she was. The smartest and prettiest
girl in the whole school."
 Camila scoffs. "I was not."
Lauren looks at her skeptically. "Remember Ally?"
"No?"
"She was a senior when we were freshman. She told me that a bunch
of the senior girls hated you because all the guys wanted you."
"Please." Camila mutters, her cheeks burning. "That's not true."
Lauren shrugs. "Believe what you want."
Clara and Mike keep their eyes on the exchange with warm smiles on
their faces, so happy to see Lauren being playful and sweet to a girl that reciprocated
whatever feelings they may have for each other. Chris and Taylor roll their eyes,
rightfully disgusted by their sister's flirting.
They eat in comfortable silence for another few minutes. Clara would
ask the occasional question and that would lead to other topics. Camila became less
and less nervous with every second, immediately charmed by each and every
Jauregui family member.
Then the metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan.
"So how did you guys become fuck buddies?" Chris asks suddenly
after being silent the entire dinner. He almost made it, he really did.
"Chris!" Clara says in horror.
Lauren almost spits water across the table at Taylor who looks more
than pleased at the current exchange.
"You told him?"
Clara doesn't even look apologetic. "It's a big deal, honey."
Lauren slams her elbows on the table and slumps her head into her
hands. Camila's face couldn't possibly get more red than it is at that very moment.
It's a disconcerting feeling to physically not be able to look anyone in the eye right
then without feeling like bursting into flames.
"Can we please be excused?" Lauren asks meekly.
Her dad laughs from his belly. "Yes, we've tortured you enough."
They have never walked away from a table so fast in their lives.
"Keep the door open!" They hear Clara shout from the living room,
which just produces snickers from the family—all of them obviously overjoyed by the
fact that Lauren is happy and healthy and loved, even though they don't really know
what's happening between the two girls.
Lauren closes her door anyway, just to spite them.
"I'm so sorry about them. They don't know how to interact with
people. I've never had someone over for dinner like this."
Camila eyes her weirdly. "Not even Normani?"
Lauren sits beside her on her bed.
"She's been here a few times but I prefer hanging out at her house
because she has a nice TV, and also her grandmother is precious and loves me."
Lauren says with a grin.
"Does she know about you?"
"Nobody knows. I never really wanted to tell anyone."
Camila hangs her head for a second in utter shame. When she first
found out about Lauren she had used it against her for completely selfish reasons. To
be frank, she felt disgusted with herself.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch about it. I didn't consider how hard it
was for you."
Lauren shrugs at this point and stands for no reason other than to
have something to do. She decides to fold the clothes she's had laying around for a
few days now.
"You've helped me with it more than anyone so I should really be
thanking you. And you don't know what I'm feeling but that's the point, I guess. I
don't want you to know what I'm feeling." She has her back to Camila now,
mindlessly fiddling with a pair of boxers and damning the fact that they are her norm.

She feels a pair of arms around her suddenly and her breath catches
in her throat. Camila is—albeit awkwardly, from lack of familiarity she
supposes—hugging her, her arms wrapped around Lauren's waist and her forehead
snuggled between her shoulder blades.
Lauren lets herself gradually melt into the smaller girl behind her, not
really realizing the severity of this moment.
She's falling for this girl she once couldn't stand.
Crazy how life works sometimes.
Camila mumbles something into her back that she doesn't catch.
"What?"
"Dinah's senior night for volleyball is on Monday. I know you're going
for Normani, but I was wondering if you'd want to sit together."
"Really?" Lauren asks in a more surprised tone than she intended.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
Lauren turns around in the embrace, leaving Camila with her fingers
loosely gripping Lauren's hips.
"No, I just—I didn't think you'd be okay with that."
"With what?"
"Being seen with me in public."
Camila furrows her eyebrows. "I've been seen with you in public
plenty of times."
"Yeah, but not like, in a friendly way."
"I've willingly gotten into your car in the middle of the parking lot all
week."
"Yeah, but—ugh, nevermind."
Camila grips her hips firmly and tugs her an inch closer.
 "No, tell me." She looks up into green and tries not to get lost.
"It's nothing. I just thought that this was a secret, or something."
Lauren has her hands awkwardly fidgeting between them. Camila's
looking at her with such an intensity that it's burning her blood. She wants so badly
to kiss her and she just knows that Camila would let her. She relishes in the
anticipation while trying not to let her nerves get the best of her.
"This?" Camila husks, flicking her gaze briefly to Lauren's tongue as it
darts out to lick at her chapped lips. At this point their noses are close to grazing.
Their hearts are about ready to burst.
"Us."
Lauren leans in closer, dying to finally close the gap between them,
but of course, there's a knock at the door.
"Open door, ladies!" Clara shouts playfully, opening the door slightly
for emphasis before disappearing back to the pits of hell where she no doubt
appeared from.

Camila had jumped back in surprise, looking toward the door in embarrassment, but
Lauren was fucking done playing games. This isn't a movie where every interruption
completely throws cold water on her raging heart, this is real fucking life, and her
heart is still raging for the girl in front of her and she knows Camila feels it too.
She grabs Camila by the hips and the brunette turns to look at her
quickly.
She must have gotten the memo by looking into Lauren's passionate
eyes, because she wraps her arms around Lauren's neck and leans in closer.
They meet halfway in a sort of romantic frenzy. Romantic because the
chills that Camila gets when Lauren wraps her lips around her bottom one were
entirely unparalleled to anything she has ever felt before, and frenzy because Lauren
has never really kissed someone and she's trying to take it slow even though her
heart is beating so damn fast.
There's no doubt about it at this point. There's something about them
that works. It's completely undeniable.
Their lips make a soft noise when they part, and Lauren tilts her head
to the right this time to experience Camila from a different angle. Camila follows her
movements and cups the back of her neck with her hands, bringing Lauren closer and
smiling into the kiss, letting the bliss of it all wash over her.
The kiss ends naturally, Lauren resting her forehead against Camila's
with their eyes still closed.
Even though their day had been a mess of mothers and awkwardness
and frustration, they couldn't be more grateful for the way things played out.
Sometimes all you can do is observe the chaos in silence and wait
your turn to wreak some havoc.
-
 After Lauren had dropped Camila off at her house—without a kiss
goodbye because even though it was magical it was also fucking nerve-
wracking—they finally exchanged numbers.
If you asked them it was long overdue.
Their weekend looked a little bit like this.
Saturday:
my momma said she liked u
I am glad I can live for another day of blowjobs.
she asked me if i liked them
OMG. What did you say!?
i ran tf out of the room why would i answer tht
Now she probably thinks I give horrible blowjobs. Please go find your
mother and tell her my skills are phenomenal.
why don't u tell her urself
Get her on the phone. I am going to tell her that these lips don't lie
and that your dick game is too bomb.
pls DON'T i was JK
CAMILA STOP CALLING ME
Sunday:
Did you know that polar bears are the animals filled with the most
regret?
wht
Bears love to live alongside the fishies, but they need to eat them to
survive. How depressing is that?
r u always like this
Like what?
filled with useless facts
!! No fact is useless !!
i forgot i was talking to ms.top ten percent
I like to read! Sue me!

so do i
What do you like to read?
romeo romeo where art thou
You're kidding. Shakespeare?
nah he's too emo for me
i like emerson.. what a guy
I pegged you as the Edgar Allan Poe type.
ed rox my socks just as hard
On Monday, Camila and Lauren act like they've been best friends for
ages. It's like they had totally forgotten that they used to grind on each other's
nerves.
 If anybody thought it was weird or out of place, they didn't say shit
about it.
When they were eating with their respective best friends during lunch,
however, shit was definitely said.
"So are you and Camila a thing now?" Normani asks after silently
staring at Lauren for the first five minutes of lunch as the girl attacked an apple.
"What?"
"I mean, you guys are all buddy buddy now. What happened there?"
"Uh, I don't know what you want me to say?"
Normani takes the apple out of Lauren's hand and glares at the girl.
"You don't talk to me anymore." She says softly. "What's changed?"
Lauren sighs. She has been pretty secretive lately. She's just afraid
that if she was to spill and gush about Camila then Normani will eventually ask about
how it all started and she really didn't know how to work around that yet.
She can imagine the conversation now:
"Camila was being a parasite like always and she touched my crotch
and boy was she surprised when she felt a penis in my pants! Then she proceeded to
blackmail me and now we fuck almost every day. Oh, and I think I'm in love with
her."
"You have a dick?"
"Yup. It's a rager."
"Gross. Never talk to me again."
"Gotcha."
She did not want that to happen. Ever.
She will tell Normani the basics though, because even though she's
been sort of neglecting her lately, Lauren knows Normani has a super pure heart.
"We kissed on Friday."
Normani's eyes widen impossibly. "What?"
Lauren chuckles nervously. "I think I love her."
"What?"
"Yup."
"Are you guys together?"
"No. I don't think she sees me that way."
"Did she kiss you back?"
"Well yeah, but I feel like it's more of a lust thing than a love thing."
"Lust? Have you guys done more than kiss?"
Lauren focuses her gaze elsewhere, and really, that's all the answer
Normani needs.
"Oh. My. God!"
"You can't tell anyone, okay?"
"I honestly would not even know where to begin."
"Can I have my apple back now?"
 Normani holds up her index finger. "One last question."
Lauren sighs. "What?"

"How is the debate queen in bed?"

Green eyes glare at her.
"Fine, geez. Tough crowd."
Across the cafeteria, Dinah and Camila were having a somewhat
similar conversation.
"You did what?"
Camila looks around in a panic. "Can you please keep your voice
down?"
"You did what?" Dinah repeats in an outraged whisper.
"We kissed."
Dinah seems to have stretched herself across the table in surprise.
She throws her head back for a moment before returning to the land of the normal.
"Was it a kiss. Or was it just a kiss?"
Spoke too soon.
"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Camila asks while folding
her pizza in half.
"Like, did your toes curl? Was it a 'Notebook' moment? Or was it a
mediocre lip rub that in your opinion lasted way too long. Two-out-of-ten-stars type
of kiss?"
"She's definitely my Noah."
Dinah's eyes bug out of her head. "That good?"
"I really, really like her. But I don't know how she feels so, can we
drop it?"
"What do you mean you don't know how she feels? And why the hell
are you being so calm about this, Chancho? You just said Lauren is your Noah. That's
a big fucking deal! Is she going to build you a house? Can she build me one too?"
Camila finishes her pizza and instantly misses it.
"Lauren isn't building houses for anyone, okay? I think it's just a lust
thing for her."
"Hold up. You had sex with her? She was your first?"
"You thought I had sex with Austin? Okay." Camila snorts.
Dinah stares off into the distance suddenly.
"It all makes sense now."
"Sure."
"You have to tell her."
"Tell her what?"
"That you love her."
"Woah. I never said that I loved her."
It was Dinah's turn to snort incredulously. "Whatever. You have to
figure out if she feels the same way."
"And risk ruining what we have? Or making an ass out of myself? No
thanks."
Dinah sighs in defeat. She sees right through Camila's nonchalant
mask. She can see the way her best friend truly feels about Lauren no matter how
hard she tries to conceal it. She knows because she's never seen Camila as happy as
she's been in the past few weeks. She's been carefree and relaxed and funny, and if
there's one thing Dinah missed about Camila it was her dorky humor. Everything
remotely fun sort of died off after they got to high school and the impending wrath of
life was constantly looming over them.
She'll get to the bottom of it. Meddling is the Hansen way, after all.
-
After school, Normani and Dinah were changing into their uniforms in
the locker room and throwing each other secretive looks as the girls on their team
talked aimlessly about kicking ass.
"One of their girls is six feet tall."
"We are still gonna kick ass though."
Needless to say, their teammates were pumped.

After they all left, the two girls stayed behind to plot.
"Do you know?" Normani asks mysteriously.
"Do you know?"
"Oh, I know."
"So you were also told that tomorrow won't be taco Tuesday?" Dinah
receives a smack in the arm that makes her cackle.
"I'm kidding, Mani. So, Camila and Lauren."
Normani clicks her tongue. "Lauren and Camila."
"They are so in love."
"It literally hurts."
Normani and Dinah sigh dreamily. When their eyes meet they know
what they have to do.
"Lauren said that it's just lust. Is she blind?"
"Camila said the same thing! And oh please, I can feel Lauren's eyes
playing a love-struck harp from across the cafeteria. Trust me, she's in deep."
Little did they know just how deep she's into Camila.
Said girl is sitting on the bleachers in the gym by herself, waiting
patiently for her green-eyed whatever to make an appearance.
When Lauren does step into the gym, she's followed closely by
someone Camila has seen many times in the halls, but never someone she has seen
interacting with Lauren.
Tori Kelly is the bane of Camila Cabello's existence.
Where Camila stood in the senior class at number four, Tori sat
comfortably at number three, shining her perfect teeth and flipping her perfect hair.
Where Camila was captain of the debate team, Tori was captain of the soccer team.
Camila couldn't kick a ball to save her life, or run at all if she's being honest.
Camila has—honest to all Gods—tried so hard to hate the girl, but Tori
is literally an angel sent from the heavens to most probably one day save the world
from mass destruction. She is so sweet.
It makes Camila sick.
She narrows her eyes at the blonde as she shares a genuine laugh
with Lauren, who waves a dorky goodbye and walks up to Camila—the girl her eyes
always land on whenever they are in the same room, and right now was no different.
Camila just has that effect on her.
(She always has.)
"Hey." Lauren says with a grin.
Camila, however, is having none of it.
"What were you talking to Tori about?"
Lauren eyes her weirdly, for obvious reasons.
"She was talking about her summer in Spain. I asked her about it
'cause I've always wanted to go there—are you okay?"
Camila's eye had started to twitch without any real permission from
her brain, and she realizes now that her fists had been slowly clenching.
Of course Tori got a Spaniard vacation.
All Camila did was get sunburnt by Dinah's pool as the girl's twenty
three rambunctious relatives competed over who could eat the most ribs without
vomiting.
Spoiler alert: a handful of Tongans vomited that day. Camila was
thoroughly disgusted and refused to go back for at least three days.
"I'm fine!" She said too loudly. "I didn't know you guys were friends."
Lauren shrugs, continuing to eye her warily.
"We're not really. We just talk in class."
"Awesome!"

Lauren slowly nods. "Yeah."

Much to Camila's relief, the volleyball game starting takes the
attention away from her awkward jealousy-fueled questionnaire. Lauren also seems
to be thankful.
When they announced Dinah and Normani's numbers, both girls jump
and holler with joy and pride.
The game itself—even though the home team seemed to agree on all
the epic ass-kicking that was going to go down—was not particularly impressive. They
were winning, but barely.
It was actually a pretty nerve-wracking game, so nerve-wracking in
fact that Camila had started to grip at Lauren's knee as the ball was bopped from one
side of the court to the other.
(The knee gripping itself was due two percent to the game—which
Camila didn't understand—and ninety eight percent to the fact that she caught Tori's
eye while she was not-so-secretly glaring.)
Really, Camila's never been the jealous type. She didn't really care if
Austin flirted, and maybe that was a giveaway to the fact that that journey would be
a total bust.
With Lauren it's entirely different. Not only does she want Lauren on
her body at all times, but she also wants her mind at all times.
Lauren is funny. And not the stupid kind of light-shit-on-fire-trip-
down-the-stairs funny, she actually makes jokes based on things she's learned, and
that's really a kicker for Camila. Lauren is smart and also really, really easy on the
eyes.
It also helps that the girl gives absolutely no shits—and not in the I-
give-no-shits-because-I-am-the-shit way, but in the I-give-no-shits-because-I-
genuinely-give-no-shits sort of way. That is something Camila—who is an avid shit
giver—has never been able to achieve, hence her three white hairs she has told no
one about.
At this point, Lauren—who actually understands what's going on and is
actually on edge about the fate of the game—cheers when Dinah spikes the ball and
earns her team a point. Her hand lands on Camila's and the smaller girl freezes,
eyeing Lauren from her periphery. She doesn't seem to mind, and she's actually
started to stroke Camila's fingers individually, giving each of them equal amounts of
love before starting over.
Camila eyes everyone around them—as avid shit givers do—and she
comes to the conclusion that nobody is at the volleyball game to watch her and
Lauren interact, so she turns her palm up and delicately slides her fingers in between
Lauren's. The paler girl blushes visibly but keeps her eyes on the court.
Camila smiles and takes this as a small victory.
She continues trying to keep up with the volleyball game, but she can
safely say that this is the one thing she genuinely does not give a shit about.
-
They win; of course they win. People who threaten ass-kicking can't
lose, that'd just be unprofessional, and quite frankly, rude.
Dinah and Normani step out of the school with their beautiful hair in
buns. Lauren and Camila are waiting for them by Dinah's car.
"Bow down to us, the queens of the school."
Camila rolls her eyes at her best friend's antics.
"Queen Cheechee. Hm, that doesn't sound right."
They put away their athletic bags and the taller girls turn to their
friends, a plan formulated.
"You guys want to go get something to eat?"
 Lauren, not used to Dinah at all, agrees happily, thinking they would
at least go to an Applebee's or something considerably healthy given the fact that
Dinah is one of the most athletic girls in the whole school.

She was wrong.

Ten minutes later she's sitting across from Normani and Dinah, the
Tongan trying to shovel two McChickens into her mouth at the same time while her
own best friend delicately chews on the lettuce from her salad.
Camila looks very displeased with Dinah right now.
"So this is an athlete's victory dinner. Two McChickens and a large
coke."
Dinah can hear her disapproval. She rolls her eyes as a response. "It's
a diet coke. And hey, my sandwich has lettuce in it."
Camila snorts. "Diet soda is worse than regular soda. And yes your
sandwich does have lettuce in it, specifically, one piece of lettuce drenched in
mayonnaise. Hardly nutritional."
"Nutrition is my bitch."
"Clearly."
During this particularly endearing exchange, Lauren couldn't take her
eyes off Camila, and Normani couldn't take her eyes off Lauren.
Just by the way her friend's green eyes sparkle she can tell that
Lauren is in over her head. If she wasn't already in love, then she was an inch away
from getting there. She literally could not look away from Camila. It was like she was
in a trance.
Normani couldn't hear it, but she assumed by the way that Lauren's
face is all red and scrunched up like she's trying to fight the biggest smile to ever
exist, she can guess that her heart is trying to ferociously fight its way out of her
chest.
Normani's glad her heart's in place though, because she knows she
would be enjoying this amazing salad a little less if her friend's guts were all over it.
"So how'd you guys become friends exactly?" Dinah asks around a
mouth full of food.
Lauren swallows roughly suddenly. She was afraid this question would
be brought up.
"We're lab partners in physics. It was annoying at first but we figured
we needed to be civil to get a good grade, you know me, and we went from tolerating
each other to actually liking each other. We weren't expecting it. Trust me."
Lauren gaped openly and stupidly at the girl next to her. She had
talked as if she had perfected a paragraph in a textbook. Had she been thinking about
this exact situation on her free time? All for Lauren's sake?
Lauren was rightfully touched, and inappropriately turned on.
Dinah took the story with a nod of the head before proceeding to talk
about how badly she fucked up the nose of a girl on the opposing team. It bled a lot
and apparently that was spectacular.
Normani wasn't paying much attention to Dinah. She was replaying
the way that Lauren gaped at Camila like she had just saved her ass, and she thought
this was odd.
Why would they lie about how they got to know each other?
When they finished eating and they all stood in the almost deserted
McDonald's parking lot, Normani took her chance quickly.
"Lauren will take me home, Dinah." She sends Dinah a look so she
isn't questioned. The Tongan is confused but she keeps her mouth shut about it.
"C'mon Chancho, you're riding with a winner tonight."
Camila scoffs and wraps her arms around Lauren's neck, squeezing
tight and whispering into her ear.
"You still owe me an orgasm; don't think I forgot about it." Then her
warmth is gone and Lauren is left standing there like a stricken fool.

She snaps out of it when Normani shouts at her to open her car.
The car ride is filled with relative silence, the occasional song being
jammed out to on the radio. When they get to Normani's house, the blue-haired girl
decides to take action.
She turns towards her best friend and puts on her most earnest voice.
She really does love Lauren with all her heart, and she wonders briefly if the girl
realizes that.
"How did you and Camila really meet, Lo?"
Lauren looks paler than usual at this point.
"What do you mean? Camila told you."
"Yeah, and even you seemed like you were hearing it for the first
time."
There was an uncomfortable silence before Normani speaks up again.
"Do you not trust me?"
Lauren takes in her best friend in that moment and her heart breaks a
little. She's been so stupid about her secret that it never occurred to her how
supportive Normani may be. She has always been there for her, and even though
she's scared out of her mind to admit her deepest secret, she knows she can't keep it
from her friend any longer without inflicting damage.
"Normani, I have something to tell you. Promise me you won't talk
until I'm done explaining everything."
"I promise."
Lauren takes in what feels like the deepest breath and exhales shakily.

"I was born with a penis."

One second passes, and that hesitant second becomes three full
minutes of silence. Lauren really doesn't know where to take it from here.
Jesus Christ. After making Normani promise to stay silent Lauren
really swore she would've had something longer to announce. She didn't speak about
the countless journeys to the hospital or the therapist, she didn't talk about how it
brought her family closer together, and she didn't even mention how it made her view
humanity differently. All she could get out after taking in the deepest breath ever was
yeah I got a dick.
The silence extends for a while: Normani expecting to hear more and
Lauren expecting to say more. It was pretty awkward.
"Are you—can I speak now?"
Lauren clears her throat and ignores the burning of her cheeks.
"Uh—yeah."
Normani nods and studies her. "It explains a lot actually. The weird
reason why you'd never have sleepovers, you never go anywhere that involves
bathing suits, and all you wear are boxers, that was a weird sort of giveaway."
"That's a pretty big conclusion to jump to."
Normani shrugs. "I've got great vertical leap."
"Maybe I was just one of those boxer-wearing lesbians."
"After all those rants about labels and not being gay or straight but
human I definitely wasn't going to put any labels on you, girl."
Lauren nods thoughtfully, still a little off-put by the whole nonchalance
with which her situation was being handled.
"Um—so, what I said doesn't bother you?"
Normani looks at her incredulously. "What? Of course not! Did you
really think it would?"
Lauren shrugs meekly. "I don't really know how people would react to
something like this. I hate it so I just assume everyone else will too."
"Lauren, I could never hate you. I don't care about your genitals. I'm
not the one you're sleeping with."
Normani's eyes widen suddenly. "Wait—so Camila knows?"
The green-eyed girl laughs uneasily.
"Funny story, actually."
Then Lauren proceeds to tell Normani about how her and Camila
actually started their friendship, which in reality was not all that funny and actually a
bit traumatizing when she really thinks about it. But what started as a damn mess
blossomed into a beautiful romance—a romance everybody but the two in love could
actually see—and Normani couldn't complain about something that brought her best
friend so much happiness.
It especially touched her to know that Camila still looks at Lauren like
she hung the stars in the sky even when she is such an easy target for hate. She
respects the smaller girl for being open-minded; something she learned is getting
easier to come by but not nearly as easy as it should be.
 Normani leans over for a hug that Lauren graciously accepts, feeling
surprisingly better after getting that weight off her chest.
"I know it's kind of a given, but please don't tell anyone."
"Not even if Beyoncé held me captive."
Lauren grins, feeling so glad to have found such an amazing friend.
"Would you wanna sleep over sometime?"
Normani grins softly.
"I'd love to."
seis.

"Did you see the way the blood gushed from her nose?"
Dinah hadn't been able to shut up about her monstrous strength the
whole ride to Camila's house. It's not that the smaller girl didn't love her friend's
enthusiasm, she just thought it was a bit misguided.
"I see blood every month, Cheechee. I'm officially desensitized."
Dinah turns her face into a grimace.
When they get to the Cabello driveway, Dinah—in all her glory—invites
herself into Camila's home.
Sinu, upon seeing the Tongan strutting through the front door like it
was her own home, wraps the girl in a loving embrace. It was always comical for
Camila to watch the way Dinah practically swallowed her mother when they hugged.
She could only imagine what she looked like in the same position.
"You better be a winner tonight young lady."
Dinah smirks smugly. "I am always a winner Mama C, and don't you
forget it."
Sinu rolls her eyes, the most natural reaction to most things that
Dinah says. The most natural reaction to Dinah in general. But you gotta love her.
Dinah flops onto the couch and stretches her body across its plush
surface.
"Do you know who Lauren is?" The volleyball player asks suddenly,
looking at Camila's mother like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Camila looks at her in horror, trying desperately to never again have
to have the talk with her mother. She remembers the conversation she had with her
mom when she got home from dinner at Lauren's last Friday night.
"I didn't forget, mija." Sinu had said right when Camila had walked
through the front door. Her mom had been waiting up for her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sit with me." She had tapped on the cushions beside her, as if that
would make Camila feel any better about the situation at the time.
"So, I see you've decided to start using the condoms, for their real
purpose this time."
Camila had ignored the slow crawl of her blush reaching her cheeks.
Her mother really knew how to jump right in.
"It's nice that you have a friend like Lauren that you can talk to about
sex. Just know that you also have a friend in me, mija. Have you and Austin, you
know, already?"
Camila had summoned every single fiber in her being at the time to
stay calm and collected for her mother's sake.
"Uh—actually, I never had sex with Austin. Those weren't for him."
Sinu had looked surprised at her confession, considering she had still
thought that her daughter's heart belonged to that Mahone boy she never particularly
favored.
"I didn't know there was someone else. Do I know him?"
Camila had sighed, her nerves getting the best of her.
"Don't freak out or anything, okay?"
Sinu had given her the motherly stank eye, a common reaction to kids
who politely ask for calmness from their mothers, as if they had a right to ask such a
thing.
"Those condoms were for Lauren."
"So you were helping her with her sexy time?"
"Mami, please don't call it that."

"Why not?"
"Because—ugh. They were for our—uh—encounters."
Sinu had looked like she didn't understand what her daughter was
implying.
"No entiendo."
Camila had ignored the way her heart beat in her chest, yelling at her
to abort the mission and abort it quick.
"Me and Lauren—I mean, Lauren and I, we—uh—partake in sexy time.
Together."
"I thought you didn't want to call it sexy time?"
"That's all you take from what I just said?"
"That seems like the biggest deal in that statement, yes."
Camila had squinted so hard at her mother she almost had her eyes
shut.
"Mami, Lauren uses the condoms—um, with me."
"As long as you girls are safe I don't care about who has what or who
likes who, okay?"
While that was a very wonderful side to her mother she didn't know
existed, it was still the worst situation she had ever been in. She was so embarrassed
for herself that even her toes were blushing.
Sinu nods. "She seems like a sweet girl. Very pretty."
"You've met her?"
"Briefly, when her and Karla came back from the store with—"
"—Advil! My head was killing me and we were all out." Camila quickly
interrupted, throwing a glare to her mother and ignoring the way that Dinah's smirk
had seemed to create its own presence in the room.
"Camila's crazy about her." Dinah says matter-of-factly.
"Is she now?" Sinu says with a smile.
"Oh yeah. Big time."
Camila grumbles under her breath as she goes into the kitchen to
quench her embarrassment with some leftover pizza.
"Whatever."
-
Two days later, Lauren and Camila are by their lockers, a comfortable
silence hanging between them as they dispose of some books.
A boy named Nash disrupts their comfort.
"Hey Camila, I hear you're single now and I was wondering if you
wanted to go out sometime."
Lauren shuts her locker abruptly, leaning her shoulder on it and
crossing her arms across her chest as she burned holes through the back of the boy's
head. Camila glances quickly over Nash's shoulder and glares at Lauren's extremely
discreet glaring. She offers the boy a smile before letting him down as gently as
possible.
"I'm sorry, Nash. I'm not really up to being with anyone right now." To
add some more effect to her words, she brings her hand up to her heart and lets out
a distressed sigh. "The wound is still fresh."
She hears Lauren snort and she tries to keep a straight face so Nash
will take her seriously and never bother her again.
 "Are you sure?" The boy pushes regardless.
"I'm sure."
He grips his bag over his shoulder and sighs out. "Well, let me know
when you're ready."
Camila nods and turns back to her locker when Nash disappears down
the hall. She ignores Lauren's penetrating eyes and keeps her own gaze focused on
her locker as she speaks.

"Could you have at least acted like you weren't paying attention?"
"Could he have at least acted like he wasn't trash?"
Camila rolls her eyes at the girl's response. "He is not trash."
Lauren pushes herself off her locker and puffs out her chest, throwing
some hair over her eyes to mock the appearance of the boy who tried, and failed, to
catch Camila's eye.
In a deeper voice than her own, Lauren speaks. "Hey baby, I heard
you dumped one shitty guy, can I be the next? I'll be waiting. My rolex is ticking."
Camila shuts her locker and laughs at Lauren's silly appearance as she
mocks Nash. She starts walking to her next class and Lauren falls into step with her.
"That's the second time he's asked me out."
"Really?"
Camila eyes her suspiciously. "What? You don't think I'm a catch?"
"I'm just saying, I wouldn't be able to ask out someone that's already
rejected me."
Camila scoffs and flips her hair. "You'd totally ask me out twice."
Lauren, in her nervous state from being so damn close to Camila—the
object of all her affections—and having a completely correct assumption thrown in her
face, says the first thing that comes to mind to avert Camila's attention from her
heart's truth.
"I wouldn't even ask you out once." She says with a strained chuckle.
She's just trying to do what she's always done, what she's come to perfect from all
these years of hiding: act like someone she isn't; say things she doesn't mean to
portray herself as someone who's not carrying a large secret; harbor her truth.
Camila's face becomes serious suddenly, her smile tight and eyes
giving out a false spark.
"I wouldn't want you to, anyway."
She walks into her class and leaves Lauren in the hall. She feels
confused even though she received some answers.
Camila basically just confirmed that she doesn't want anything from
Lauren more than what she already has, but why did she looks so upset when she
said so?
Lauren tries to keep a neutral expression as she strolls through the
rest of her day—not wanting her sadness and disappointment to show on her face.
 Camila broke her heart with a single sentence. Lauren has never felt
anything like this before. She's never given her heart the capacity to love someone,
figuring that it would all lead to shit once the person she loves discovers how much of
a freak she is. She never thought her heart would be heavy with love, and
consequently heavy with pain.
Camila's revealing parts of her she didn't know she had, and the
brunette doesn't even know it. She doesn't even care.
-
In physics, Camila is eerily silent.
Lauren's heart hurts so much that she doesn't even have it in her to
ask why.
-
When Lauren gets home she throws herself onto her bed and stares at
the ceiling like it was the thing that broke her.
Everything between her and Camila was so perfect just six hours ago;
how did their dynamic change so suddenly? When the bell rung and signaled the end
of the day Camila went straight to debate club without so much as glancing at
Lauren.
Lauren misses her. And it's not just her body that's craving the smaller
girl, but it's also her mind and her eyes and her ears. She wants to be looking at
Camila right now as the girl laughs at something silly she says or rolls her eyes
because she's so damn stubborn. She wants to hear the girl sighing softly as Lauren
kisses her neck or speaking passionately about anything and everything that
happened to her today. She wants Camila in front of her right now so she can admire
her until her heart bursts in her chest, but all she's left with is an emptiness she
doesn't know how to fill.

Pathetically, she touches herself as a distraction. It's the second time she's ever done
so—the first time so traumatizing that she never dared make it a habit.
It's a messy affair. Her hand doesn't feel right and her stomach
doesn't coil in the sweet way it always does when it's Camila touching her, and when
she comes undone with thoughts of the smaller girl she feels like throwing up more
than anything. What kind of person has she become that she masturbates her
problems away?
Her skin crawls when she realizes how disgusting it is to be pining
over someone who so clearly does not want more than a few lust-filled encounters.
She feels like apologizing to Camila for thinking about her in such an explicit
situation.
Lauren's breathing evens out and she cleans herself up before sitting
at her desk and letting a few tears fall. The eerie silence of her empty home feels like
it's catching up to her; it's so close to her now that she can feel the way her heart
beats in her chest, every pump of the organ sounding more like a rusty creak.
 She also feels like apologizing to Camila for falling in love with her.
Surely the girl never deserved that.
She falls asleep about five minutes after she realizes that Camila may
not be the one for her. She wakes up three hours later with heavy limbs and a sore
throat.
She never really believed that emotions could affect her physical
health, but she guesses she has a lot to learn about love.
-
"Hey, Camila!"
Camila's at her locker after school—quick to get there after the last
bell rung to avoid any interaction with Lauren, who she can't stop thinking
about—getting ready for debate and thanking God that the seemingly longest day of
her life is finally coming to a close. She turns to the boy that called her name.
Shawn is probably the sweetest guy she's ever met. They've been
friends ever since high school started, and Camila would be lying if she said she's
never wanted a little more than friendship with the boy. Those thoughts were
disregarded when she got into a relationship with Austin, and they continued to be
disregarded when she got into something with Lauren. But now that she knows that
this something that she has with Lauren will never be more than some thing, she
can't help but admire Shawn's cute nasally voice and bright brown eyes. So what if
this admiration is a little more forced than it should be?
"Hey, Shawn! How've you been?"
The boy slides his hands into his pockets nervously. "I've been great. I
wanted to ask you something, actually."
Camila raises her eyebrows in intrigue and shuts her locker softly to
turn to him. "What's up?"
Shawn laughs shyly and Camila can imagine the boy tucking a strand
of hair behind his ear if he didn't have such short hair to begin with. He seems like
the type to have that nervous habit.
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. It doesn't have
to be a date or anything, I hear you're not ready for that and that's awesome! I just
haven't talked to you in a while and—"
"Sounds good. Where are we going?" Camila interrupts softly so the
boy doesn't continue to ramble on with red cheeks and fidgeting eyes. Her smile is
soft and patient and she swears that she doesn't give her eyes permission to flick
from Shawn's flustered smile down the hall to a head of black hair she thought was
Lauren. She swears she doesn't deflate with disappointment when she remembers
that Lauren's long gone by now, at home and thinking of anything but her.
She swears.
"We can head to the mall. I know how much you love to people-
watch."
"You remembered!" She says with surprise.
"I can't forget you even if I tried."
Really, it's not that the statement isn't sweet, because it is. It's not
that the statement isn't laced with emotion, because it definitely is. It's just that the
statement isn't coming from a particular mouth Camila can't stop thinking about.
Shawn is no Lauren, but it's because he's not Lauren that Camila
swallows roughly and smiles wide enough to blind.
"After school tomorrow?"
Shawn beams like he just conquered the world. "Sounds like a plan!"
Camila's going to be fine. It's not like she's never faced
disappointment with love before.
-
The next day, Lauren isn't at school and Camila pretends she doesn't
notice.
When she steps out of her physics class to find Shawn patiently
waiting by her locker, she lets her frown curve into a small smile. She might as well
make the most of the boy's kindness.
"Hey! Are you ready to go?"
Camila nods and follows the boy to his car. When they get to the mall
Shawn buys them some ice cream and they sit on a bench in front of a fountain.
The first people Camila notices are an old couple that is slowly strolling
hand in hand, gripping onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Shawn follows
her line of sight and makes a comment Camila couldn't agree more with.
"Love's a crazy thing isn't it?"
Camila nods slowly. "I feel like, if Love was a person, he'd be in
prison."
"Why do you say that?"
"Love would be a murderer and a thief. He would break into your
home while you're sleeping and move all your things around so you don't know where
anything is when you wake up; he'd never take anything but the familiarity of a life
you once knew and can never know again."
"Who would he murder?"
"Everyone."
"You want to be a writer." Shawn says this as if he knows it for a fact.
"That obvious?" Camila chuckles after jumping out of the trance she
found herself in.
The boy shrugs and shakes his head. "You have a beautiful way with
words. Something like that shouldn't be put to waste."
"It's a pretty hard thing to make a career out of."
"I feel like nothing is impossible for someone who can speak a
language so well."
Camila's eyes soften when she sees the slight change in Shawn's
demeanor. He's serious now, so she asks him a question to keep him invested.
"What do you mean?"
"People live to feel. Words put experiences and desires and memories
into existence. They make everything that was and everything that could be, real.
Anybody that can do that is going to make a difference, one way or another."
Camila feels a tenderness for Shawn in this moment, and while his
words make her think of Lauren a million times over and how she wishes she could
clearly explain to the girl just how her heart's feeling, she would be forever grateful to
keep Shawn as a friend.
"Do you want to be a writer too?"
Shawn chuckles and rubs the back of his neck coyly. "I want to be a
singer."
"Really?"
Shawn pushes Camila's shoulder gently and laughs at her incredulous
expression.
"Hey! It could happen!"

She raises her hands like she doesn't doubt it. "Don't forget who I am when you
make it big."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
-
When Shawn drops her off at home, she feels lighter than she has all
day. She spots Lauren's flannel on her desk chair and she grabs her phone, throwing
caution to the wind and throwing her question out into the void.
Where were you today?
i'm sick
How'd you get sick?
the temp is changing
You're one of those!
yup
Camila ignores how dry Lauren is being and decides there's nothing
that's really changed between them. So what if for a second there Camila thought
that maybe Lauren liked her back? They can still mess around with no strings
attached as was originally intended.
Wanna come over?
i just told u i'm sick
Is that a no?
After ten minutes she figures Lauren's not going to respond, but when
she does Camila allows herself a smile.
omw
-
When Camila opens her door to reveal a red-nosed Lauren, her heart
swells to ten times its original size.
The older girl is so damn cute. Camila wants to squeal at her as if she
was a baby.
She doesn't, though, because surely that would make Lauren turn
around and drive away. She'd probably also spit at Camila's feet for being so fucking
weird.
"Hi."
Oh. Camila never knew that a single word could turn her on, but then
she thinks back to the conversation she had with Shawn earlier today and she figures
that words do a lot more than anybody gives them credit for.
Lauren's voice is even huskier than usual due to her congestion and
sore throat.
"You didn't have to come if you didn't feel good."
Lauren shrugs.
She wants to say that it doesn't matter if her damn appendix burst
because she would still come over if Camila asked her to. She would lie and say that
her throat really doesn't hurt all that bad and that she could scream as loud as she
can if Camila asked her to. She wants to say that she'd build a plane from scratch and
fly across the world if Camila asked her to.
Instead, she swallows carefully, grimaces, and says: "I'm fine."
This statement is far from the truth, but she doesn't know what else to
say at the moment. She feels a weird shift in their dynamic. She knows it has to do
with the jokes that were exchanged a day ago; and the more she thinks about it the
more she believes that those jokes weren't jokes at all.
A lot of shit comes out of her mouth when she's caught off guard.
Camila finally lets her in and leads the way to the room Lauren has
become all too familiar with.
The brunette sits on the edge of her bed and Lauren sits beside her
tentatively.
"Did I miss anything important in physics?"
Camila shrugs. "Not really. We have a pop-quiz on Friday."
"Why does she keep calling them pop-quizzes when we know they're
happening?"

Camila shrugs again and lets the tense silence settle. She remembers her shit-giving
tendencies and decides to be the one between them today to not give a shit.
She straddles Lauren suddenly, and the green-eyed girl flicks her gaze
to Camila's brown eyes. She doesn't look surprised or overwhelmed. She doesn't look
like she's feeling anything at all. It's like the light behind her eyes is dim, and when
she places her hands on Camila's hips and squeezes she turns her head to cough.
"Sorry." She mumbles shyly.
Camila, instead of speaking, brings her hands to rest on Lauren's
shoulders and starts to slowly grind their centers together. Lauren's breath hitches,
and because of this natural reaction, she starts to cough again. Camila ignores it for
the most part, but by the time her shirt is off and Lauren is kissing along the curve of
her breasts she almost loses her damn mind when the girl lets out a particularly loud
cough.
She stands off the girl's lap so they can both remove their pants and
Camila rolls her eyes when Lauren can't stop sneezing long enough to roll on the
condom. Camila takes it from her and rolls it on quickly, getting back onto her lap and
sinking down on her arousal.
She lets out a soft moan and starts to grind down onto her slowly.
Lauren sucks on her nipple gently and brings Camila even closer to her climax. When
Camila's about to reach her peak she becomes hyperaware of everything happening
around her. It's an odd sensation, and it usually makes her orgasm even better
because she feels every feather-light touch like she's getting punched, and she hears
every noise as if it's happening inside her head.
But right now all she can register is Lauren's fucking sniffling and it is
the most annoying thing she's ever heard.
Camila stops moving and just sits back on her thighs. "Can you stop
sniffling for like five minutes?"
Lauren looks at her like she's completely done with her. "Do you want
my snot to drip on you?"
Camila crosses her arms across her chest and ignores the way her clit
is pounding and her walls are fluttering around Lauren.
"Real nice, Lauren."
"I'm sorry. Do you want the moisture from my nose to gracefully fall
upon you, m'lady?"
"You don't have to be sarcastic about it."
"I came over here because you asked me to."
"I didn't think you'd be sniffling the whole damn time. It's like fucking
a lawn mower."
"Why didn't you just go to Home Depot to get yourself off then?"
Camila narrows her eyes and makes a move to stand up, but Lauren
yanks her hips down against her and makes Camila whimper when their bodies make
a sound that reverberates through the room.
Lauren grips Camila's hips and repeats the action, letting the sound of
their bodies connecting become the only noise to grace the room.
Camila's orgasm hits her suddenly, and even as she shudders and lets
her mouth hang open as it travels from her toes to her scalp, Lauren continues to
thrust into her. She finds herself on her back when she comes down from her high,
her body responding pleasurably to the way Lauren continues to fuck her through her
orgasm and straight into another one.
She comes undone a second time when Lauren rubs her clit twice, the
older girl moaning into her ear when she comes undone with her, her thrusts slowing
down and her body becoming heavy over Camila's as she relishes in the pleasure
coursing through her veins.
"Wow." Camila gets out through her pants.
Lauren stands up when she composes herself. She gets dressed
quickly and throws the condom into Camila's trashcan.
The usual tenderness wasn't there. Camila lifts herself onto her elbows
and she notices how Lauren's avoiding her eyes.
Lauren's been acting weird ever since she got here and Camila doesn't
understand why. Lauren's the one who basically said that Camila never stood a
chance with her.
"Are you okay?"
Lauren clears her throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Um—I have to go. I kind of
snuck out of my room because my mom wouldn't let me leave."
"What? Lauren, why did you come here then?"
Green eyes meet brown after what feels like an eternity.
"You asked me to."
And just like that Camila remembers exactly why her heart flutters for
the girl in front of her.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Camila flops down onto her bed when Lauren leaves her room and she
hears her front door open and close. The black-haired girl is such an enigma to her.
One moment she's acting tense around her, then she's acting completely annoyed
with her, and then she's completely sweet and sincere.
Falling for Lauren would be so much easier if she knew where she was
going to land.
-
"What's going on between you and Lauren?"
Camila's eating her lunch slowly the next day and staring at the black-
haired girl across the cafeteria. She's sitting down across from Normani as she always
is, but Tori's standing by them and chatting amiably with them, garnering a few
laughs from the girls and even a high-five from Normani.
"What do you mean?"
"Well for one you won't stop staring at her with your green eyes."
Camila looks at Dinah with narrow eyes. "My eyes are brown."
"You know what I meant, chick. You're jealous."
Camila scoffs. "Why would I be jealous over who my fuck buddy talks
to?"
"Oh, so she's just your fuck buddy now? What happened to that girl
being your Noah?"
"I was delusional at the time. My hormones were making me say crazy
things."
 Dinah leans in closer with a confused expression.
"Are you saying that dick was too bomb?"
Camila rolls her eyes.
"It just wasn't meant to be, okay?"
Dinah rolls her eyes but stays silent. She knows she won't be able to
get through to her friend right now. She knows that Camila's talking nonsense,
though, because they are definitely supposed to be together. In the very brief
moment of time that they've shared together Camila has been a completely different
person, and not in a bad way. Lauren brings out the calm and carefree side of Camila,
while she's noticed that Camila brings out the sassier and stronger part of Lauren.
They're the perfect balance for each other, and even though their love developed
quickly, Dinah knows that time doesn't mean much to the heart.
When the bell rings and lunch ends, Dinah and Camila go their
separate ways.
The Tongan wastes no time taking out her phone and sending a quick
text to her partner in love-crime.
Operation Camren is a-go once again!!!
I really thought we didn't have to meddle anymore. What the hell do
you think happened?
I don't know girl but we need to make them see that they are meant
to be!!!
Lauren was totally flirting with Tori and Tori did not mind one bit.
NO you can't let that happen!!!
I am not Lauren's keeper.
Mani, I think it's time for drastic measures!!!
Are you shouting or are you just excited? I can't tell.
Forget me!!! We shall plan in the locker room. Dinah out!!!
What?
OMG Bye!!!
siete.

"Hey, Lo!"
"Hey, Tori!"
"You got a sec?"
Lauren nods and smiles softly, the blonde a calming presence. Tori's
really such a great person to have around, with her dimpled smile and corny jokes.
Lauren's trying to slide a dollar into a vending machine as Tori continues talking.
"What are you doing after school tomorrow?"
Lauren wants to be witty and respond Camila but she knows Tori
wouldn't get it or appreciate it.
"Nothing. Why?"
Tori bounces lightly in place and it makes Lauren chuckle. "So
remember how I was telling you about how my mom works at that amphitheater
downtown?"
Lauren grabs her drink when it dispenses and turns to Tori with
excited eyes. "Are you gonna say what I think you are?"
"She got the tickets!"
"I can't believe you're taking me to see Lana Del Rey!"
"Who says I'm taking you?"
Lauren shoves the girl playfully and lets out another excited laugh.
"I'll text you later with the details. Stay pumped, my friend!"
"Count on it!" Lauren responds just as joyfully.
She walks over to Normani who was eyeing her from their usual table
and she sits down to continue eating her lunch.
"What was that about?"
 "Tori's taking me to the Lana concert tomorrow!"
Normani's eyes widen but she tries to downplay it. "Wow. That's cool
of her to do."
"I know right? I've been trying to get tickets for forever."
After a comfortable silence, the blue-haired girl speaks up tentatively.
"Are you sure it's such a good idea to go?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
Normani shrugs. "Nothing bad but—what about Camila?"
"What about her?"
"I don't know, I mean, is she okay with it?"
"Is she okay with me going to a concert?"
"No, is she okay with you hanging out with Tori."
Lauren looks at her oddly. "Why wouldn't she be?"
"I thought you guys had something."
"We do have something. We use each other for sex. That's it."
"So, you fell out of love with her? Just like that?"
Lauren drops her eyes to her fork, avoiding Normani's prying eyes.
"Just like that."
Normani inwardly scoffs.
Liar.
-
Lauren's lost count of how many days have passed by without
Camila's lips on her own.
School ended twenty minutes ago and she's driving Camila to a
secluded spot near this forest by the beach because both of their parents were
getting home early today and they decided that they were craving each other. Who
are they kidding? They always crave each other.
She parks her car and feels relief when she spots nobody else near
them.
Camila unbuckles her seatbelt and looks at Lauren expectantly. "So
how are we doing this?"

"I mean, I don't have a blanket or anything."

"I really don't want to get sand up my ass."
Lauren snorts at Camila's blunt statement. "Neither do I."
Camila looks behind her for a moment and she smirks. "Get in the
backseat."
"We are not having sex in my car."
The brunette pouts. "Why not?"
And just like that the tension that has surrounded them the past few
days spreads thin and is replaced by playful banter and easy smiles. They are so hot
and cold, no wonder Lauren got sick.
 "My mom is going grocery shopping tonight."
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
Lauren looks at her like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"She likes to use this car because it's bigger than hers. I'm not gonna
let her drive around in a car that smells like a brothel."
"Are you calling me a prostitute?"
"Is that really all you got from that?"
Camila sighs and rolls her eyes, realizing that she has to take matters
into her own hands if she wants to get anything—but more specifically, herself—done.

She climbs into the back seat quickly despite Lauren's protests.
"I'm not getting back there with you."
Camila reaches her hand into her skirt, thankful that she decided to
wear one today. She pushes her underwear aside and starts to rub her clit slowly.
"You don't have to."
Lauren's eyes widen when she realizes what the younger girl is doing.
"Stop that. It's already starting to smell like sex in here."
"Actually, it smells like masturbation, but it could smell like sex if
somebody wasn't so damn stubborn."
Lauren turns around in her seat and keeps her eyes on Camila's hand
movements.
"How am I being stubborn?"
Camila lets out a soft gasp before she responds and Lauren bites her
bottom lip sensually.
"We can roll the windows down the whole way back, Lauren. I'm
starting to think you don't want to fuck me."
Lauren swallows thickly. "Maybe I don't."
Camila shrugs and lets her eyes shut in pleasure, a moan escaping her
lips as she lets a lone finger slip into herself.
"I don't need you."
They sit in silence for a full minute, Camila getting herself off and
Lauren watching in a trance. Camila feels Lauren shifting in her seat and then there's
a warmth by her side and a hand replacing her own.
Camila opens her eyes and watches how Lauren plunges two fingers
into her and rubs her clit with her thumb, all while she grabs the hand Camila was
using on herself—coated with her arousal—and brings the glistening finger into her
mouth.
The brunette chokes on her whimper when she registers the suction
on her finger as Lauren sucks it clean. Her mouth makes a popping sound when she
releases the digit and Camila quickly makes herself useful and unbuttons the older
girl's jeans to grab at her.
Lauren groans when Camila reaches through her boxers and starts
stroking her arousal, slowly pumping as she gets closer to her peak by Lauren's
fingers.

Camila straddles Lauren and hisses at the way that the girl's fingers slip out of her.
She slowly grinds against Lauren's jean-clad thigh and she starts shaking her head,
as she often does when she's about to go over the edge.
Lauren's strong grip is suddenly holding her in place, her throbbing clit
pressed against her jeans craving a friction Lauren is not allowing it to receive.
"Tell me you need me." The green-eyed girl says huskily.
Camila lets out a whimper when she's lifted from Lauren's lap slightly
so that Lauren can press a finger against a clit. She's still denied motion, but she
won't give up on her pride so easily.
She starts tugging at Lauren's arousal faster now, willing the girl to
release so that she can let go of her strong grip and Camila can finally orgasm.
Lauren grabs both of Camila's hands and pins them to her sides,
effectively holding the girl, and her wandering hands, in place.
The smaller girl groans with frustration.
"Tell me you need me." Lauren repeats in the exact same tone.
Camila looks at her defiantly, and with a jut of her chin she responds.
"I'm not saying it."
"That's okay. I guess you should get off me then so I can take you
home." Lauren says this challengingly, and she knows Camila will take the bait.
"I'm not getting off."
"So we're just gonna sit here?"
"I guess so."
They're staring into each other's eyes now and Lauren lets a smirk
color her face. She's going to get Camila to give in, and she knows exactly how to do
it.
"I can't wait to taste you."
Camila's eyes widen as Lauren continues to talk.
"I want to suck on your clit and make you forget your own name."
Camila whimpers. "Do you want to fuck me, Lauren?"
Lauren lets out a moan when she hears the girl's question. She said it
so softly, almost innocently, and Lauren can't help the way the blood rushes to the tip
of her head. It's like that question flipped a switch in her body. Her devious plan was
going to fall apart quickly if Camila kept at it this way.
Camila observes the way she turned Lauren's plan around on her and
she decides to take advantage. Her arms are still held down against her sides and
she's still unable to move, she's stopped fighting against the older girl's grip a few
minutes back.
"Do you want to hear me moan? Is that what you want?"
Lauren stifles a moan herself. "Yes."
 Camila starts to moan sensually, her eyes closed and mouth open.
"Lauren."
After an agonizingly long minute, Lauren can't take it anymore.
"Stop." The black-haired girl says with a strained voice. Camila doesn't
listen. She smirks when she sees just how red Lauren's face has become.
"You know what I want?"
Lauren looks at her pleadingly. "Camz, stop talking."
"I want you to take me from behind."
"Fuck."
Lauren lets out the loudest moan Camila's ever heard from her and
she watches the girl under her come undone without so much as a graze. Lauren's
arousal lands over her skirt and top and even manages to coat a bit of the window
and the roof of the car.

Camila is speechless, and to be quite honest, startled by the sudden onslaught of

pleasure from the girl beneath her. She just made Lauren orgasm without even
touching her. She feels so powerful in this moment as the girl to have such an intense
effect on Lauren.
Her green eyes are hidden behind her eyelids and she's resting her
head against the seat, completely exhausted from her orgasm.
Camila's eyes are wide in astonishment, not truly believing that
this—or any of the events to have transpired in the past fifteen minutes—actually
happened.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Lauren chuckles with exhaustion and finally releases her grip on
Camila's arms.
"My mom is going to kill me."
"I just made you orgasm without even touching you and you're
thinking about your mom?"
"I was actually thinking about fucking you from behind, but now that
I'm done, yes, I'm thinking about the fifty different ways that my mom is going to kill
me and make it seem like an accident."
Thankfully, Lauren had a handful of napkins in her glove compartment
and they were able to clean the car so it didn't seem like Lauren's nut busted all over
it. Camila—though she never got her own damn orgasm—can't stop thinking about
the way that she brought Lauren over the brink as she stares at the way that the
wind sweeps the girl's black hair out of her face.
This was by far, the dirtiest thing they'd ever done. Camila feels like
this brought them closer together—their comfort zones being broadened.
She can only hope that Lauren feels the same way.
When they get to her house, she decides to release the thought she
had stuck in her head the whole drive.
 "Tomorrow you owe me. Big time."
Lauren looks at her with apologetic eyes. "I can't tomorrow."
Camila's smirk drops from her face.
"Why not?"
"I'm going to the Lana Del Rey concert."
"How'd you manage to get tickets? They've been sold out for months."

"My dad got them through his work."

"Your dad's an accountant."
"So? His company wanted to show some appreciation."
"But why wouldn't they give him football tickets instead? That's more
down his lane."
"Are you a private detective or something? It doesn't matter how I got
the tickets. I'll see you tomorrow." Lauren snaps finally, running out of lies to tell the
girl. She feels bad for lying, but for some reason the conversation she had earlier
today with Normani is bouncing around her head.
Camila eyes her weirdly and gets out of the car. She watches Lauren
drive away quickly and she feels her stomach churn.
Lauren's hiding something.
-
"Hey, bud!"
Lauren situates herself in the passenger seat of Tori's car and greets
the girl just as enthusiastically.
"I am ready to die!"
"You're such a drama queen."
Lauren chuckles and clicks on her seatbelt as Tori makes her way out
of the school's parking lot.

Today had been a long day for Lauren, who couldn't seem to shake the feeling of
Camila's calculating eyes crawling over her skin looking for any flaws in her
demeanor. She hated lying to Camila, she really did, but she's planning on rectifying
the situation when it's all over with. She didn't want to tell Camila about going to the
concert with Tori—which she doubts would have mattered anyway but fuck Normani
for getting into her head—and make her angry or sad and have her emotions ruin the
experience for her.
This is Lana Del Rey she's talking about here. She is not messing
around.
Halfway to the concert, Tori speaks up.
"Can I ask you something?"
The blonde is concentrated on the road, one hand on the wheel and
the other against the door, her chin on her fist.
"Sure."
 "Are you and Camila a thing?"
Lauren opens her mouth and closes it right back up again. Technically
they are a thing, but what type of thing are they exactly?
"Honestly? I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"Well, it's complicated."
"Lay it on me."
Lauren turns to Tori in her seat as much as she can and she rests her
arms on her lap.
"This stays between us, right?"
"I thought you'd know me by now." Tori says teasingly.
"I do, it's just like insurance for my worry. Cut me some slack."
"This stays between us." The blonde confirms.
Lauren clears her throat nervously.
"We've had sex a few times. I don't know what's going on though, I
mean, I think she's just using me."
"Using you for what?"
"For sex."
Tori snorts. Outright snorts like the idea is the most preposterous
thing she's ever heard, and really, it is.
"What?" Lauren asks cautiously.
"It's just—Camila's not the type of person to just have sex with
someone she doesn't feel for."
"How do you know what type of person she is?"
"I have a way of reading people. Also, I heard she was scared of sex,
like, a month ago."
"Wow, does everyone know about that?"
"It's high school, word spreads like Mano in there."
They sit in silence for a moment, the only noise being the constant
whirring of the car taking them to their destination.
"You want to know." Tori says suddenly and cryptically.
"Know what?"
"If you guys are a thing, or could be a thing."
Lauren shakes her head with a sad and disbelieving smile. "I don't
think we could be."
"Why not? And don't tell me it's because Camila doesn't feel the same
way because I've seen that girl looking at you like you're everything to her."
"You're crazy."
"You want to hear something crazy? Sometimes Camila looks at me
and I feel like a burn victim. Her glare is fierce."

"Why would she glare at you?"

 Tori looks at her like she's a complete moron.
"Lauren, I haven't been hiding the fact that I think you're hot as fuck."

Lauren blushes at the blonde's blunt statement.

"Your girlfriend glares at me every time I look in your direction."
"She's not my girlfriend." Lauren mumbles.
Tori chuckles and says something that really gets Lauren's head out of
her own asshole.
"Something tells me she could be if you just did something about it."
-
I thought I told you not to let Lauren go out with Tori!!!
What are you talking about?
They're together rn!!!!!
How do you even know that? Don't tell me you followed them. Dinah.
Hey don't act stern with me!!!! And no I'm not following them, but I
do follow Tori on the gram and she just posted a video of Lauren for the world to
see!!!!
Oh no. What if Camila sees it?
Normani, who has gotten her attention stolen from her homework
because of Dinah's texts, is rightfully frustrated when the girl takes over ten minutes
to respond.
Dinah?
The text she receives is not one that she expects.
Let her see it
What? Camila will literally explode.
Exactly.
Okay? What's going on?
Let her explode. Maybe then she'll do something crazy like IDK maybe
tell Lauren exactly how she feels about her.
OR it'll drive her further away and she will never speak to Lauren
again.
I know Mila I know what she'll do
I hope you're right. And where did all your exclamation points go?
!!!!!!! Nowhere !!!!!!!!
Why did I say anything..
-
Camila's been laying on her bed ever since Shawn brought her home
after school. She asked him if he wanted to hang around for a bit and he's currently
sitting at her desk, strumming her guitar gently and singing lightly under his breath.
She scrolls down her Instagram feed—a sort of force of habit for
almost everyone her age—and she comes across a video posted by Tori. Camila has
to give it to the girl, her profile is snazzy as hell, with just the right amount of cute
and cool photos to deserve the thousands of followers that she has. The blonde has
charisma, Camila can admit that much—and only that much.
In the video, Camila sees an expanse of grass and a stage in the
distance. She clicks on the video to activate the sound and she's immediately hit with
Lana Del Rey's sultry voice. She feels a pang of dread crawl up her spine and she
pays close attention to the next few seconds of the clip.
The camera turns to the left and Camila traces over Lauren's
profile—the glasses perched on her nose, her flushed cheeks, her absent-minded
smile, her frizzy hair—while silently fuming.
She's more hurt than anything, but right now she lets the anger settle
in the pit of her stomach.
Tori speaks up towards the black-haired girl.
"Lauren, where are we?"
Lauren flips her glasses onto her head in a single fluid motion and she
curls her fingers into guns, jabbing them through the air ridiculously and imitating
Lana's voice when she sings out her response.
"Brooklyn baby!"
Tori's laughter behind the camera is all she hears before the video
starts again on a loop. Camila watches the video two more times before she tosses
her phone to the end of the bed and sits upright.
She studies Shawn's concentrated expression and she follows the way
his fingers pluck gently at her guitar. Her heart is pounding so ferociously that she
forces herself to make conversation when all she really wants to do is scream.
"What are you playing?"
Shawn stops his singing and strumming and looks at her bashfully.
"It's something I've been working on."
At this point Camila stands up to sit on the edge of her bed by the
boy, their knees brushing as he adjusts the guitar on his lap.
"Let me see what you got."
Shawn clears his throat and plucks a string before stopping abruptly.
"No judgements."
Camila gasps playfully. "Of course not!"
The boy chuckles nervously before strumming again.
When he starts to sing nervously, Camila is immediately taken by the
lyrics and his tone of voice.
"I keep craving, craving you. Don't know it but it's true. Can't get my
mouth to say the words they want to say to you."
Everything in that moment slows down as Shawn strums along
mindlessly. She wants to stop thinking about Lauren.
The blood pumping through her veins has been ignited by green eyes.
The curls of her hair have been pulled straight by delicate fingers. The crinkle of her
nose has been a victim of the girl's charm. Every detail of herself that Camila thought
she had a grasp on have slipped away from her.
She has become a product of her love for a girl she's come to realize
she will never know.
That should make her furious; that should make her want to give up
on this impossible conquest.
"This is typical of love."
She kisses Shawn because she doesn't feel like giving up at all.
He's surprised at first. The guitar sits awkwardly between them, and
his hands are pressed against it's neck under Camila's weight. He doesn't move so he
doesn't disrupt the moment.
Camila kisses Shawn because the tempo of her heart started to sound
like a familiar name.
She kisses him because she imagines Tori building up the courage to
do the same with Lauren. She imagines the blonde slowly laying her hand on top of
Lauren's, looking over at the black-haired girl with her undeniable charm and giving
her that smirk that she knows people get hung up over.
She kisses him because she wants to forget about the way that
Lauren's mouth fit so perfectly on hers. She doesn't want to think about how wrong it
all feels, to be kissing someone that isn't Lauren, to be touching someone that isn't
Lauren, to be paying attention to someone who isn't Lauren.
She cups the back of his neck with her hands and almost startles
herself when she notices the lack of hair she usually feels. This isn't about Lauren
anymore. It can't be.
She kisses him to forget, but all she does is remember.
ocho.

"I'm in love with a boy."

Sofi, Camila's little sister and undeniable love of her life forever and
ever—the last part strictly said by the little girl herself—comes barging into the living
room with her hands swinging and tone joyous.
Camila, who's sprawled across the couch with a migraine, casts a
glance at her sister and rolls her eyes lightly.
"What's his name?"
Sofi sits cross-legged on the coffee table and Camila's too irritated to
care.
"His name is Alex and he's so, so, so cute."
"What's so cute about him?"
"He is the best colorer in the whole class, and he let's me eat his chips
when he doesn't want anymore. He's perfect."
"I'm happy for you, Sof."
"Have you loved a boy?"
 "I love dad a lot, you know that."
Sofi giggles cutely. "No silly! Dad isn't a boy he's a dad."
"I've never loved a boy, then."
"You've never been in love?"
Camila sighs into the couch cushions. Her head is pounding and she's
feeling exceptionally vulnerable considering the events that transpired in her bedroom
an hour ago. It's been such a long day and she can't believe any of it to be true yet.
"I have."
Sofi stands from the coffee table with an excited look on her face.
"With who?"
She seems so giddy about it and Camila wishes she was too.
"Someone."
Sofi whines. "Who?" The younger girl prolongs the o and bounces in
place.
"Someone."
"I'm telling mom!"
"She already knows."
Sofi pouts.
-
"Do you know what you're gonna say?"
"Absolutely not."
"Lauren."
"Tori."
"I thought we talked about you getting your head out of your ass
yesterday."
"Was that what we were talking about?"
The blonde smacks the back of her head and rolls her eyes.
"Just go up to her and be like," Tori slouches, shoves her hands in her
pockets and nods her head like she's a thug, "Hey, Camila, I love you. You see that
sunset? Let's run towards it."
"Why would I want us to run toward the sun?"
Tori stomps, literally stomps, her foot in outrage. "It's supposed to be
romantic."
"I don't talk or look like that, by the way."
"That's not the point! Why are you making this so much more difficult
than it has to be?"
Lauren leans forward and rests her head against the inside of her
locker, letting her groans and sighs vibrate against the metal walls.
Tori is watching her with unamused eyes, leaning against the locker to
the left and shaking her head. She stands up straight when she sees the lady of the
hour walking towards them to her own locker.
"Hey, Camila!"
The brunette looks at her strangely but quickly puts on a smile. Tori
inwardly smirks.
"Hey, Tori."
Lauren, who thought her blonde friend was merely pulling her leg and
trying to get her to pay attention, bangs her temple against the wall of her locker and
pulls back quickly, slamming the door and turning to look at Camila with a wince.
"Hey!"
Tori coughs into her fist to disguise her laughter and Camila eyes her
warily, beautiful brown eyes tracing over the space between the two bodies in front of
her. She's trying really hard not to be jealous. She knows she doesn't really have a
right to be but she just can't help it.
"Hello, Lauren."
The black-haired girl stands there in silence for the next two minutes
while Camila gets her books from her locker. The silence is tense, but she just doesn't
know how to fill it.
Tori nudges her back three times before she finally says something,
startling Camila and even herself. She ignores the blonde's snort over her shoulder.
"How's your day been?"
The brunette shuts her locker gently and turns on her heel. "It's been
fine. See you in physics."
When the girl turns down the hall—Lauren was not checking her out
whatsoever—Tori smacks the back of her head. Again.
"How's your day been?"
Lauren sighs in defeat. Ever since she realized that her love for Camila
is strong and may not be as unrequited as she first thought, just thinking about the
tinier girl makes her pulse stutter. She could talk to her two days ago when she
thought she didn't have to impress her because she swore she didn't have a shot, but
now she can barely breathe around the girl.
She prefers staying in the dark.
"It's eight in the morning. Her day hasn't even started yet."
"Give me a break, Tori."
"Love doesn't have breaks, Lauren! Love doesn't call a timeout when
it's tired, it doesn't drink water when it's thirsty. This love drinks you. When are you
gonna start drinking it up instead?"
Lauren clears her throat and avoids the blonde's gaze. "I can't do
this."
"Yes, you can." Tori strains her voice to show the girl just how possible
it is to take love over.
Lauren's green eyes bore into hazel desperately. She wants so badly
to listen to Tori's advice.
Somehow, she believes the blonde when she says that she's making it
more difficult than it has to be.
-
Dinah in, over!!!!
I thought we were done with that.
If we want to execute this plan we need to get into character!!!!!
Assume positions!!!!!
I didn't even think you knew what execute meant.
I!!!! Am!!!!! Offended!!!!!
Are you sure this plan is going to work?
All my plans are foolproof!!!
I don't think it's going to work.
Can you think of a better plan then, ms.doubtful?????
Give me the day.
Time is of the essence!!!!
-

After school, Lauren went straight home when Camila told her about some debate
meeting that was very important, or whatever. Physics was less awkward than it has
been, but Lauren felt jittery the whole time just because of all the love pumping
through her veins that she's trying to blatantly ignore.
"Hey, honey."
Clara's voice rang through the kitchen when Lauren walked in to get
something to eat.
"Holy shit, you scared me. Why are you home so early?"
Her mother looks unimpressed with her language choice but answers
the question regardless.
"I didn't even go into work this morning."
Lauren grabs an apple and leans against the fridge. "Why not?"
Clara stirs the pot she's working on and rests her hip against the
counter.
She shrugs indifferently. "I just didn't feel like it."
Her daughter chuckles. "Just like that? You decided you didn't want to
go and you just didn't?"
"Just like that!"
Lauren fiddles with the apple in her hand and focuses her gaze on a
spot on the floor.
"Is everything that simple?" She asks tentatively.
Clara looks at her silently, tracing over her tiny frown and hazy gaze
focusing on anything but her current reality.
She'd be lying if she said that everything is that simple, but then
again, maybe it's just the grip of routine that makes her doubt herself. Decisions,
ultimately, are hard to make because they disrupt the comfort of a life that's known.
It's hard to move out of the state or country because you're moving away from all
that's known. It's hard to quit a job because you're leaving from a stability that's
known.
In Lauren's case, it's hard to accept this love because loneliness is all
she's known.
"Simplicity is a mentality. Ninety percent of life is the way that you
perceive it. If you think something is hard to do then it will become impossible. Life is
easy. Love is easy."
"What if it's easy for me but hard for someone else?"
"You can't control what other people do. You can only control how you
feel about it."
Lauren's about to open her mouth to speak again, to start groveling in
a misery she's not sure is completely established yet, but her mother beats her to it.
"You can't feel strongly about a situation without knowing exactly how
it will play out. If you don't put it all on the line then you're left feeling sad, or even
happy, about an outcome you haven't experienced. Don't live in your head, honey.
Live in the life you make for yourself."
The green-eyed girl stands upright and continues to avoid her
mother's eyes.
"I—uh—I have homework to do."
Clara gives her an encouraging grin.
Lauren ignores the churning feeling in her stomach.
She realizes that change doesn't feel good while it's happening, but
when she's standing on the border of the city, looking back towards all the buildings
she's created off the barren land and relishing in the gentleness of that moment—the
calm after the storm, the fulfillment when you go after what you want instead of
letting it go with you to your grave—change is her best and only friend.
Every passing second is a second changed. Every breath inhaled a
changing breath.
She realizes her love for Camila is always changing, but the foundation
of adoration and respect and tenderness is always there.

She can't keep this beauty inside of her to herself. She figures it's the most selfish
thing she'll ever do.
Even if Camila doesn't return her feelings it would still feel good to
have her know that she's loved. It's always beneficial to expose your positive energy
to the world.
Lauren has a lot of planning to do.
-
So what's the plan????
The day isn't over yet.
You've had the whole day!!!
 I was in class, Dinah. Do you know what class is?
Rude.
-
Camila's been pacing in front of her bed since she got back from her
debate meeting. It was the most pointless meeting they've ever had and she's a bit
angry at the fact that she couldn't spend the afternoon with Lauren—the object of her
affection and jealousy at the moment.
It makes her skin crawl when she remembers the way that Tori was
mindlessly leaning against the locker like she was so comfortable sharing the same
space as the green-eyed girl. It's a given that almost everyone feels comfortable
sharing the same space as Lauren because the girl is so effortless when it comes to
simply being, but how dare Tori be there in all her perfection?
Camila wanted to fuck Lauren senseless so she would forget the name
Tori ever existed.
She would much rather kiss the name Tori off Lauren's lips; caress her
fingers free from the feel of the blonde; swim so gracefully before her eyes that she'll
want to avoid looking at anyone else because they don't deserve her vision the way
Camila does. But right now the only established relationship they have is sexual, and
it's times like these when she wishes it was so much more.
She glares over at the edge of the bed where she shared herself with
Shawn and she cringes at the mere memory of it.
She texts Lauren to make new memories.
My parents have date night tonight. Want to come over?
d8 night on a thurs?
They aren't very conventional.
clearly
Were you busy?
if by busy u mean falling asleep on my hw then yes i was v busy
Would you rather fall asleep on me instead?
Really, Camila doesn't know where the flirting comes from, but she
just wants Lauren to only have eyes for her—she's come to finally realize—and what
better way to catch the eye of someone you want than by showing them that they're
desired?
don't tempt me
Come over.
b there in ten
-
"Hey, mom. Is it okay if I go over to Camila's for a bit?"
Clara looks at her knowingly.
"Decided to ask me for permission this time? I'm honored."
"I told you that wouldn't happen again."
"How happy it makes me feel that my daughter won't betray me
twice."
"Please?"
"Are you bringing protection? If you run out I always have some for
you."

"Mom." Lauren whines, her face already turning red at the suggestion.
"Just remember that it's easy to protect yourself."
Lauren knows they're not taking about condoms anymore, and she's
grateful for her mother in that moment. Clara is so kind to her despite so many
reasons not to be, and yeah she knows that she's her mother and she's supposed to
love her, but she knows that there are so many people that don't have parents as
wonderful as hers.
Clara pulls her into a hug and Lauren wills herself not to cry over love
that she feels.
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, too."
"Go love someone else for a change."
And yeah, she has the best mom ever.
-
I have a plan.
It's about time!!!!!!
It's tricky but I think we can make it work.
What is it???
-
Lauren is sitting on the edge of her bed.
Camila can still remember everything that happened yesterday and
she's trying really hard not to think about how disgusting she feels to have all these
feelings for Lauren and go do something that practically negates those feelings.
She just didn't want to think about her anymore, but she should've
known that using someone else is never the answer.
"How long have your parents been together?"
Camila stands awkwardly in the middle of her room, fidgeting with her
hands in front of her stomach and falling into curious green eyes.
"They met when they were eighteen and everything clicked. I love
hearing their story. I've always wanted a love like that."
Lauren looks at her meaningfully and nods like she wants the same
thing. She's really close to having the same thing, the only person in her way is
herself.
"Do you think you'll ever find it?"
Camila swallows the lump in her throat and goes to sit beside Lauren,
their thighs and shoulders pressed together.
"I think I will."
 Lauren kisses her because she's run out of questions to ask that won't
give her entire heart away.
Her hand cups Camila's cheek gently, their lips sliding together like
they're making the most beautiful music. Camila lets her hand land on Lauren's
behind them and the black-haired girl immediately intertwines their fingers, no
hesitance at all.
Lauren leads her onto her back, gently climbing over her without
disconnecting their lips, a task that proved to be more difficult than she intended. She
breaks the kiss to look down at Camila's closed eyes and swollen lips and she feels
everything go silent.
When Camila opens her eyes she feels her heart screaming. It's the
only sound she can make out.
They undress slowly, keeping their eyes locked the whole time.
They've barely touched and they already feel like they're on fire. It's amazing how
love can feel you without even touching you, and Lauren lets this realization wash
over her as she gets ready to enter the girl beneath her, condom in place and heart
running rampant.
Camila pushes against her suddenly, and then she's on her back as
the brown-eyed girl straddles her affectionately. Lauren didn't ever think that
something as sexual as their position—their centers grazing delicately, completely
unclothed—could be so soft.
She pictures this moment as a lilac sky, a mint green wallpaper that
you breathe in at the end of a long day, a circular heart without any sudden and
ragged lines to promote the tough lessons it's learned.
She wants to tell Camila right now that she loves her. It'd be so easy
to say those words that have been circulating through her mind, but instead she
smiles lazily and warmly as Camila wraps her tiny hand around her and aligns their
centers, all while looking into her eyes.
She says the closest thing she can other than I love you to make
Camila understand exactly how she feels.
"We're eighteen."
Camila's breath hitches when she hears Lauren say that so gently as
she sinks down onto her.
She doesn't move. She sits on Lauren's lap and just stares at her.
Lauren doesn't move, doesn't question Camila's stillness; she ignores the way her
arousal is driving her insane and lets the brunette look at her intently.
Camila kisses her so slowly it makes her eyes sting with tears.
Lauren doesn't move until Camila does, and even then the most she
does is caress her or kiss her back. She always knows when she's having a moment
of realization, but she's never been aware of someone else having a moment of
realization—she doesn't know exactly what Camila's realizing but it must be
something big if she refuses to utter a word or move too quick, almost like breaking
the silence or slow build of her orgasm would completely shatter this moment and
send her crashing back to earth.
Lauren kept her gaze on brown eyes the whole time, and somewhere
between the moment Camila's eyes slowly close and the girl sits back down on her
and clamps her thighs against her sides, she comes.
She narrows her eyes and lets her mouth fall open slightly, the
pleasure traveling up and down her body before settling and crackling at the pit of her
stomach.
She shudders for a moment and curses herself for finishing before
Camila does, but soon after she's calmed down Camila reaches her peak. She shuts
her eyes tightly and hides her face against the crook of Lauren's neck, whimpering
softly and feeling her stomach jolt when she hears Lauren let out a strained fuck.
She doesn't notice she's crying until she watches a tear travel down
Lauren's neck and onto the pillow beneath her.
"What's wrong?" Lauren asks delicately. She sounds so scared and
small, like it would be the worst thing in the world to be the person to make Camila
cry.
She tries to pull away from her to be able to evaluate Camila's
expression, to be able to understand why the girl is crying and breathing in gasps on
top of her, but Camila's grip only tightens on her sides and she does all she can to
keep her face hidden.
It always feels like they make love, but tonight they made connection.

They both feel the severity of the moment. Camila feels it

exceptionally, but then she starts thinking about her mistake with Shawn and she
can't help but just let it all out.
She didn't want to cry, it just happened, but she doesn't regret it. She
loves Lauren, and she hates that it took her so much time and one too many mistakes
to accept it.
She inhales sharply and presses a light kiss on Lauren's neck.
She talks in a whisper, still wanting the sound of their love to be the
loudest in the room.
"I fucked up."
-
That's an awesome damn plan!!!!!!
You think so?
Hell yeah! Didn't know you had it in you Mani!!!
We'll see how well it works out.
nueve.

Camila doesn't know how it came to this.

Shawn's on top of her and kissing her and she's just not feeling right.
She put herself in this damn situation and she can't figure out how to get herself out
of it. She really does love Shawn, he's a genuine guy and he doesn't mean any harm,
but she just knows that her heart is elsewhere.
It sucks knowing where your heart is and not being right there next to
it.
Because she doesn't know how to push Shawn away and say that it's
been real but she's going to need him to forget this ever happened—because
although she can do exactly that, she's not a monster—she starts bawling
uncontrollably.
She really didn't mean to randomly burst into the freshest tears she's
ever shed, but Shawn's completely pressed up on her, his hard chest against her soft
one, his large hands cradling her face and setting the smooth tempo of their lips.
 It's not a completely horrible experience, but it's not the perfection
she's used to, and it's so hard to revert to the ordinary when she's already experience
the extraordinary.
Shawn stops what he's doing and looks at her in a panic.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Camila takes a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry. I'm fine—I just—"
"You're just into somebody else."
Camila looks at him in surprise. Is she really that easy to read?
"How—how do you know?"
Shawn sits back and gets off of her, going back to sit at her desk as
he originally was.
"Nobody talks about love like that without either being consumed by it
or spit out by it."
Camila sits up and tucks her legs under herself, tying her hair up into
a bun and keeping her stormy eyes downcast. That day at the mall is really what
started shaping her perspective on Lauren. She should've known it would be so easy
to look through.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, Camila. Don't worry about it."
They sit in silence for a few minutes. Shawn thinking about Camila and
Camila thinking about Lauren.
"Who is it?" He asks suddenly. "If you don't mind me asking."
Camila bites her lip, unsure if it would be right to say anything at all,
but then she considers the fact that she's already accepted it and it doesn't really
matter if anyone else won't.
"Lauren."
"Lauren Jauregui?"
Camila nods, and despite the blush burning her ears she is completely
unashamed of her confession.
Shawn releases a long breath and lets his eyebrows settle high on his
face.
"I did not see that one coming."
Camila chuckles dryly. "Me either."
"I thought it would be Austin."
The grimace on her face makes him laugh softly. "I don't think I ever
loved him. I thought I did, but it was nothing compared to this."
"Thank God."
Camila looks at him questioningly and he explains himself.
"You were seriously too good for him. Nobody said anything because
of you but he is just, I mean, I don't even know. Just bad."

Camila throws a pillow at Shawn and he catches it effortlessly, laughing at the joy
that's starting to come back to her eyes.
"Austin wasn't that bad."
"Sure, whatever you say."
Camila looks down at her hands in her lap and sighs.
"I'm still sorry about today."
Shawn looks at her with a warm grin.
"Don't be sorry. Just go get her."
-
"I fucked up." She repeated into Lauren's neck.
"What happened, baby?"
The word only makes Camila cry harder.
The brunette slides off of Lauren and lays on the bed beside her,
letting the tears streak down her cheeks and onto the sheets. Lauren gets on top of
her quickly and slides her arms under her body and squeezes her tightly and lovingly.
She's not going to let Camila turn into herself, she wants her to feel warm and
protected and no matter what Lauren doesn't want to let her go. She wants to absorb
all the sadness out of her.
She doesn't know what's wrong or what Camila did, but to her it
doesn't really matter. Having to see the girl she's in love with not be able to control
her tears is tearing her apart. Even if what Camila did really is as bad as she's making
it out to be she wouldn't care, because at this moment she can't keep breathing
knowing that Camila's breaths are ragged.
"What happened?" She repeats softly into Camila's collarbone, her ear
pressed against the smaller girl's heart and finding comfort in the constant beating.
"I did something so stupid. I'm so stupid."
"You're not stupid, Camila."
Lauren lets her shed a few more tears before asking one more time.
"What happened?"
She feels Camila shaking her head as if she's trying to rid her mind of
the memory that's weighing down on her so heavily.
"Yesterday I felt so bad when I found out that—that you and Tori were
hanging out and, and Shawn was here, and I was so hurt."
Lauren hugs her tighter and squeezes her eyes shut before asking her
next question.
"What did you do?"
Camila sobs out in this moment and Lauren feels her heart breaking
for more than one reason now. Even though she feels so disgusted just thinking about
somebody else knowing Camila in the way that she does she can't help but want to
make Camila feel better.
"Hey, it's okay, don't cry."
Camila finally wraps her arms around Lauren and squeezes her back.
"I wanted to hurt you so bad. It just hurt to know that you don't feel
the same way I do and Shawn was sitting there and I just thought it would make me
feel better, but, but—"
"You have nothing to feel bad about—"
"—I couldn't even kiss him without bursting into tears like a—a hungry
baby, or something—"
"Wait, what?"
"—and then he was all understanding about it like I didn't just lead
him on and use him to get back at you—"
"Camila."
The brunette sniffles. "What?"
"You didn't sleep with him?"

"Of course not, Lauren. But I really wanted to just so I could forget about you."
Lauren ignores the way the thought of Camila with someone else
makes her heart shatter and asks a more pressing question. "Why did you want to
forget about me?"
Camila doesn't respond for a minute and Lauren just waits patiently
for her to gather her thoughts.
"I didn't want you to want anyone else. I can't compete with Tori."
"You don't have to compete with anyone."
Lauren takes this moment to think about everything her mother told
her and everything she's been feeling. Camila's so vulnerable and raw in this moment
and she knows it's up to her to lay all their feelings out there to be picked and
prodded. It is, quite literally, now or never.
There's always been a tenderness that surrounds them when they're
done having sex. Tonight she's going to take advantage of it.
"You know, I never thought I'd ever have to listen to my heart when it
came to somebody else. I didn't think anybody would give me the time of day. Then
you came into my life and my heart wouldn't shut up."
Lauren releases a deep breath and rolls onto her back, gently
releasing Camila from her strong grip and letting their shoulders graze as her head
meets the pillow beneath her.
"There's just something about you I can't ignore no matter how hard I
try, and believe me, I've tried."
They let the words float before their eyes and settle in the silence.
Camila tries to pick apart her thoughts but all she can hear are the same five words
over and over.
There's just something about you. There's just something about you.
"Want to go make some dinner?"
Yeah, Lauren knows that the way to Camila's heart is through her
stomach, but in actual moments of love she didn't think the girl meant it. Brown eyes
are looking at her now, heavy and desperate, like there's so much more to her simple
offer.
Camila kisses her quickly and Lauren understands that maybe the girl
just needs more time to process the thoughts that overwhelm her—what better way
than by distracting herself with the main object of her distraction?
Lauren nods and goes to pick up her pants, getting her compression
shorts on and one leg through her jeans before she's stopped by Camila's small hand.

"Why do you always put your pants back on right when we're done?"
Lauren shifts in place awkwardly. "I just don't want to make you
uncomfortable."
"You've been inside me, Lauren. If I was uncomfortable with it I think
I would've said something before I let it happen seven times."
"You're keeping count?"
"That's not the point right now." Camila huffs.
"Is it because you're uncomfortable?"
Lauren avoids her eyes when the question is asked, and that gives
Camila her answer.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lo. If anything you should feel
selfish for keeping those thighs out of sight." She says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

The black-haired girl cracks a smile and lets Camila gently push her
pants back down her legs.
"Me and you are going to cook dinner in our underwear and I promise
it'll be the best thing we've done all night!"
"The best thing?"
Camila pinches her ass and it makes Lauren jump in place. "Second
best thing." She says with a wink. This playful side of Camila is something she can
get used to.

Lauren nods and keeps her gaze on the younger girl as she slides on and buttons up
the flannel that Lauren left there however many days ago. Camila still looks so
flawless in it.
Lauren, in her black t-shirt and black compression shorts, lets the
brunette lead her by the hand down to the kitchen.
"What do you want to make?" The smaller girl asks as she rummages
through the cupboards for options.
"Pasta?" Lauren suggests as she hops onto the counter and lets her
legs swing beneath her.
"Pasta it is!"
Camila gets water in a pot and leaves it on the stove until the
spaghetti is ready to put it.
"We really only use refrigerated tomato sauce so there isn't much else
to do but wait."
"We can do a couple things while we wait."
Camila steps in between Lauren's parted legs and coyly looks up at
her through her eyelashes.
"We do have some physics homework that needs to be finished."
"Physics can bite me." Lauren whispers as she lets her nose graze
sensually against Camila's, her arms wrapped around the smaller girl's neck and legs
wrapped tightly around her waist.
Camila pulls back right when Lauren goes to close the gap between
their lips.
"I don't think there's a theory for that." She whispers teasingly before
finally letting Lauren kiss her.
Kissing Lauren is—dare she say it—even better than having sex with
her. The green-eyed girl puts so much passion behind her kisses, almost as if she's
trying to spill all her secrets and have them tumble through her lips and into Camila's
own.
It's the most romantic feeling she's ever experienced, and when
Lauren starts sucking on her tongue like it's medicine for her heart's cold, Camila lets
out such an embarrassing whine that she has to pull back to compose herself.
Even with red cheeks and her gaze averted bashfully, Camila doesn't
push Lauren away when she starts to kiss her cheeks, nose, forehead, chin,
everywhere. Lauren finds both of her hands and intertwines their fingers, resting
them gently on her lap as she rests her forehead on Camila's.
Of course, Lauren—being Lauren—disrupts the tranquility by lovingly
proclaiming the silliest statement.
"I hope you're not one of those people who burn water."
Brown eyes look at her completely unimpressed. "You can't burn
water."
"You can heat it up too much and make it shitty. That's a fact."
Camila untangles herself from Lauren's limbs and goes to throw the
pasta into the boiling water, stirring the contents for a second and going to turn back
into the black-haired girl's embrace on the counter when she feels arms wrap around
her waist and a chin tuck over her shoulder.
She lets herself breath Lauren in and rest her weight back onto the
warm girl.
This is what her life could be like if she just admitted to Lauren what it
took her so long to admit to herself. The effortless grazes, the affection, the loving
and rushed words breathlessly spoken into naked bodies and naked hearts; all of this
could become her life if she let it.
If there's one thing she's learned she can't give a shit about it's her
fear. She'll always feed it—that sort of consumption is inevitable—but she won't let
herself be what it's eating.
 Lauren put her heart on the line twenty minutes ago, why can't she do
the same?
"I've never felt like this before." Camila says softly. She lets her eyes
shut when Lauren starts swaying them gently from side to side.

"What do you feel?" Lauren asks, taking this opportunity to get a little more out of the
girl who responded to her proclamation of feelings with a request to make spaghetti.
She's eighty percent sure Camila feels the same way, and honestly, she feels so light-
hearted right now because she never imagined she'd have odds like those.
"I feel like everything is flatlined. Like, I'm finally at the peak of my
emotions after all this time I was trying to tear them apart."
Lauren kisses her neck tenderly.
"I can always go higher with you."
-
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tori. Can you do me a favor?"
"Dinah? How'd you get my number?"
"That's not important right now. Can I count on you?"
"Uh—I mean, what do I need to do?"
"You already have Lauren's trust, which is good, it's great—"
"What?"
"—She can read Normani like a book so it wouldn't work with her but
your friendship is crisp and fresh—"
"Dinah? Are you okay?"
"I'll send you a text tomorrow. Are you in?"
"What text? What is going on?"
"Me and Normani have a plan to get Lauren and Camila together. We
need reinforcements."
"Oh. Why didn't you just say so?"
"So you're in?"
"I'm in! I gotta go eat dinner, though. Tori out!"
"Why can't Normani be more like you?"
Tori giggles through the line and Dinah takes a terrified pause.
"Please don't tell her I said that."
-
Camila's been sitting with her back against Lauren's front on her couch
ever since the movie started.
If she's being honest she hasn't been paying much attention to the
screen. She doesn't even know what movie they're watching. Lauren is distracting
her, more specifically, Lauren's touch.
The girl has been gently caressing her all night; running her fingers up
and down her arm; squeezing her wrists gently and lovingly; placing soft,
subconscious kisses against her cheek or the back of her neck. Camila's never been
so turned on by affection in her entire life. It really doesn't help that she can feel
Lauren through her shorts.
Lauren laughs suddenly at whatever's happening in the movie and
Camila can't handle the way the girl's arms tighten around her abdomen or the way
her entire body vibrates against her laughter.
Camila realizes that Lauren has absolutely no idea about the effect
she's having on her at the moment. The girl is mindlessly grazing against her and
lovingly caressing her as if it's something she's bottled up for so long; something she
can finally loosen her grip on and just do.
The brunette wiggles back slightly and then she's sitting on Lauren's
crotch, and by the way the girl gasps, Camila can tell that she's not exactly
complaining.
"What are you doing?" Lauren practically growls out when Camila
starts to grind down on her.
Suddenly, where Lauren was breathing heavily against the back of
Camila's neck, she's now looking straight into dark eyes as she's straddled.

Her hand's fall onto Camila's hips and she squeezes roughly, guiding the girl along as
she grinds down against her, her eyes flicking immediately towards the girl's soft
neck as she lets her head fall to the side.
Right when Camila moans, soft and sweet—the sound traveling
straight to Lauren's stomach—green eyes snap open and pale hands hold Camila in
place.
"I don't think we should have sex anymore."
Really, she didn't mean for it to come out as horrible as it did, as if the
thought was disgusting, but Lauren had to rush it out because she knew that if she
didn't she'd have Camila on her back on this couch within the next three minutes.
Not that she didn't want that, because she does, but she just needs to
explain herself to make Camila understand that she's coming from a good place, a
new place.
"Oh." Camila says dejectedly, rightfully confused and hurt by the
words that Lauren proclaimed so surely.
She pulls back and goes to stand but Lauren tugs on her wrist gently.
"Wait, I didn't mean it like that."
Suddenly the brunette is yanking her hand away and picking up their
plates from the coffee table, storming into the kitchen, but not before spitting out
over her shoulder.
"It sounded pretty clear to me."
Lauren, who's anger can flip on just as quickly as Camila's, follows the
girl into the kitchen and stands behind her as she scrubs their plates viciously.
"Are you seriously getting mad right now?"
 Camila scoffs, almost sarcastically. "Lauren, you just told me you don't
want to have sex anymore, excuse me for being a little fucking insulted."
The green-eyed girl sighs. "You never let me finish."
Camila drops the plates in the sink carelessly and ignores the loud
noise that it makes. Lauren jumps in place at the sound and takes an unnoticeable
step back when the smaller girl turns around with fire in her eyes.
"I've let you finish plenty of times, or are you forgetting about that
already?"
Lauren does nothing but clench her jaw as she takes in Camila's
defensive stance; arms crossed and hip cocked sassily.
Is she serious right now? How is it that she can turn around
everything that Lauren says so masterfully?
"Are you kidding me? Can you chill out for one second?"
Camila juts her chin out without breaking eye contact and points her
index finger at Lauren after exactly a second.
"There. One second. Now get out of my house."
The brunette walks past her but Lauren stops her by the wrist again,
not letting her leave the kitchen.
"Camila!"
"Don't touch me."
Lauren sighs so deeply when the girl of her fucking dreams breaks
their contact as if she was poisoned and looks at her so impatiently—Camila's eyes
filling with tears that she's trying desperately to blink away—that she makes Lauren
slow down for a moment and consider a new approach on the situation.
She's not going to fuck it up a second time.
"Can I ask you something before I go?"
Camila refuses to look at her but she stays silent and Lauren takes
this as her one and only chance to clear the air.
"Will you go on a date with me?"
If anything, Camila looks even angrier.
"Are you just mocking me now?"
Lauren is about to rip each strand of hair from her head, one by one.
Why did she have to fall for someone so fucking infuriating?
"Don't you get it? I want to take you out and show you off and spoil
the fuck out of you, Camila. I want a normal relationship, I want to buy you dinner
and make out with you at the movies and I want to stutter the first time I tell you
that you mean everything to me. Normal relationships work up to sex they don't start
there. Having sex with you is easily one of my favorite things to do, but I want
everything else about you to be my favorite thing too."
By the end of her rambling—with her cheeks red and the vein of her
neck pulsating—she's out of breath and all out of secrets. At this point, everything
she has tried so diligently to keep to herself, Camila knows.
 She doesn't know that Lauren's desire goes way beyond how she
explained it—she feels as if the moment she started to see Camila in a new light was
the moment she stepped out of mediocre reality—but that's just something she has to
find out on her journey with the girl. If she chooses to go along for the ride.
Camila's brown eyes are wide, her eyebrows high and her lips parted,
almost in awe of Lauren's confession.
"Where are you taking me?" She asks timidly and slowly, embarrassed
by her previous outburst.
"It's a surprise."
"You know I hate surprises." Camila says with an eye-roll. There's the
girl Lauren knows and loves.
"That's exactly why it's a surprise."
"You know I don't know how to swim, and that I'm allergic to shellfish,
and that I hate silent movies."
Lauren steps close to Camila when she realizes the girl is calm now,
spewing out these random facts about herself just to be playful. She grabs the
brunette's hand and intertwines their fingers loosely.
"Let me warn you now that the surprise consists of watching a silent
movie while taking a dip in the pool and then going on a tour of a shellfish factory. I
hope that's okay?"
Camila leans forward and presses a chaste kiss against Lauren's lips.
She lets her gaze fall on their intertwined hands and bites back a blinding smile when
she feels the taller girl rest her temple against the top of her head.
They both know this is a major turning point in their relationship.
Camila whispers so as to not shatter the delicate moment.
"I'm rooting for you."
Lauren knows she has her family's support, her friend's support, hell
even Shawn's support, but she knows without Camila's support her love would be a
fire that would've burned for a few more months and then filtered into
nothingness—just a warmth she would have always carried around in her heart
whenever she thought fleetingly about a girl she once knew.
She has a chance to get to know all of Camila now, all the parts she
shows and hides, all the parts she loves and hates.
Lauren's definitely going to make the most of it.
diez.

"You want me to do what?"

"I kinda have this person I want to ask to homecoming and I need
your help with the preparations."
 "Homecoming isn't for another month."
"The first person to ask someone gets the ball rolling. Get with it, girl."

Lauren, though confused and slightly disgruntled, allows herself to be

tugged by the wrist to an empty classroom after school has ended.
The day before had been, to be it simply—however trite it may
be—magical.
She had left Camila's house with a sweet kiss and a promise to reunite
bright and early the next morning, which they did, exchanging wide-eyed glances and
soft smiles. Physics had been a rush of bashful eye contact and nervous
giggles—Camila had cracked so many jokes that it astounded Lauren, who never
realized just how lame the brunette was or just how much she'd love her for it.
Both girls had made a promise right before the bell rung that they
would wait patiently until their date on Saturday to hang out again. And while it will
be difficult to be away from each other for a whole twenty four hours, they know they
can find a way to manage.
"So I was thinking about painting some cheesy one liner on this
banner and asking them in front of the whole cafeteria."
Oh right, she was with Tori right now. It's so easy to get lost in her
head when it's Camila she's thinking about.
The blonde had dragged her to an empty classroom, illuminated only
by the sunlight streaming through the open windows. If she strained her ears enough
she could hear engines roaring to life and hauling ass out of the parking lot. Soon
enough she'll be doing the same.
"Pretty ballsy move."
Tori flips her hair cockily. "Who could resist this?"
"Anybody, actually."
Lauren leans back against the teacher's desk and keeps an eye on the
way Tori manhandles the banner she's trying to work with.
"Oh please, you totally would've gone out with me if I asked you to."
"Maybe, if it wasn't for—"
The blonde interrupts knowingly. "Camila."
"Guess you break the blonde stereotype."
"I dye my hair, genius."
Lauren shrugs. "That's neither here nor there."
After a moment of silence, Tori discreetly texting the all clear to a very
impatient Dinah, Lauren speaks up again.
"So who's the lucky person?"
Tori smirks. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
-
"No."
"But, Chancho!"
 "Not happening."
Dinah pouts so hard she feels like her lips are going to fall off.
All Camila does is roll her eyes.
"I asked Normani, because I knew you would break my heart like you
are now, and she told me she couldn't because she had to do something after school."

Dinah physically gets down on her knees in front of her best friend and
Camila tries frantically to pull her up, cursing at her under her breath.
"Fine! Fine. But I don't want to have to be your camerawoman ever
again, okay?"

Dinah cheers loudly and hugs her tightly. "I promise! Why don't you like to record
me, anyway? I'm just twerking. Shaking the goodies mah momma gave me."
Camila follows Dinah down the hall towards an empty classroom
where she can quickly record a video of the girl for snapchat or Instagram or
whatever and get out of this godforsaken establishment.
"You know that every time I help you out you force me to get in the
shot too. You know what you do!"
"I don't force you to do anything! It's a free world, Mila."
"It's really not."
"Whatever! You make me seem like such a villain."
Dinah opens the door to a classroom and let's Camila walk in first, the
girl immediately furrowing her eyebrows when she spots Lauren and Tori at the front
of the same classroom.
"Um, hi?"
Lauren jumps at the unexpected turn of events and puts on a similar
look of confusion.
"Camila?"
Before they can really process what's going on, Tori steps around the
two of them and straight out the door, Dinah shutting it behind her and expertly
locking it with the key the janitor let her borrow when she explained exactly what she
needed it for.
(So she didn't really explain what she needed it for, but she gave the
janitor like forty bucks and he was like, "Hey, why the fuck not?". They should
seriously upgrade their janitorial staff ASAP.)
Lauren springs into action first, wiggling the handle of the door and
cursing everybody she could think of at the moment when it didn't open.
"What the fuck is going on?"
She could see Dinah through the door's window and the girl has a
determined look on her face.
"You guys are being idiots and not facing your feelings head on! This is
the only way we could think of to help you guys work it out."
 "We? Is Normani in on this too? And why the fuck won't this door
open?"
"It's the only door that locks from the outside at this school. The
janitor let me read the blueprints when he gave me the key. Come to think of it, I
should probably get him fired for that. Who knows what kind of creeper wants to
come in here and drop a bomb, or something?"
"Or what kind of creeper wants to lock their friends in a classroom?"
Camila finally says after standing in shocked silence as she realizes that her and
Lauren had just been expertly set up by Dinah. The Tongan is horrible at every board
game she has ever played with Camila, and the brunette never thought that she could
be able to pull something of this proportion off if she's being honest.
"You're brilliant." She mutters under her breath, her gaze hazy and
wondrous.
Lauren looks at her with a sigh before turning her angry eyes toward
Dinah, and now Tori, who has popped her head beside Dinah's with a sheepish smile.
"I'm surrounded by idiots."
"I am not an idiot!" She hears Camila huff from behind her—she
swears she also hears the girl stomp her foot, but maybe that's just wishful
thinking—but she only pays attention to the way Tori half-asses her apology.
"I'm sorry! Dinah told me about Normani's plan and she had a point,
alright? You guys were pussyfooting around the whole feelings thing and it just had to
be done!"
"This was Normani's idea? Pussyfooting?" Lauren sighs and goes to sit
on the desk next to the one Camila has decided to sit at. "Did I fall asleep sometime
between school letting out and me driving to my house? Am I sleep-driving? I'm
gonna die aren't I?"

"This isn't a dream, stupid. It's your own personal wake-up call. Take advantage of
it!" Dinah's muffled voice comes through the door.
Suddenly there are feet approaching from down the hall.
"Normani! Hey, girl!" Dinah shouts with enthusiasm.
"The hostages have been quarantined." Tori goes on to say.
Lauren lets her forehead bang on the slick surface of the desk.
"You have got to be kidding me."
She keeps banging her forehead lightly against the desk until she
hears a persistent pssst from beside her.
When she turns to look at Camila, she comes face to face with bright
brown eyes and a wicked grin. She's pulled into a quick kiss and she melts into it
completely, Camila trailing her fingers along her jaw before pulling back and giggling.
"It feels nice to be able to do that whenever I want."
"Who says you could do it whenever you want? We haven't even had
our first date yet. How easy do you think I am?" Lauren says coyly, receiving a light
shove from the younger girl.
Camila spares a quick glance to the door, noticing through the window
that Dinah and Normani have their backs turned to it like they're bouncers at a club.
They are literally surrounded by idiots, but at least they're lovable and have the best
of intentions.
"If they want us to realize our undying feelings for each other, then
how about we give them a show?"
Lauren's eyes light up at the idea of getting the girls back for
shamelessly locking them up with no consent. Consent is everything, people.
The black-haired girl extends her arm in a sweeping manner to the
front of the room with a smile.
"After you."
Camila stands and throws her a wink before hardening her gaze and
clenching her fists by her sides.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Lauren! You don't concentrate
now just like you don't concentrate in physics! I'm trying to find a way out of here
and you're staring at me like you don't understand English. What's wrong with you?"
Lauren stifles a laugh and stands abruptly, letting her desk scrape
loudly against the floor so the girls outside will know that she means business.
"Are you kidding me? Maybe I'd pay attention if your plan to escape
wasn't so inadequate. I have a better chance of getting out of here by digging myself
out with a spork!"
"I knew you'd insult my plan! You can't stand the thought that maybe
I'm smarter than you. You don't always have to be right, Lauren!"
"I don't always have to be, but I am!"
Camila scoffs. "You're so full of it."
Lauren wags her finger with exaggeration and puffs out her chest
playfully. "You know what? Maybe I was wrong once. When I thought you weren't half
bad, I was so wrong about that one. Couldn't have been more wrong if I tried."
"You wish you were wrong about that one! Maybe you just can't stand
the thought of me being everything you've ever wanted. Who hurt you as a child that
you can't accept your feelings?"
Lauren casts a quick glance to the door and examines the way that the
girls still have their backs turned, but have their heads slightly turned so that their
ears can catch as much as possible.
The green-eyed girl gives Camila two thumbs up and an impressed
look for her improvisation, and the brunette playfully returns the gesture with a
curtsey that makes Lauren's heart swell.

"I got all the attention I needed as a kid, you apparently didn't and you thought you
could find all you needed in that stupid ex-boyfriend of yours. Way to pick the cream
of the crop with that one."
 "Cream of the crop? What are you? Sixty?"
"Yes, I am wiser than you, thank you for clarifying."
Camila makes a motion as if she's clawing her hair out.
"You're so infuriating. Sometimes I just want to get rid of you like gum
under my damn shoe."
Camila takes a deep breath and Lauren's prepared to fight back just as
hard.
"And sometimes I just want to push you against a wall and kiss the
shit out of you." Camila says this all in one long breath, and Lauren's own gets
hitched in her throat.
She knows they're acting, but hell if that wasn't one of the most
attractive things Camila's ever said.
"And what stops you? You don't think you can handle me?"
Camila chuckles sarcastically.
"You wouldn't be able to handle me. You can't handle the way I'd
touch you, like you were the last thing I want to have the pleasure of touching. You
can't handle the way I'd look at you, into those green eyes that wouldn't be able to
look away. You can't handle the way I'd kiss you, like I'm trying to suck the life out of
you with my lips."
Lauren's breath had become ragged now, although she's doing a hell
of a job of covering it up. Dinah and Normani were looking head-on into the
classroom now, slowly unlocking the door so they could hear everything as clearly as
possible.
"Do you think you can handle me?" Camila says softly, daringly, and if
Lauren knew any better she'd think that they were a little past putting on a show for
their friends.
"I think I could if you let me."
Tori suddenly pops her head in between Dinah's and Normani's and
she asks excitedly.
"Did they kiss yet?"
Both girls by the door shush her, but none of this broke the eye
contact that Camila and Lauren had established.
Yesterday was a wonderful day because it was a moment of truth.
Today is a wonderful day because it's a moment of doubt. Camila is being vulnerable
right now. She knows that she's a handful—it's what everyone calls her, even when
they know she's listening. She's let it get to her head and has started to believe that
they're right. She's high maintenance and constantly worried and sure, that doesn't
make her perfect, but it makes her human.
Lauren wants to support her through thick and thin, through light and
dark, through trust and doubt. If Camila will allow herself to fall fully, Lauren will be
there to catch her. She just has to make that known.
"I'll always be there for you. If you're stressing out over a paper at
two in the morning I'll be there when you call. If you're stressing out because your
parents aren't letting you do something I'll be there to remind you that you have so
much time to do anything you dream of. If you're stressing out because you feel like
nobody gets you I'll be there to understand you."
Lauren takes a tentative step towards the younger girl and she swears
that everyone's breath in the room hitches with anticipation.
"I don't want to be stressful for you. I want to be the person that can
calm you down and make you feel silly for feeling so stressed about things in the first
place. I just want you to be you, because that's who I fell for."
"You have to kiss now." Tori interrupts again. Lauren throws her an
exasperated look, but her attention is brought back to Camila when she feels the girl
wrap her arms around her neck in a tight embrace.

"Damn, Chancho, if you don't kiss her I will."

Camila steps away from the hug and rolls her eyes at her best friend's
statement.
"We promised we wouldn't kiss before our first date tomorrow."
"Hold up, what date?" Dinah asks quickly.
Lauren grabs Camila's hand and intertwines their fingers, heading
towards the now slightly open door with relief.
"The date we planned out yesterday, you morons." Lauren says as she
pushes Normani back roughly for trapping her in a goddamn classroom.
"So y'all already talked before this?"
They're all walking down the hall now, crowding around the two girls
like they're animals at the zoo.
"Yup. Some would say that your meddling back fired."
Tori raises her hands defensively. "It was all Normani's idea."
"That doesn't make you any less guilty!"
Tori pouts when she realizes she has no response to that.
When they all reach the parking lot, Dinah lets out a low whistle.
"Today was a pretty successful day. I mean even if you guys already
spread the love before we locked you up, at least we revealed your acting potential.
Seriously, don't let that fire burn out."
With a roll of the eyes Lauren separates from the group, hugging
Camila goodbye and significantly flipping off the other three girls respectfully.
Maybe she is a pretty good actress. She did have to hide how she was
feeling for Camila for all these weeks.
Come to think of it, she's still not quite sure how she managed.
-
When Saturday night comes, Lauren is about three seconds away from
becoming a wrecked puddle on her bedroom floor.
She texts Normani, and during their conversation she begins to
wonder why she thought that would be a good idea.
help me
What did you do?
y do u assume i did smth
You always text me when you're caught in shit.
what shit have i been caught in
The one time you had to sneak back into your house.
The one time you took your mom's credit card to buy the new Lana
album and you had to get the money back into her account.
The one time you glued two of your fingers together doing that history
project.
thx
What do you need help with?
my d8 w camila is in like 2 hours. i am freaking out
Why?
bc i have a d8 w her? soon????
You're an idiot.
wut
Stop freaking out. Look.
After a minute of waiting, Normani sends her an image of someone
else's text conversation.
When Lauren clicks on the image she reads the name at the top of the
conversation and her face splits into a smile.
Big Booty Mila

Cheechee! My date is in two hours what do I wear??

Wear nothing!!!! She'd love that!!!!
Be serious. I want to look good.
I'm freaking out.
Why? You know Lauren would propose right now if she could!!!
Nothing to be worried about trick!!!!
Still! I want her to be impressed.
You could wear a trash bag and she'd love it!!! Chill!!!
Little does Lauren know that Normani took a picture of their own
conversation and sent it to Dinah to calm Camila down with.
thx norman
What did I tell you about calling me that?
Lauren doesn't text back, too pumped about seeing Camila again to
care.
-
When Camila opens her front door two hours later, she comes face to
face with the cutest sight she's ever seen.
 Lauren is standing there, shaking her leg gently and nervously while
fidgeting with her hands across her stomach anxiously. The girl exudes bashfulness in
all her glory. She's wearing a polo—a drastic change from her usual t-shirt—and it's
tucked neatly into her pants, wrapped together with a belt.
Camila almost squeals due to how cute she thinks Lauren looks, but
thankfully she contains herself.
When Lauren scans Camila's outfit—a plain and sweet white sundress
that reaches just above her knees—her eyes sparkle suddenly with adoration and
confidence.
"You look beautiful."
The brunette giggles and flips her hair playfully. "I know. So do you."
Camila relishes in the red tint of Lauren's cheeks.
She gets led to the girl's car and once inside she can't keep her
questions in anymore.
"So, where are you taking me?"
Lauren starts the car and heads down onto the main road.
"Somewhere. Have you eaten anything?"
"Was I not supposed to?"
"No, but I was just wondering if you wanted to make a stop
somewhere."
Camila narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Where are you taking me?"
"Asking twice won't get you an answer, babe."
The smaller girl bites back a smile and turns to look out the window.
After about an hour of mindless conversation and driving down
continuously narrow roads, Lauren parks the car in the middle of nowhere Camila's
familiar with. All she can see beyond the dark of the night is a single fence that
spreads as far as her eyes can see.
"Lauren, where are we?" She didn't mean to sound as nervous as she
did. She trusts Lauren, she knows that nothing bad is going to happen to her, but
still. They're in the middle of nowhere, no lights around except a few city lights in the
distance, the moon being the only source to guide them through the night.
The fence shines slightly and it appears heavenly, as if crossing it will
bring her closer to something greater.
They both get out of the car and Camila walks closer to the fence,
fitting her fingers through it and letting her head fall back, gazing up at all the stars
in the sky she can never usually see from within the city.
Lauren comes closer to her with a bag on her back that wasn't there
before.
"We gotta climb it."
Camila looks at her incredulously.
"You're kidding."
"I promise I won't look up your dress if that makes you feel any
better?"
"Do you seriously think that's the issue here?"
Lauren shrugs, a smirk on her face.
"Is this even legal?"
If anything, Lauren's smirk grows wider.
"Of course I'm dating a delinquent."
Before Camila can continue mindlessly mumbling under her breath,
her bottom lip is captured between warmth. Small hands thread through black hair as
she's pushed back against the fence, her body bouncing lightly under the stress of the
action, the taller girl wrapping her arms around a thin waist and squeezing tight.
Lauren breaks from the kiss to whisper against plump lips.
"Do you trust me?"
There's something about the way Lauren's eyes look with the moon
shining directly into them. There's something about the way the question travels
down Camila's throat and to the tips of her fingers.
There's something about the way Camila knows she can't say anything
but yes.
"How about I climb it first, and then if you fall I can catch you?"
"You just want to be my hero." Camila jabs playfully.
"I want to be your everything."
Brown eyes lock onto green and the younger girl is left entirely
speechless. Lauren takes this as an opportunity to climb the fence quickly and
gracefully, landing on her feet on the other side and grinning at Camila.
Camila hooks her feet through the fence's holes nervously, not quite
used to doing anything but walking—and even being a disaster at that.
She hooks her leg over the top of the fence and she's stuck sitting at
the top of it, looking down with a worried crease of the eyebrows.
"Just flip your other leg over so you're sitting on it again."
"I'm gonna die."
Lauren looks up at her with pursed lips. "You're such a drama queen."
Camila quickly swings her other leg around to Lauren's side, bracing
herself for impact with the ground which never comes. She's on her feet unsteadily,
two hands gripping onto her waist for dear life.
"Welcome to the dark side." Lauren says playfully.
"I am never doing that again. You're gonna have to drive through the
fence with your car, I promise you."
"Sure thing."
"So where exactly are we?"
Lauren leads them farther away from the fence. It seems they're
walking through an open field. She stops them after a couple steps and pulls out a
blanket from her bag, laying it on the ground and dumping the rest of the bag's
contents between them as they sit across from each other on the floor—two
sandwiches, just in case; two water bottles, because hydration is key; a candle, which
she lights and places at the tip of the rug for ambiance; and a polaroid camera,
because she's a hipster bitch, but also because she knows that Camila will looks
especially beautiful as pictures hung all around her room to really give all those
quotes some meaning.
"I'm pretty sure these acres are owned by the person that lives in that
house over there. So technically we're trespassing, but it's not like we're blowing the
place up or anything."
"Trespassing is a major offense."
"And Donald Trump isn't a major offense, but he should be, so tit for
tat on this one."
Camila holds her tongue, because hey, the girl has a point.
Lauren lays on her back and keeps her eyes on the sky, Camila sitting
beside her with her legs folded at the knees.
"You probably think I'm a creep for bringing you out into the middle of
nowhere, but there's always so much noise and things happening and I just wanted to
stand still with you."
The younger girl traces over the calm expression on Lauren's face.
She already knows that this is going to be one of her favorite nights.
once.

"Tell me about yourself. Anything that comes to mind. I want to know everything
about you."
Camila and Lauren are both on their backs now, their eyes having
adjusted to the dark night and bright stars. Their fingers are intertwined loosely
between them—Lauren has her legs bent at the knees, swaying from side to side;
Camila has both legs outstretched, her feet twitching every once and a while.
The brunette wastes no time in answering Lauren's question.
"I hate school. Everybody thinks that just because I work hard at it
that means that I love it but I always feel like I'm drowning in that place. I want to be
a writer, and I guess that takes some education or whatever, but I just want to write
about the world and I don't see the world in a classroom, y'know?"
Lauren takes a deep breath and lets the silence settle. After a minute
Camila speaks up again.
"I wish I was good at sports. It's something silly but people usually
make fun of my lack of coordination and it makes me really want to have some just to
prove them wrong. I hate being inferior."
"I fucking hate carrots. Seriously. I want to eradicate them like the
bubonic plague, I swear to God."
"My mom always, always, without fault, asks me to take out the
garbage when I'm watching a movie. It's so annoying, and every time, without fault, I
give Sofi five dollars to take it out for me. My mom doesn't know and you better not
tell her."
She nudges Lauren's shoulder playfully and the girl giggles cutely
while zipping up her lips and throwing away the key.
After about two minutes of silence, Lauren thinks that Camila's done
talking, but then she quietly gets something off her chest.
"I'm super insecure about my body. I never had some major reason
for being afraid of sex. I mean, I wouldn't even call it fear, just caution, I guess. I
don't really like talking about it because people don't understand or think I'm just
seeking compliments because apparently I'm super pretty to everyone but that's not
it. You make me feel very comfortable with myself, though. It's almost like I'm not
even having sex with my body because I feel it all in my heart."
Lauren squeezes her hand as lovingly as she can, turning her head to
look at the way Camila's looking up at the stars but not really seeing them.
"That was so lame." The brunette says with a nervous twitch of the
lips.
They chuckle softly and let the silence sit until Camila turns her head
to look at Lauren with a watery-eyed smile.
Lauren coos softly and cuddles her face into Camila's neck. "You are
the most beautiful person to ever exist. Even the people that aren't born yet don't
stand a damn chance. And thank you. Thank you for trusting me."
Camila's fiddling with her free hands now, relishing in the way that
Lauren's pressed up against her. She clears her throat nervously.
"I—um, also have something I want to tell you. I don't know if it's
even appropriate but—"
"What is it?" Lauren whispers softly, interrupting the girl before she
starts rambling uncontrollably.
"I love you."
Pause.
"No."
Camila, who was extremely nervous to proclaim her love for the black-
haired girl, sits up with Lauren when the girl deadpans her response.
"What do you mean no?" She says half-angrily and half-insecurely.
Lauren catches her eyes quickly and reassures her.
"No—I mean, I love you too, obviously—but you weren't supposed to
say it first."

"Why not?"
Lauren leans over to get her camera in hand and she holds it up like a
trophy.
"I had a plan. I was going to wait 'till the end of the night and tell you
I love you and then you'd tell me you loved me back—who wouldn't—and then I'd
take a picture of you unexpectedly and keep it with me all the time to remember how
lucky I am."
Camila looks at her with a tight smile, as if she doesn't want all her
teeth to crash through her mouth like a wave at the shore, and her eyes twinkle
almost violently, fueled by her adoration for the girl in front of her.
Lauren snaps a picture quickly, thinking that this moment is as close
as her plan will get to being executed.
As soon as the camera is done flashing, Camila is screaming.
"Are you trying to blind me?"
"Yes, actually. As my first act of love I want to take your vision away
so that you can't have eyes for anyone else."
Camila's rubbing at her eyes with a smile growing on her face. She's
so deep in love with this moron.
"I always knew you were the jealous type."
Lauren scoffs incredulously. "Me? If anyone's jealous in this
relationship it's you and your glaring eyes."
"Oh please, who have I glared at?"
"Tori!"
"With good reason! She was totally hot for you!"
"She gave me advice for how to be with you!"
"Well that just means she has horrible game."
Lauren shakes the picture softly to let it develop and she smiles at
Camila.
"I was so nervous for this date."
"Yeah I know. I saw your texts to Normani."
"Wow. Of course she would. I saw your texts to Dinah too, so I guess
we're even."
"We have quite the best friends."
Suddenly, Camila blurts out a question.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Holy shit, Cabello. You're just taking the reins on this one, aren't
you?"
The brunette giggles nervously.
"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, but on one condition."
"What?"
"When the time comes, please let me be the one to propose, okay? Let
me have something."
Camila giggles and surges forward to kiss the crap out of Lauren. Her
girlfriend.
Yeah, this is something she can get used to.
-
Guess what the fuck just happened.
 hello to u too bby
Hey baby. Guess what happened.
??
That's not a guess. That's not even a word.
ok sheesh um what happened
GUESS
ur pregnant
... How'd you guess?
wait what
No I'm kidding. You suck at this.

Anyway. So I'm watching the movie you wanted me to watch.

nightmare on elm street? the recent one?
Yes. And guess who comes in to ask me to take out the trash?
mama
Without fault! And today I had the courage! And I was like 'no mom,
I'm not taking out the trash until I'm done with this movie!'
oh no
Oh yes! And then she stood there with her arms crossed for ten
minutes until I couldn't handle it anymore! And I was like 'fine! I'll take it out!'
weak
And then she smiled like she wasn't just standing there, looming over
my frail shoulder for TEN MINUTES
is tht ur only chore
I wash the dishes sometimes.
ur so weak. my father makes me mow the lawn like hes paying me for
it
spoiler alert
hes not
What does this have to do with me?
rawr
-
good morning
i miss u
You're gonna see me in like half an hour..
ya but school is icky
I'm not icky. Let those two cancel out.
pls no math rn. too early
How was your Sunday?
like u didnt txt me the whole day
... True.
get to school faster pls
 Donut rush me.
suddenly i dont miss u anymore
You love my puns!
i love u. not ur puns
-
"You guys are disgusting. I regret ever meddling and igniting this fire."

Dinah rolls her eyes as Camila texts Lauren to come sit with her for
lunch—something they've never done before.
"Your meddling literally made no difference."
Dinah looks offended by this statement.
"Me and Normani planned for Lauren to spill that beer on you at my
party those weeks ago! That was some good meddling."
"First of all, it's 'Normani and I'. Second of all, we had sex in your
room, so yeah, I think that backfired on you a little bit."
"You did what!?"
"Hey guys!"
Dinah, with her unhinged jaw and wide eyes, turns to look at a smiling
Lauren—with Normani behind her, throwing a wink at Camila who guesses the blue-
haired girl was informed of their date on Saturday—and she starts shaking her head
furiously.
"Go away."
Lauren's smile falters slightly when Dinah says this. "What?"
She looks to Camila with a questioning look and receives a soft smile.
The smaller girl really has missed her, even though it's only been about three hours
since they last saw each other.

"Dinah's just mad because we had sex in her room."

"You told her?" Lauren says as she goes to sit beside Camila, who
immediately presses her body as close to Lauren's as she can without being on top of
her.
"Was I not supposed to?"
"Did you work your way up to it at least?" Normani asks as she rubs
Dinah's back soothingly from the seat next to her, the Tongan shaking her head with
disgust at the new piece of information.
"I really don't see how it's a big deal. We didn't leave a mess or
anything."
"How would you like it if I had sex in your room?" Dinah asks in
outrage.
Camila shrugs, intertwining her fingers through Lauren's underneath
the table.
"As long as I'm not in the room too, I could care less."
 "Unbelievable."
-
i want u to tell dinah
Tell her what?
about how we rlly started
Why?
idk do u think shed accept it
90% sure about it. Why do you want her to know?
i just feel like the more ppl i have supporting me the better
I'll tell her tonight. I'll call you after?
ill b here
-
"She said what?"
"At first she was kinda confused so I had to explain it to her, but then
she started asking questions about how big you were and if you can get me pregnant.
She asked me how it tasted and from that point on I didn't even have any answers. It
was a mess."
"Why would she even want to know that? Who asks that?"
"Dinah is a complex creature. She thrives off my discomfort. You know
she's been saying that your dick is too bomb before she even knew about it? It's like
a part of her knew."
"You're kidding."
"I wish I could kid about these things. So it all went well. I told her
she was now part of an elite club that the members can't speak about. Like a cult
without all the sacrifice."
"But as a member of this cult we would worship what exactly? My
penis? We would all blindly do as my penis says?"
"I really didn't think this through. Can we start over?"
"Sure. Hi, I'm Lauren. Nice to meet you."
"Not from the beginning! You're impossible. Dinah's okay with you. I
knew she wouldn't be a problem."
"I'm glad."
"She may ask you some weird questions though. I think she's not
satisfied with me because I was too flustered to answer her last one."
"What was her last one?"
"If you masturbate. She didn't exactly say it in those terms though,
unfortunately for me. She asked me if you jerked off and then I was like 'Dinah!' so
then she was asking me if you 'beat the meat' and I honestly—God, there's
something wrong with her."
"Wow."
"So do you?"
"Do I jack the hammer? Rev the engine? Polish the gun?"
"Why is everyone I love five years old?"
"I have. But, like, twice. It's... sticky."
"Yum."
"You're gross."
"I bet you won't be thinking that when I have your dick in my mouth."

"I'm sorry, did I accidentally dial a sex hotline?"

"Steamy singles hotline, how may I fuck you?"
Silence.
"Are you there?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was just having a quick intervention with Jesus. He
says I still have a good chance of getting into heaven if I hang up right now."
"Wait! Before you go I have a serious question."
"Is it an actually serious question?"
"Yes."
"Shoot."
"Am I allowed to kiss you in public?"
"I was actually gonna ask you that myself. I feel like you'd give people
more of a shock factor 'cause you were with Austin for so long. Everybody already
sees me as that one gay kid."
"Labels are so stupid. I don't care what people think. My only label
right now is being 'yours'."
"Suddenly I have a favorite label. I've taught you well, babe."
"I'm a fast learner."
"Why do I feel like you're about to make this dirty again?"
"I can't fight it for much longer! Hang up now while you still can!"
"I love you, you idiot."
"I love you too! See you tomorrow!"
-
"So what's it like to have a dick?"
"Dinah."
"What?"
Normani gives her a stern look as they all sit together in the
cafeteria—a habit they've now formed. Lauren just chuckles at the question.
"I don't know. What's it like to have a vagina?"
Dinah purses her lips. "Touché."
"Did you ever want to just, like, live life as a dude?"
Lauren considers the question.
"Not really. I like being a girl. It never really mattered to me that I
wasn't like a girl in terms of my body. I was a girl in terms of my heart."
Camila kisses her on the cheek and rests her head on Lauren's
shoulder, never being able to get over just how amazing her girlfriend is.
"That was a good question, Cheechee."
Dinah shrugs like it's nothing before asking her next question.
"So, can I see it?"
Camila snaps out an answer quickly, her jealous tendencies getting a
hold of her.
"No."
Dinah pouts.
"You're no fun."
-
Two days later, after having established their relationship at
school—much to the displeasure of Austin, but to the pleasure of almost everybody
else with eyes—they were currently making out on Lauren's couch.

Camila's straddling the green-eyed girl, sitting on her lap and softly threading her
fingers through the girl's hair. Lauren—who is slowly getting hard because c'mon
what's a girl to do—is squeezing at Camila's backside and relishing in the tiny squeaks
that escape her lips.
When the brunette starts to let one of her hands travel from black hair
to rest high on a thigh, Lauren pulls back with narrowed eyes.
"Are you trying to cop a feel?"
"Of course not!" Camila responds in a high voice.
"Is this why you insisted I wear basketball shorts? And here I was
thinking you cared about my comfort."
Camila has the decency to look a little sheepish. She reaches forward
to caress Lauren's crotch.
"It is about your comfort."
Lauren stills Camila's wandering hand. "We've been dating for like half
a week."
"How long do we have to date for, then?"
"Until it feels right."
Camila pouts and crosses her arms across her chest. "But it always
feels right with you."
"I just want our first time together as a couple to be romantic. I want
us to build up to it and want it so badly that we explode."
"You want us to explode?"
Lauren gives her a glare, to which Camila returns with a silly grin—her
tongue wedged between her teeth so beautifully that Lauren can't help leaning
forward to kiss her.
"It'll be worth the wait. I promise."
Camila wraps her pinky around Lauren's as their soft kisses turn long
and languid.
 -
Clara has been peering her head around the entrance to the kitchen
and looking out into the living room for the past ten minutes with a large smile and
content heart.
Camila and Lauren are snuggled together, and where they had once
been watching the television, they were now keeping their eyes on each other firmly
as Camila talked about something her sister did to her the other day.
"—and she spit in my cup! Stop laughing! You're horrible."
While Clara grimaces at the disgusting memory, she can't help but
admire the way that Camila can bring her daughter completely out of her shell.
Lauren has tears streaming down her cheeks due to all the laughter she's caught up
in, and she's clutching her stomach like she can't take it anymore. Camila's laughing
along with her, albeit softly, her eyes tracing lovingly over Lauren's features.
Clara can tell just by looking at her that Camila is completely smitten
with her daughter. The visual brings so much warmth to her heart. As a mother, she
was extremely worried that Lauren would have a hard time finding someone to be
with, or even finding friends that would always have her back. She never thought
people would be so accepting. Granted, she did grow up in a completely different
era—but she likes to think she's not that old.
Suddenly Camila is playfully pushing Lauren and the black-haired girl
is having none of it. They start wrestling on the couch—eventually thudding onto the
floor—like a pair of ten year old boys.
Lauren straddles Camila with a smirk, her hands keeping Camila's
wrists down securely. The smaller girl, in an effort to try to regain a position of power,
ends up accidentally kneeing Lauren in the crotch so hard that it leaves the girl's face
completely red.
"Fuck."
Clara goes to step forward when her daughter falls onto her back in a
fetal position, but Camila is already by her side, caressing her face and bringing
Lauren's head onto her lap.

"I'm so sorry, Lo."

Lauren tries to respond with an it's no big deal but all that comes out
of her fucking mouth is:
"My ears are bleeding."
First of all, she doesn't even know what she's trying to say by that.
She tried to say that her ears were ringing—which they were, loudly—but then she
started thinking about the pain and her no doubt busted privates and all the blood
that the freaked out paramedics will have to clean when they come knocking on her
door five minutes from now, because this is surely the type of pain associated with
extreme loss of limbs and death, right?
Clara is watching with worried eyes as Camila whispers softly to the
girl still laying in pain.
She's still not sure what the two girls are to each other since her
daughter is always so flustered to speak about the smaller girl, but by the way that
Camila starts to lovingly place kisses all over Lauren's face before biting her cheek
softly and staying there until Lauren laughed at the way she growled like a rabid
animal, it's safe to say that there are definitely some feelings that have come up to
the surface.
Clara doesn't know what's happening in her daughter's love life—all
she knows is that Camila makes Lauren the happiest girl in the planet—and she's
never before been so satisfied with the unknown.
-
"I think I get it now."
"I'm a great teacher."
"So modest, too."
"Hey, if you won't appreciate me, someone has to!"
"I always appreciate you. For example, can you stay with me on the
phone for a while longer until I finish my homework? Your presence will be greatly
appreciated."
"I see what you did there and I don't like it, but sure I'll stay on."
"Thank you. No talking, though, I need to concentrate."
"Lame."
"Shhh."
After a while of Lauren mindlessly watching television and smiling like
an idiot every time she heard Camila mutter something under her breath, she realizes
that the line's been silent for the past twenty minutes.
"Camila?"
Silence.
"Hello?"
Lauren scoffs with disbelief. Her girlfriend asks her so sweetly to stay
on the line only to betray her trust and fall asleep without a second thought.
Lauren almost coos to herself when she hears Camila's soft and
squeaky snores.
She takes her phone away from her ear—radiation kills—after an hour
of listening to Camila sleep—which was not creepy—and she puts in her earbuds.
She stays up almost the whole night.
Lauren can forgive her for falling asleep, just this once.
-
Camila is having a great day.
It's finally the last day of the school week and it's safe to say that this
has been one of her favorite weeks of school ever. Lauren has been treating her
wonderfully in school and lunch is now her favorite time of the day and all is well.
She's currently in her physics class, trying to pay attention but failing
when she notices that Lauren's asleep.
The girl has her head balanced on her right fist facing Camila—she's
not even trying to look like she's writing down notes—and her eyes keep twitching
like she's trying to open them.
Camila can't get over how cute Lauren is. This girl that is more than
the eye can see and more than most people can comprehend loves her back, and if
that doesn't make her the luckiest person ever then she doesn't know what will.
When class ends and the obnoxious bell makes Lauren jump in her
seat and gaze dazedly around the classroom, Camila giggles to herself.
When they're walking down the hallway and Lauren lazily intertwines
their fingers, her eyelids drooped like they're on the verge of closing again, Camila
doesn't hesitate to say of course when Lauren asks to borrow her physics notes.
(Lauren can borrow anything she wants and she never even has to
give it back.)
When Lauren smiles widely and affectionately when Camila takes her
keys out of her pocket and offers to drive them back to her place to nap, Camila
smiles with her.
She's so in love at this point she can't even help it.
She doesn't want to.
At.. Last

Lauren doesn't understand why she's so turned on right now.

She's sitting in her school's auditorium and it's been three months
since her and Camila got their heads out of their asses and started a relationship.
Three months without touching the entirety of her girlfriend's beautiful skin.
It's extremely inappropriate that she's trying to hide a hard one in the
middle of a debate competition. Tori's next to her and smirking like she knows and
she does but Lauren's just going to pretend like she doesn't.
She tries paying attention to what Camila's actually saying instead of
zoning out and fantasizing about all the different ways she can make her scream. It
hasn't even been that long without sex and she's already acting like all her organs are
going to fail without it.
"—the point is that you can't expect the world to grow if we continue
to keep each culture contained."
"How can a single culture grow if it's being spread thin to others who
will only mutilate it?"
"Isn't culture a way to find individuality?" Camila responds to her
opponent's question with a question of her own, and after those words leave her
mouth—the way her lips curl, her eyebrows furrow, and her eyes portray just how
badly she wants to kick this school's ass—Lauren's a goner once again.
She shifts in her seat and smacks Tori's arm when the blonde snorts.
"Shut up."
"Okay, hardy."
-
"You did great, honey bun."
Lauren pulls her tiny girlfriend in for a tight hug and intertwines their
fingers as they walk to the car. Tori, thankfully, had to leave early, no longer being
able to mock Lauren's excited body.
"I hate that school. They always try to make me look like my hands
are dirty with everything I say."
"You're such a drama queen."
Camila looks at her seriously. "Debate is an art."
Lauren holds her hands up in mock surrender and lets Camila drive
the car after she was told it helps the other girl calm down. Whatever that means.
They end up at Camila's empty house ten minutes later and Lauren's
blushing because she's getting the look from the other girl and really, she should've
seen this coming.
Camila's kissing her, suddenly. Her teeth are nipping at her bottom lip
and her chest is pressed so firmly against Lauren's that the taller girl is ignited. There
are hands on the button of her jeans and then her pants are by her ankles. She trips
backwards and thankfully lands on the couch.
"Uh—aren't your parents getting home soon?"
Camila straddles her and flips all her hair to her left side and smirks so
sexily at Lauren that she lets her eyes get as wide as they can. She probably looks
extremely foolish but she has the hottest girlfriend in the world so who the fuck
cares?
"I don't know. I don't care."
Lauren's about to protest, rightfully, but then Camila's grinding and
kissing and—wait, what does the word parents even mean again?
"Hello?"
A tiny voice speaks up softly from the top of the staircase and the girls
on the couch freeze. They hear tiny steps descend and Camila quickly pops up after
giving Lauren a stern look.
"Don't give me that look! You started it."
Camila's stern look only intensifies.
Lauren rolls her own eyes and quickly pulls her pants back up.

"Hey Sof, what are you doing up?"

The little girl responds by talking about the very
detailed—exceptionally detailed for a six year old—dream she just had. Camila, being
the wonderful older sister that she is, listens intently and asks all the right questions.
Lauren tries to ignore the fact that she's sitting on the Cabello couch
with a hard on—her third hard on of the night.
Today is probably the longest day of Lauren's damn life.
-
"Did you guys fricky frack yet?"
"Dinah, what the hell?"
Normani is looking at her Tongan friend with an incredulous
expression. First off, why would she ask that? Second off, why would she ask that like
that.
She thinks about it for a second and then figures that it's Dinah, and
she's been known to ask much worse.
Camila looks more frustrated with her answer than she does with the
question.
"No. Every time we try to fricky frack we get interrupted."
Lauren eyes her warily and mutters don't encourage her under her
breath.
Dinah smiles like she has the grand solution to their problems.
"Being the best friend that I am, I'm willing to lend you my house
tomorrow night. It'll be empty. I promise."
Camila eyes her suspiciously. "What do you want in return?"
 Dinah looks at her with faux incredulity. "You don't think I would do
this out of the kindness of my own humongous heart?"
"No." All three girls voiced at the same time.
"Rude."
Lauren speaks up. "Seriously, that sounds great. But what do you
want?"
Dinah pauses—probably for dramatic effect or some equally ridiculous
reason.
"I want to see Lauren Jr."
"Jesus Christ."
Camila rolls her eyes. "Not happening."
Lauren looks like she doesn't even care anymore. "If I show you, will
you seriously let us use your house?"
Dinah nods enthusiastically.
Camila stops this before it goes too far.
"Or, how about I give you twenty dollars and draw you a picture."
Dinah seems to contemplate the offer. "Twenty dollars and you tell me
how big she is."
Camila shrugs, says why not, and ignores the way that Lauren looks at
her like she's lost her damn mind. She'd honestly rather show Dinah than let Camila
size her with her jaded estimation.
Dinah jumps in her seat like a giddy kid on Christmas morning.
Camila hands her a twenty and the Tongan leans forward across the
lunch table.
"So how big is it?"
"Big enough. Thanks for letting us use your house tomorrow. Means a
ton."
Dinah scoffs. "Was I just played?"
Lauren kisses her girlfriend's smirking lips. She's such a clever idiot.
-
The next day, they were lectured by Dinah as they sat on the couch in
front of the pacing girl.

"Here are the ground rules, you horn-dogs. Number one: no suspicious activity in any
of the rooms, it's either in here, or outside on the patio—"
"You want us to have sex outside like animals?" Lauren questions.
"And why would it be any better to have sex where everyone sits?
Besides, we've already done it in your room, it's not like it's sacred anymore." Camila
pipes up.
"Fine, you're allowed in my room. Ground rule number two: I don't
want any sticky situations. So, Lo, try not to spray all over the place or whatever—"
"I'm not a sprinkler system, Dinah."
 "I don't know how that works—"
Camila interrupts this time. "It's not a water gun, genius."
Dinah rolls her eyes and continues on with her ground rules.
"Number three: wear a condom. I don't want babies to be made in the
Hansen household anymore because there are enough of us in here already, and
nobody wants little Lauren's and Camila's running around."
Yet, Lauren mutters under her breath, making Camila smile and bite
her lip bashfully.
"Number four: no taping. My room can never be publicly associated
with your naughty acts and—"
"Who do you think we are?" Lauren interrupts once again and Dinah
has had enough.
"No more comments until I'm done. Thanks. Number five: don't look
at the pictures of me I have up in my room. I don't want you nasties thinking about
me while you're doing the fricky frack."
Lauren's about to open her mouth to protest but Dinah shoots her a
scolding look and raises her pointer finger warningly.
"Eh eh. I'm just a phone call away if you guys need anything. Me and
Mani are going to the movies so you have about three hours."
Camila and Lauren sit in silence, wondering if it's okay for them to
speak yet.
Dinah waves her hand impatiently and Camila decides to pester her a
bit before she has to go. All as payback for these ridiculous ground rules.
"Do you have any toys we can use? I'm feeling a little frisky tonight."
Dinah looks at her very seriously before walking to the front door.
"Not funny."
"Who said I was joking?"
"Your girlfriend's already got a dick, what more do you want?"
"Maybe the toy isn't for me?"
Dinah looks questioningly at Lauren who only gives her a wink,
spurred on by her girlfriend's antics. The Tongan shakes her head and mutters
something under her breath before walking out the door and locking it soundly.
The two girls in the house look at each other and giggle before walking
up to Dinah's room and settling themselves on her bed.
Camila, like always, straddles Lauren and ends up sitting on her lap as
she kisses her softly at first. She gets to grind on Lauren's body—her hands gripping
black hair as Lauren's hands firmly grip her hips—before the girl under her is breaking
their kiss with laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry—it's just—I think Dinah's our pimp now."
"Really, Lauren?"
"I'm sorry! It's just weird that we had to set this up like some—some
sex appointment, or something."
"When else are we going to have the time to do this? I've been so
busy with college stuff lately and debate is getting complicated and Sofi has almost
walked in on us twice. Thankfully, the first time was innocent, but what if she saw me
with a penis in my mouth? I really don't think that'll blow over too well. And what if
she tells my parents? I mean, my mom knows but my dad doesn't and—oh God, what
if he kills you? You stole his daughter's seed—"

"I'm pretty sure that's not the expression. Wouldn't I be the one with the seed in this
situation?"
Camila smacks her arm. "Now is not the time for your jokes, Lo! This
is serious. What if my dad finds out and then tells your dad? Would your dad kill me
for popping your cherry?"
"You're seriously mixing up those expressions, babe. And no. My dad
would probably high-five you. If you say it nicely, he might even take us out for ice
cream."
Camila narrows her eyes. "Are you joking again?"
Lauren shakes her head. "I really wish I was."
Camila deflates and nuzzles her face into the crook of Lauren's neck.
"So you don't want to do this with me?"
"Hey, don't say it like that. Of course I want to do this with you,
especially with you, but I just think it should happen naturally. Maybe we keep
getting interrupted because the moment isn't right. The universe is talking to us."
"The universe is dumping buckets of cold water on me and I am
freezing."
Lauren chuckles and hugs Camila tightly.
"You want to watch a movie? Dinah talking about it kinda made me
want to watch one."
She feels more than sees Camila shrug.
"Sure."
-
When Dinah returns to her house and walks up to her room to find her
two friends cuddling and sleeping on her floor, she rolls her eyes.
She decides to watch some TV in the living room until they get up.
She's not a monster, after all.
-
A week later, the couple is alone in Lauren's house after school.
This wasn't something they planned. Lauren actually didn't even know
that her parents weren't going to be back until later, much to her luck.
Her and Camila have been making out on her bed for the past ten
minutes, and without putting much thought into it, Lauren takes off Camila's shirt and
throws it somewhere in her room. She kisses her tenderly and softly, slowing down
the quick pace they first established. Lauren gently flips them over so she's on top
and she's kisses down Camila's neck to above her bra, removing it before paying her
undivided attention to her girl's chest.
She lets Camila's breathy moans encourage her and she kisses down
her stomach, sliding off the brunette's jeans when her brown eyes look at her lustfully
and lovingly.
When Camila is lying on her back in nothing but her underwear,
Lauren's overcome with her intense love for her.
"I love you, you know that?"
Camila looks at her with her big brown eyes and charming, bashful
smile, and nods twice.
"I love you more."
"Impossible." She responds and she gently slides Camila's underwear
down her legs and kisses along the inside of her thighs.
"No, it's not." Camila argues despite her voice wavering at the sheer
anticipation of it all. She can feel Lauren's breath so close to where she wants her lips
the most and she can't remember the last time she's felt this desperate. She's so
eager that she's practically shaking.
When Lauren swipes her tongue suddenly over her clit, she's a goner.
"I love you more." The green-eyed practically whispers into her. Even
with all the pleasure overcoming her, she can't help but want to come out victorious
with her undying love for Lauren.

"I love you more." The end of her statement comes out like she's lost all the air in her
lungs because right as she started talking Lauren decided to slide a finger into her
and work her carefully.
"Camila, I genuinely love you so much. Let me have this one." Lauren
is kissing her thighs and working her finger a bit faster inside her as she delicately
rubs her clit with her thumb.
Camila, being the stubborn little shit that she is, shakes her head—her
eyes squeezed shut and mouth partially open, trying desperately to not come after
only about two minutes of being touched.
"No." She moans out. Lauren chuckles throatily and Camila knows this
doesn't mean good news for her.
"Let me have this one." Lauren repeats as she enters another finger,
making her girlfriend's breath hitch.
Camila releases a squeaky whine and she gives Lauren another firm
no before she realizes what a mistake that was. The black-haired girl decides in that
moment to slowly pull her fingers out of Camila and to stop the fluid movement on
her clit. This just makes Camila whine louder and more desperately.
"Fine. You can have this one, but please, get inside me."
Camila sits up and helps her girlfriend take off all her clothes. Lauren
is on top of her, kissing her as she strokes her girlfriend just as gently. She blindly
reaches for a condom in Lauren's bedside table and almost shouts with relief when
she finds it easily.
She rolls it on and goes to turn them over—for some reason Camila
just feels so much better being on top—but Lauren stops her.
"I want to try something."
Camila furrows her eyebrows. "What?"
"Do you trust me?"
Camila looks up at Lauren's loving green eyes and beautiful, exposed
body. She doesn't think she's ever trusted anybody more. She nods firmly and allows
Lauren to position them so that she's cuddling Camila as the big spoon.
The brunette is incredibly turned on by the way she feels Lauren's
arousal placed between her legs. Lauren's chest is pressed up against her back and
she's laying loving kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder blade. She feels a
hand tracing up her stomach to gently tug at her nipples and lovingly palm her
breasts and she doesn't think she can take any more of this.
"Please, Lo."
Lauren doesn't think she can take any more of it either, so when she
hears Camila begging, she grabs her arousal and positions it at Camila's entrance,
pushing in gently. They both gasp softly at the contact they haven't had in so long.
Lauren squeezes her eyes shut when she feels how much tighter
Camila is from this angle. She places a hand on Camila's thigh and holds onto it
gently as she moves forward into her. The brunette moans so delicately and
breathlessly that Lauren feels her heart tremble with it.
She's so in love with this girl and she's so ready to show her just how
much.
After slowly rocking into her a few times, she trails the hand holding
onto Camila's thigh to her clit and rubs the bundle of nerves until Camila's thighs are
left shaking.
Lauren is struggling to contain herself with all the stimulus she's
receiving—the tightness between Camila's legs, the way the girl's backing into her so
that she can reach deeper, the way Camila's ass feels as they meet in the middle, the
way that her own breasts feel pushed up against Camila's beautiful back, and all of
this is nothing when compared to the feeling that crawls over her due to the noises
that Camila's making.
Her soft whines and breathy whimpers puncture the air and leave
Lauren more breathless than all the exertion does. Each sound rips away a piece of
Lauren's heart until her chest is empty and hollow, each moan her new heartbeat,
pumping love through her veins and making her realize that maybe Camila really is
her reason to live.
She doesn't let herself come until Camila does, and when the smaller
girl does, Lauren can physically do nothing to stop the onslaught of her own orgasm
from washing over her.
The black-haired girl feels the way that Camila backs into her until
they are almost painfully pressed together, as if they were about to become one
body. Lauren bites down gently..
MY COPY SERIOUSLY ENDED THERE.. SO FOLKS YOU JUST HAVE TO
USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS.
THERE WAS A WHAT-SEEMED-TO-BE A CHAT BETWEEN CAMILA AND
DINAH THAT WAS HILARIOUS AF
THEN REMEMBER NASH THAT USED TO HIT ON CAMILA BACK THEN?
HE TRIED TO HIT ON HER AGAIN. LAUREN WAS THERE WATCHING THE SIGHT
UNFOLD, JUST WATCHING. OFC, CAMILA TURNED HIM DOWN LIKE A FUCKING PRO
SO WHEN THE BOY LEFT, C & L TALKED ABOUT HOW LAUREN'S DICK GAME WAS
BOMB AF THAT HE DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE.
THE END.

Thank you, 'Sue' for writing this wonderful story.