Under the moonlight (Camren)

6.

Laurens POV

"Camila, are you ok?" I felt her nod. "I'm here, nothing can get you."

"I know, and that's what scares me."

"What? What do you mean?" I ask her. "I know people at school see me as a freak, but I swear I'm not." I pleaded. She looks up and meets my eyes. But no words are spoken. 

After a while, it has gotten cold outside, so I made a move to get up. "Where are you going? Please don't go." Camila asks me, wide brown eyes looking at me. I giggled softly. "I won't go, I'm just getting something to drink. Do you want anything?" 

She relaxed visibly. "Uh, some water would be nice." I smiled and went back inside. This gave me the small amount of time to go over the situation again. Camila Cabello, head cheerleader, my crush for the past 3 years, came to my house, completely bewildered. She didn't speak much, but is scared of me. Why did she come to me when she's scared of me?

Also, she dreamed about Austin doing something she didn't want. What did he do that she's so scared of him? 

And that sudden panic attack must say something. But I don't know what. And best of all, she doesn't want to go back home, no matter what she needs to do. 

I realised that I've been away for quite a while when I hear Camila at the top of the stairs. "Lauren? You there?" She asks caustionsly. 

"Yeah, I'm here." I scream back. I hear a soft sigh, and she mutters some words that I can't catch. I walk back up the stairs and I walk back to my balcony. I motioned for her to sit back down. 

"Okay so." Camila starts. "Promise me you won't judge and help me." 

I look in her eyes. In the chocolate brown eyes I started to love, I see a lot of emotions. Anger, hurt, but mostly fear. "I promise." I say. She starts to talk. 

Camila's POV

"It's a lot to take in, and we'll be here for a while. That is, if you let me talk ofcourse." I say scared. I don't know why I'm here exactly. She nods and I continue. 

"So, uhh, I don't really know where to start, so I'm just going to say it, and continue from there." I see Lauren frowning, but with a small smile of comfort. 

"I'm gay." 

Silence. I don't say anything, Lauren doesn't either. I started to regret my decision when Lauren gets up. "W-what?! You're telling me that I've been terrorised for the past THREE YEARS, for the exact same thing you just told me?!" She screams at me. I flinch when she throws a pillow. I didn't know I was crying until I feel Lauren put her soft hands on my cheeck, wiping tears away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." She says softly. I still see the hurt in her eyes, but there's also a bit of concern, and it gives me a tiny bit of hope, that I'm not alone. "I just- I really hated my life, because of it. And you're telling me that we're alike, but it doesn't hurt you, it just sucks." 

"Don't tell me that it doesn't hurt me! You have no idea how much this hurts me." I say angrily. I get that it hurts, but that gives her no excuse to assume things like that. Lauren sat down and backed away. 

"Sorry, you're right. I don't. I'm sorry." She says, guilt all over her face. "It's fine, but please, just let me talk until I say you can say something." She nods and I start my story for the second time. 

"I've known I've been gay for pretty long now. But I've always pushed away those 'thoughts' because everyone I know said it's bad and gay people go to hell. I heard it so many times, the speech my parents give everytime something that has anything to do with lgbtq+ comes on the tv."