Under the moonlight (Camren)

8.

Camila's POV

"Lauren? I'm finished, do you need to shower next?" I ask, looking around the house. My body is wrapped up in a towel, since I forgot to bring clothes in the bathroom. I walk pass an open door, peeking inside. I think this was the room Lauren wanted me to stay in. 

The walls are painted in a shade of mintgreen. It's calming. The furniture looks pretty old, as if it hasn't been used for decates. Very different from my room. No, wait, the room I used to call mine.

I almost jump when I see a body motionless laying on the bed. With a closer look, I see the raven haired girl sleeping softly. I didn't know she was that tired. I see my suitcases standing in the corner of the room, empty. 

"Did she clean up my clothes?" I mumble under my breath, carefull not to wake Lauren. I open the wooden closet, and my clothes are indeed neatly folded in sections. I smile, she didn't need to do that, but it was really sweet she did. 

I grab a tee and some shorts, quickly putting them on. I think Lauren is asleep but you never know for sure, and I'm not ready to let her see my body. It's not that I think I'm ugly, but pretty is something else. I'm avarage. 

It's only then that I notice that the sleeping girl takes up all the space in the bed, and even if she wasn't, I'm not sure she even wants me in there with her. I don't want to sleep in her bed without asking, but I'm not gonna wake her up. 

I see a soft blanket hanging over a chair, and I pick it up to put on the ground. I look around and I see one more blanket in the closet, grabbing that to wrap myself up in. I put on a sweatshirt to make sure I won't be cold tonight, before laying down on the blanket. 

"Goodnight Lauren." I wisper, before drifting off in a deep sleep. 

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Lauren's POV

'Well, that was one hell of a good night sleep.' I thought when I woke up. Then it downded on me that I wasn't in my room. Then I saw the figure laying on the ground, making me scream and waking her up in the process.

Camila jolts up, her eyes dart around. They settle on me after noticing nothing is wrong.

"Why.Are.You.Screaming?" She says annoyed, lying back down on the blankets. 

"I'm sorry, you scared me. I didn't think anyone would be in here, I'm not used to have company in the mornings." I shyly say, looking away from her chocolate eyes. I wasn't used to have any company in the mornings, and certanly not company that looked that good without doing anything. 

"No, it's fine. You just scared me." She says softly, getting up again. The sweater she was wearing exposed a bit of her toned stomach and I needed to look away before she caught me staring. 

"What time is it?" 

I look at my phone and notice how it's 7.15 AM already. "Shit, we need to hurry." Is all I say before quickly getting out of Taylor's, and I guess now Camila's, bed. 

I run to my room, putting some clothes on and dashing to my kitchen, making Camila and I some breakfest. Due to the little time we have left before we need to go to school, I settle on some french toast and orange juice. The brown-eyed girl walks down the stairs, and my jaw drops at her outfit. 

She's wearing a white tight fitting long sleeve crop top, with a short leather skirt underneath. Her hair is made in a tight ponytail. Shortly said: She looked hot. 

She smiles bashfully, but ignores my blatand staring and grabs some toast. I regain my posture, snapping into reality as Camila starts talking. 

"So, I thought it would be better if we talked about this before school." She starts. I nod, having no idea what she was talking about.