By: orphan_account
(2013-08-25/2013-09-24)
Notes:
This chapter is different. I've begun adding dates so that it's easier to get a grasp of the timeline because I skip ahead very frequently.
Chapter 5
Thursday, November 7th, 2013
"You can't be serious?"
"I totally am!"
"That's priceless!" Lauren says, fits of laughter following.
"Don't laugh at my pain!"
"You're the one who ordered pizza in her sleep."
"I have issues." Camila leans back into the headboard of her bed, adjusting her laptop so it sits more comfortably on her lap.
"Is there a sort of AA meeting for that? I'm sure theres a pizza therapist somewhere."
"Harry's looked."
"I can be more efficient." Lauren says, slightly jealous at the mention of Harry. She's seen the boy a few times over the course of the past week. She knows, from what Camila has told her honestly, that Harry is a close friend and practically a brother, but despite that, she's left with a sort of longing to be in his position. To get to know Camila personally, to physically be there with her. It sort of scares her to admit that.
"Sad part is, I totally paid for it and ate it."
"Should've called, I would've came over to join." Lauren fires back, happy at the obvious smile on Camila's face.
"Could've caught the red eye." Lauren knows intuitively that Camila is joking, but the smile that was wide before has turned soft and Lauren really really wants to just think that Camila means it.
"Someday." She chooses to say instead.
"How about, New York?"
"What?"
"Are you still visiting New York?"
"Yeah. A few days after Christmas through New Years."
"I'll see you then." It's terribly nonchalant and Camila is hiding beneath layers and layers of cool and calm and that silly smile. Lauren doesn't know she's serious.
Not until she hangs up the skype call, about an hour later, when she sends off a quick text to Camila; 'Thanks for that. It made my day a lot better, were you serious about NY?'
The reply comes a few seconds later, 'It's not far at all and Harry and I were looking to leave Boston for a bit anyways. I'd love to see you, I swear I'm not an old man.'
That's when Lauren doesn't know whether to scream from happiness or cry because she's already in very deep and she can't turn herself around. This girl, a girl she got to know from the inside out, from her deepest thoughts splayed out in words, placed together delicately for everyone and no one to read, to seeing her face almost daily and wishing she was there.
