Camren Lust

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Lauren’s POV:

 

We stayed out pretty late in the courtyard with so many of the other talented students. We made some new acquaintances and met a few of our teachers. The karaoke party turned into a dance-along-with-the-music party. Camila is a pretty bad dancer, but in the funniest way possible. Actually most adorable way possible, maybe it has something to do with her hurt ankle but she’s always a little off with the beat, but she doesn’t care what we think and I love that about her. She’s so cute, I just wanna pull her in my the waist and kiss those perfect lips.

“Hey you wanna head back to the dorm? I’m getting tired,” Camila asked me.

“Yeah sure,” I agreed, being tired myself.

“Okay, we’ll see you guys later.” She said to the others and we were on our way back. “So that was a lot of fun, your voice really is amazing Lauren.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to hide my red face, “Your better though.”

“No way! You’re always right on key, and it’s like you sing right from your soul.”

“Yeah but those little up-downs you do are perfect. It adds your own little flare to the song and makes it your own,” I told the girl.

“Some people don’t like that..” she said, putting herself down.

“Hey,” I nudged her shoulder, “Don’t say that.”

“Why it’s true?” she looked hurt.

“Hey.” I stopped walking and lightly grabbed her arm so she stopped as well, we turned to face each other. “Anyone who says you’re not an amazing singer is out of their mind. Don’t let the critics get to you Camz, you are perfect.” Fuck, did I just say that? She looked at her feet and awkwardly played with her fingers. “I’m sorry.. is it okay if I call you Camz?”

“Yeah yeah, no it’s not that,” she looked into my eyes with those perfect chocolate brown orbs.”

“What is it then?” I asked, generally concerned because she looked so sad.

“It’s just.. my family always criticized it. Well, except Sofi, my little sister. They wouldn’t let me sing in the shower ‘cause it was too loud and annoying. I was always told I wasn’t good enough when I wanted to audition for things, like The X Factor and stuff, my parents said I couldn’t.. I don’t know. I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” She started walking again but I stopped her and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Being criticized from a young age is awful okay? It’s not stupid. It’ll always affect you, there's always going to be that little voice in the back of your head but you need to push through it. It’s going to be okay though, you can do it.”

“Thanks Lauren, and yes. You can call me Camz.. I like it a lot actually. No ones ever called me that before,” she smiled and made me smile. I grabbed her hand in a friendly way and started to walk again.

“No need to thank me.. Camz,” I could almost feel the smile on her face grow without even looking at her.

We walked like that, hand in hand, back to the dorm in a comfortable silence. We got back at almost eleven and decided to go to sleep. In the morning we both had different classes at nine, I had Normani in mine and she had Dinah, and Ally was in some other class.

 

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I woke up to my alarm at 8:15 the following morning. I saw Camila jumping at the sound in her bed, making us laugh as I turned it off. Damn that girl is even beautiful in the morning.

“Ugh.. day two and I already don’t want to get out of bed,” she groaned. I jumped right out of bed though, being the morning person I am.

“Let’s go lazy!” I joked and threw a pillow at her. I grabbed my shower stuff and headed towards the door.

“Not nice!” she yelled back sarcastically and threw the pillow at me, but missed and hit the door.

I took a quick shower and noticed that Camila never came in, maybe she’s just going to shower later. I head back to the room to find the girl asleep in her bed again. I put some clothes on then open the curtains and let the light radiate through the room. She groans and moves a little.

“Wake upppppp, you’ll be late,” I pulled her blanket, but I didn’t realize she had wrapped herself up like a burrito and she rolled almost off the bed but I caught her before her head hit the nightstand. I sat on the floor right there because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stand, and she wasn’t too happy with me.

“What the fuck dude? I could have died!”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, come on I wanted to hit Dunkin’ Donuts before class. Get some real clothes on.”

“What if I want to go to class in my pajamas?” She said.

“Hey be my guest but I need my coffee so you’re either with me or you’re not.”

“Finee.. give me ten minutes.”

“Fair enough,” I said and sat down on my bed to find six missed calls from my fifteen year old sister. “Shit.”

“What?” Camila questioned.

“My sister, I think there’s something wrong. She called me six times,” I said as I put the phone to my ear anxiously and waited for her to answer.

“Lauren?” my sisters voice sounded like she was in the middle of crying.

“Tay what’s wrong?”

“He broke up with me,” she cried. The boyfriend she’s had for almost two years broke up with her.

“Oh my god baby I’m so sorry. What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Camila looked me concerned and I gave her a soft reassuring smile so she knew it wasn’t some big family emergency.

“No, I just- wa-want you t-to h-hug me,” she choked out. My heart broke, I couldn’t be there for my sister for her first big break up. I hate it when she’s upset, we’re so close, it hurts me when she hurts.

“I’m so sorry Tay I wish I could be there,” I said. Our conversation continued for about ten minutes but she had to get back to class because she was sitting in one of the hallways at school by herself.

“Bad break up?” Camila asked.

“Yeah, I wish I could just go comfort her. I feel so bad,” I say as a tear slid down my cheek. “I’m an awful big sister. I should be there.”

“Hey that’s not true,” Camila sat next to me and wiped the tear away with the pad of her thumb. “She’ll be okay, at least you talked to her,” She hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her. This felt so right, being in her arms.

“We should get going, I really need my coffee now,” I said.

“Get a large then?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood, and she did. We headed to Dunkin’ Donuts together and then went our separate ways to our separate classes. This is actually the first time that I’m not with her since we’ve been here. It was weird, now that she’s not here I just feel so alone and vulnerable. She makes me better, it’s been about two minutes and I already miss her. I like her.. a lot. I find my seat in class next to Normani and attempt to focus on what the teacher was saying.