Yours Truly

Part 6

"Camila?" Lauren asks, nudging her back a little bit.

Nothing.

"Hello?"

"Camilaaaaaa?"

Camila grumbles and throws a leg across Lauren's lap, making the older girl's face immediately warm. "Sleep time," Camila mumbles hazily. "No talking."

Lauren keeps her lips shut the rest of the night while Camila sleeps comfortably against her, apart from the many times where her lips break out into wide grins and she struggles to hold in her squeals of joy.

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Lauren stirs awake when she feels the comfortable and warm weight on top of her slowly lift off of her. She sluggishly opens her eyes to see Camila doing the same, her hair a wild mess and her eyes squinting against the light of the scattered flames of the candles.

"Hi," Camila greets warmly, her voice incredibly raspy from sleep. "Looks like it stopped raining finally." Whoever gets to wake up to that every morning better know how lucky they are. Only one morning and Lauren sure as hell does. Her heart is fluttering at the fact that she actually just woke up beside her. All of this is so surreal right now and she's still so tired and delirious that she's worried that everything that just happened was all some sort of dream.

Lauren sits up and stretches as she looks outside the window, listening intently. Its completely calm and peaceful now as if Zeus totally wasn't pissed the hell off and unleashed his godly wrath last night. The sun hasn't yet risen, indicating that they are awake at an absurd hour. She checks the time on her phone and that's definitely solidified. 4:16 A.M.

Oh, hell no. Lauren groans and lies herself back down on Camila's snug bed, which smells exactly like her natural, intoxicating and sweet scent. "Goodnight again," Lauren mumbles, rolling on her stomach. "Too early. We have another two hours."

"I feel perfectly fine," Camila chuckles. "We went to sleep at like 8 since there wasn't anything else to do. Why are you so tired?"

Lauren probably got, at most, about two hours of sleep. She was too ecstatic at the fact that Camila was snoozing away in her arms to sleep herself so she was basically left alone with her screaming, joyous thoughts all night before they finally shut up and allowed her to go to rest for a little bit. But of course she couldn't tell Camila that the reason why she couldn't sleep was because of Camila herself.

"I'm still tired because your bed is comfy," Lauren half-lies, her voice muffled by the pillow. Her bed is really cozy, but Lauren also has a feeling that that has something to do with the simple fact that it's Camila's bed. If it were anyone else's, it wouldn't nearly feel so warm and nice.

Camila chuckles as she begins to stroke Lauren's hair soothingly, the tips of her fingers occasionally grazing lightly against her neck and it feels so good. "Thanks again," the younger girl whispers sincerely. "I know you didn't sign up for babysitting yesterday but I appreciate you taking good care of me and helping me through a nightmare of a night. And to be honest, I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep at all if it weren't for you."

Lauren can't say the same thing.

Lauren smiles up at her lazily. "It was my pleasure," she sighs happily against Camila's touch. "No need to apologize. I'm glad I was able to help."

"You did a lot more than just help," Camila says honestly. "But go back to sleep. I can wake you in a bit."

She retracts her hand away and immediately Lauren protests. "Hey," she whines a bit.