Yours Truly

Part 18.5

a/n: okay so this chapter is literally all smut lmao i'm splitting it up because i didnt want it to be too long and i know that some of you dont like smut so just skip this chapter i promise you won't miss anything pertaining to the actual story :-) this is really for the people are are always asking me for it so here u go u horny little turds

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"Lauren, don't be stupid," Camila scolds, crossing her arms over her chest as she stands in front of her girlfriend. "You are literally getting sunburnt by the minute and I refuse to allow you to stay out here any longer."

"But Camilaaaa," Lauren whines, pursing her lips and stomping her foot down defiantly, forming a small hole in the sand. She's easily one of the most stubborn people alive. "I want to stay here at the beach."

Camila sighs, bringing her hands up to cup Lauren's red, wet, and pouty face. "You. Are. Going. To. Get. Burnt. We can go back out later tonight when the sun isn't as strong anymore, but as of right now, you and I are going to march back up to the hotel because I'm pretty sure that if your skin could talk, they would go, 'help me I'm burning!'" she says, feigning a weird and high-pitched voice. She has no idea what skin would sound like, but she just imagined that that was how it would sound if they could speak.

That stupid little voice made Lauren crack a tiny smile. And that was not the only thing that cracked. "Okay fine!" the older girl relents, throwing her arms up in defeat. "Fine. I will go back up to the hotel with you as long as you promise me that we can go back out there later this evening."

Camila smiles, very much satisfied with finally getting Lauren to comply after god knows how long of constant pestering. She holds her pinky up for Lauren, who doesn't even hesitate to link it with hers. They refuse to ever make agreements without sealing it with pinky promises, otherwise it wouldn't be legit. Breaking pinky promises is quite possibly one of the worst things you could ever do.

They then easily interlace their fingers together as they walk down to the rest of their friends, who are still in the water and enjoying themselves. Camila smiles when she notices Lauren watching them in envy.

"Hey, guys!" Camila shouts, trying to be heard over the loud ruckus of the other people around them and the strong pounding of the waves against the shore. The water just barely rises up and touches their toes.

Dinah, Normani, and Ally's heads turn towards her. "What's up, dude?" Dinah smiles widely, her hair in a wet and tangled mess. Sometimes Camila thinks of it as a mane more than hair.

"I have to take this child back up to the room now because she's seriously getting burnt as hell," Camila explains, pointing a finger at the still-pouting Lauren. That only further strengthens her case of calling her a child. "We'll see you guys later when you come back up, okay?"

"Ha! What a loser!" Normani mocks immaturely from the water, pointing a taunting finger at Lauren. "You have to leave early because you're getting sunburnt!"

Lauren flips her middle finger up at her friend, a hard scowl plastered on her face. If Camila didn't know any better, she would think that Lauren was secretly trying to somehow make Normani spontaneously burst into flames with her glare.

"Lauren is like a 5-year-old who's getting picked up from her friend's house by her mom and she doesn't want to leave," Ally giggles, the water reaching up her neck. Dinah and Normani are still well above the water. They better be keeping a careful eye on Ally before she disappears under the water any second now.

Camila can't help but laugh at Lauren's angry face. Her eyebrows knitted, her lip jutted out, her arms crossed over her chest, and little angry huffs of air comes out of her nose. "Let's go, Camila," Lauren mutters in annoyance before spinning around on her heel and marching back up towards the hotel.