If I lose myself

Chapter 10. "You made me believe in miracles." ✔️

When Lauren finally managed to get off the phone with Dinah, almost fifteen minutes later, she didn't know whether to feel pissed or grateful for her friends' untimely interruption. On the one hand, Lauren couldn't argue that the information that Dinah had given her wasn't useful, because it was. It was extremely useful. So much so, that Lauren was already formulating a way to try and work it into her proposal later. However, on the other hand, Camila was already out of the shower by the time she'd finished the call, and she was just stepping back into the bedroom as Lauren was preparing to leave it.

"I thought I told you not to be too long," Camila teased as she walked over to the bed and perched on the corner of it. She was wearing her grey bathrobe and drying her hair with a towel, watching Lauren closely from where she sat.

"I know, I'm sorry," Lauren apologized, wandering towards her. "Please forgive me?" she pleaded, exaggerating a pout by jutting out her bottom lip.

"No, it's too late now," Camila laughed; a mischievous smirk on her face. "That's it. We're over." She said, throwing her towel at Lauren who swiftly caught it with one hand. "Consider that a metaphor."

"Who are you? Augustus Waters?" Lauren chuckled. "You can't throw in the towel now Camz. Things are just about to get interesting."

"You can't expect me to just sit here and watch you prioritize your ex-girlfriend above me." Camila returned playfully. "I never signed up for that."

"Well, in that case, I guess I should probably take your Christmas present back," Lauren said, taking a step closer to the smaller girl, smiling in amusement at Camila's ridiculousness.

"You should," Camila agreed, standing up. "In fact, why don't you just give it to Dinah instead? That way she can sell it and use whatever cash she makes to support the secret love child that the two of you have together."

"You do know that Karla isn't my child, right?" Lauren laughed, crossing her arms over her chest in feigned insolence, the towel still in her hand. "Besides, Dinah and I never actually dated. We just slept together that one time...ow..." she grumbled when Camila shoved her in the shoulder.

"See, this is exactly why we're over," Camila said, grinning broadly as she managed to avoid being hit by the towel which Lauren had hurled back in her direction. "You always flaunt your relationship with her in front of me and I'm sick of it. You treat me like I'm your mistress." She joked, watching Lauren pretend to rub her upper arm in imaginary discomfort, a frown on her face. "It's about time you started to acknowledge our relationship in public."

"Alright, I will," Lauren said, relaxing her arm and smiling widely at the irony of Camila's words, the knowledge that her girlfriend would more than likely be wearing an engagement ring later that day making this whole conversation even more absurd than it already was. "I won't deny you in public anymore, I promise. I'll make sure that everyone knows that we're together."

"That's all I ask," Camila returned; a smug look on her face.

"Ok, so you're done with this, right?" Lauren asked, checking that their game was over.

"For now," Camila answered, narrowing her eyes unpromisingly.

"Ok, I'm going to go and shower then," Lauren said, studying Camila expectantly, waiting for her reaction to the indirect invitation.

"Good because you stink," Camila responded, laughing.

"You aren't going to join me?" Lauren asked, raising one eyebrow at her girlfriend.

"No. You snooze, you lose Jauregui," Camila replied, shrugging her left shoulder casually. "Maybe you'll have better luck tomorrow." She stated, winking at Lauren and then brushing past her to walk over to the vanity table.