Camren Lust

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Camila’s POV:

(3 weeks later)

I just got back from class and Lauren won’t be here for about another twenty minutes, so I decided to write in my e-diary on my laptop.

Dear Diary,

Lauren and I have bonded so much since we first met. She’s the perfect roommate, I had been scared I was going to have issues but she’s great. We’re becoming really good friends, and the girls like her a lot too. Since Dinah called us Fifth Harmony we have been talking about doing covers of songs and putting them on YouTube, but we haven’t gotten around to it yet.

I really like Lauren. I know for sure now that I have a crush on her. Maybe it’s just some sort of girl crush, but I think it’s more than that. As soon as I met her I could tell that she was different from other people. She’s drop-dead-gorgeous and has these mesmerizing eyes. When she speaks it’s like her voice goes through my body and I can feel the blood rushing through my veins. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

Maybe it’s the tenderness in her facial features or the way she looks at me like she’s staring into my soul. Maybe it’s the way that she conducts herself with this overpowering essence that makes my heart skip beats. I don’t know what it is but I am drawn to her. I am connected to her somehow.

She told me that she’s a lesbian. When I heard that something in me felt relieved, like I actually have a chance with the most beautiful and perfect person that I have ever met. But maybe I don’t, maybe she’s not into the type of girl that I am. I hope she is.

I shut my laptop and pull out my phone and shoot Lauren a text.

Hey do you want to go off campus tonight and go to the mall? I wanted to get a new jacket cause it’s been getting cold.

She answers almost right away.

Sounds great! I’ve been wanting to explore off campus a little, I’ll be back and about 5 minutes, see you then! ;*

Oh my gosh did she really just blow a kiss at me? It’s probably just friendly, I hope it’s not though. I don’t know how to respond to this. I’ll just send a smiley face. Or should it be a winky face? I’ll wink. She probably won’t think much of it. I send her the wink emoji and then change into some nicer clothes and fix my hair.

Laurens POV:

I can’t believe I just sent her that emoji. What was I thinking? I didn’t have much time to process when my phone buzzed. She sent me a winky face. Why did that make my heart flutter? Okay Lauren get your shit together.

I’m finally in our dorm building, I head to the room that I share with the girl that I’m crushing on. When I walk in she is wearing high waisted light blue jeans and combat boots, and currently has no shirt on as her back it to me while she shuffles through her wardrobe. This isn’t the first time I have seen her without a shirt on but wow my memories do not do her justice.

“Hey,” I said. Shit. My voice cracked, that’s so embarrassing.

“Hey. Are you okay?” She looked at me concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m all good. I’m just going to change then I’m ready.”

“Okay,” she said and smiled at me that cute little smile that she always does. She pulls out a shirt from her closet and throws it on over her head. I go to my wardrobe and quickly change my shirt and shoes. I could sense her eyes on me as I pulled off my shirt, so I exaggerated a little to look ‘sexier’ and play along. I probably looked like an idiot.

“How was class?” She asked.

“Eh, it was philosophy. So boring as hell,” I said, she giggled. I love when she does that.

“I feel you. It’s pretty awful.”

“Yeah it is,” I said as I tied the laces on my converse. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

***

We’re in the fitting room at Charlotte Russe because Camila found about 15 things she liked, I didn’t mind at all though. She would come out and model each outfit for me. She came out again wearing a short, flowy black skirt and a pink crop top with lace in the back. Damn. That’s all I could think.

“You like?” She asked, spinning around making her skirt dance.

“Yeah,” was all I could manage. She pouted a little.

“You sure?” she sounded a bit insecure this time.

“Yeah, no, definitely. It’s super cute.” I was mesmerized, and I think she caught on.

“I’ll add it to the others then,” she said and smiled again and went back into her stall. I couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous she was.

“Lauren? Can you help me? My bra is caught on the lace,” she called out from the stall.

“Yeah sure.” I got up and she opened the door. She had the shirt off and revealed her sexy black cheeky underwear. her top was still on and the clip of her bra was all tangled in it. After a moment of being amazed I started to untangle it.

“Wow you really got it stuck in there,” I said.

“I know, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I reassured her while finally getting it untangled. “I got it.”

“Thanks,” she said and pulled her shirt off. My eyes widened. She looked into my eyes and got a little closer to me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered nervously. She shushed me by putting her finger over my mouth. She leaned in and connected her lips with mine. I couldn’t breathe. They were the softest pair of lips I had ever felt. She pulled away slowly and quickly looked embarrassed and looked down as her cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

“I’m sorry, I should ha-”

“Don’t be sorry Camila,” I whispered and placed one of my hands on the small of her back and the other brushed hair off her faced and caressed her cheek. Our eyes locked. “Please don’t be sorry.” I leaned into her and she followed suit and our lips connected in another soft, chaste kiss. This time it lasted longer and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me closer. We eventually separated and stared at each other. The corners of her lips turned up in a soft smile, as did mine. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.  

We stood there like that for awhile when we realized that she had more things to try on and it was getting late and the both of us had to do our homework still. She tried on the rest of the clothes she had picked out. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. When she was finished we checked out and left the store.