Now that we have our own tour bus, I am able to find more alone time with Lauren.
I just feel as if we have been drifting apart, and it kills me knowing that we potentially lost the love we once had.
I threw myself into my bunk, exhausted from our show in Youngstown.
"What a night," I groaned to the girls who also have unceremoniously sprawled themeselves into their bunks.
"I know. The biggest crowds are always the loudest," Ally croaked through her soar voice.
"Alls I think you should rest your voice," Mani said, concerned for her bandmate. "You're probably right, Manibear," she whispered, getting up to crawl into Normani's bunk and curl into Normani's side. Dinah noticed and shouted "HEY NO STEALING MY MANIBEAR!"
"Alright, yall," Mani said, "there's enough Beyonce to go around" she joked as she led Dinah and Ally into the lounge where they had more room to cuddle.
I glanced over at Lauren who had her nose in a book.
She glanced up at me, noticing my gaze.
She gave me a light smile.
"Lauren," I mumbled lightly.
"Hmmm?" she hummed, her eyes still intently scanning the pages of her book.
"I want cuddles too," I pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes.
She absentmindedly pointed in the direction of the lounge where Mani, Dinah and Ally were cuddled up on the couch.
I stood up and paraded into the other room.
"I want cuddles too!" I whined.
Dinah just looked up at me. "Sorry, Chancho. No room. Go get some Camren action." she said dismissively, earning a light punch in the arm.
I marched my way back to the bunks, crawling into Lauren's rather than my own and wraping my arms around her waist, my head nuzzling gently into her neck.
"I miss you, Lolo," I mumbled into her neck.
"I miss you too, Camz," she whispered, setting her book down to wrap her arms around my waist after flicking out the light and kissing my foread.
"Goodnight, Camzi," I heard her whisper before I drifted off to sleep in her arms.
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Camren One Shots
Fanfictioncamren is dead so i don't really write these anymore. also, i wrote these when i was like... 12. but i'll leave this here for your reading enjoyment (or for you to just cringe at because my writing is quite literally a pile of shit)