The Soulmates Series Camren

1.6

Lauren unlocked the door of the two storey home she lived in and Camila wondered just why Lauren had said she was in no place to judge her accommodation, the younger girl thought that this place put her in a sure fire place to judge her. The house was large and white, with a long window running the vertical expanse of where the staircase was. Smaller windows were dotted over the property and the garden was in pristine condition. Camila felt her heart wrench a little when Lauren opened the door and they stepped inside of the well lit open space where her kitchen, living and dining area had all been rolled into one in such a sophisticated way. There was a bookshelf built in under the staircase and Camila wondered if it was Lauren's favourite part of the house.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lauren asked, turning to face the brown eyed girl who was gazing around the room with wide eyes, her arms wrapped around her body in a defensive position.

"Yeah, no, I'm good. This is... Wow Lauren, your house...." Camila replied in one breath, lowering one arm to her side while holding it at her elbow with her other hand.

"And we have it all to ourselves for the day," Lauren sang, moving into the kitchen. Camila thought she felt her heart stop for a moment when the older girl said those words. All to themselves, huh? Maybe Ariana had been right. "You want something to eat?" Lauren asked, riffling through the well stocked, organic packed fridge to pull out a pre made tub of raspberries and blueberries. The green eyed girl took a raspberry and placed it between her red lips, the juice staining her bottom lip slightly. Her misty eyes were locked on Camila but the younger girl could stare at nothing but the curvature of her lips. "Camz?"

"Huh? Oh sorry. Uhm, no thanks. I'm all good," Camila laughed softly, doing a terrible job of hiding what she'd been staring at. Lauren smirked and filled up two glasses of water.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" Lauren asked, handing one of the glasses to Camila.

"S..sure," Camila stuttered, staring up at the staircase. Calm down Camila. She silently urged herself. Lauren took her hand in hers to lead her up the stair case. There were an abundance of pictures lining the white wall of next to the staircase. "Are those your siblings?" Camila asked.

"Yeah, they decided they'd rather stay with their friends than their, and I quote, obnoxious flaming gay of a sister, for the night while our parents are out of town," Lauren explained with a laugh. Camila, who had been taking a sip of water, was now coughing and spluttering at the top of the stairs. "Please tell me this isn't going to be a problem," Lauren said, her gaze fixing on Camila's.

"Fuck sake Lauren, of course not." Camila said, regaining her ability to speak. So Lauren was gay. Did this mean she had a chance? Or was Lauren completely oblivious to Camila's sexuality.

"Okay good, because I don't want to lose you before we even really get started," Lauren said, opening the door down the hall that led into her bedroom. Camila followed her inside, a beaming grin on her face and Lauren closed the door behind them.

Camila looked around the room, the wall behind her bed was wood panelling and dripping in fairy lights and polaroid pictures. In the right hand corner there were a selection of canvas arranged around one another, all covered in the stripes of a sunset, and on her bed lay a guitar and what appeared to be a song book.

"Jesus Christ, you are poetic, huh?" Camila breathed, taking in the artistic contents of the room. Lauren, who had busied herself with lighting a number of beach scented candles, was smirking to herself as she did so.

"Some people like to think so," Lauren commented, thinking back to her conversation with Alexa on the beach the day she first saw Camila.

"And you?" Camila asked, setting herself down cross legged on Lauren's bed. She ran her fingertips over the ink patterns on the surface of her guitar.