Enough

two

Nope, Camila thought, why do I even bother?

This was Camila's reaction to her parent's room, which she checked every morning out of habit. Yet, there it lay; bare, empty, barren. Out of habit like a smoker unable to have a coffee without their cigarette. Only, Camila was the smoker and the cigarette was the itching urge to see her parents' home again.

Camila walked past the portraits hanging in the hall. Hadn't they been there, Camila might've as well forgotten her parent's faces. She'd considered taking them down, storing them away, she was sick of being haunted by them.

"Would be easier," Camila would say, "one less thing to remember."

But abandonment wasn't the worst they could do to her. What would she do if they did do the worst to her? Love and forgive them, she supposed.

Wanting to forget, Camila retreated to the bathroom where she started the shower, ridding herself of any sadness she may have felt.

Lauren lay in Camila's bed, rustling beneath the sheets. Peacefully, she opened her eyes, greeted by the sunlight that was warm and pleasant thanks to the tint of the glass.

Beside her lay an empty space. No Camila.

Right, she thought, what did I expect?

As she began to gather her belongings the small girl wandered in, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Her hair dripped, making a tiny puddle at her feet. Lauren had the sudden want to embrace Camila, she looked homely.

"I'll see you at college." Camila stated, disappearing into her walk-in wardrobe.

Cold. She was cold to Lauren. After she let Lauren make her warm only hours ago.

"Ok- "She was cut off by the slamming of the wardrobe's doors.

Lauren took the hint and slipped out, making minimal noise.

-

"Tell me about it." Said a voice, Lauren rolled her eyes. She was trying to enjoy her lunch.

"Hm?"

"We didn't see you leave last night," It was Olly, "Obviously, you stayed over."

"Maybe I left earlier than you did, and you didn't see me because you were too immersed in your own little group of friends."

"No, I definitely saw you sulking near a bush."

"Sulking?" Lauren was offended, she didn't sulk. "I left at like... 10."

"I don't know if there was bad reception in your little bush," Olly laughed, "But, I left at 1 and you were still there, sulking."

"I wasn't sulking!"

"Well, what were you doing?"

Lauren wasn't too sure what made Olly feel welcome to sit at the empty lunch table with her but, there he was. She wasn't impressed. She did, however, notice Eric, as if she couldn't, staring like a hawk. Was he trying to lipread their conversation?

Boys are so insecure and possessive, Lauren thought.

And apparently very nosy. She tuned back into Olly, who had been rambling.

"-Because honestly if you did sleep with Camila then good on you!"

"Lower your voice, Olly."

Lauren didn't want the entire cafeteria to know her business. She caught a few looks from near tables and hastily averted her eyes.

"You did, didn't you."

"Yeah, and then she completely ignored me in the morning," Lauren cringed, remembering the loud echo of the slamming doors, "I practically ran out of there."