Dance On Our Graves

Chapter 12

Lauren didn't remember falling asleep, but now she's awake and she's alone in bed. She's sort of relieved. She doesn't know what happened, but it can't happen again. She can't get caught up in everything that is Camila because Lauren will cave. She knows it.

Lauren looks out the window and finds that it's dark outside. Lauren wonders where Camila is. Lauren doesn't like her being out alone after dark, especially with Emily. She roll out of bed and grab her phone off of the nightstand where it was charging. She knows she didn't plug it in.

As Lauren walks to the door of the bedroom, she shakes her head trying to shake the feeling that Camila is so ingrained in her life that there's no way to shake her. Every time Camila does something like that, something simple and small like that....she just...Lauren doesn't want to think about it. The more she thinks about it, the more she falls for her all over again.

And when Lauren walks into the living room she knows that she's going to have a problem. The chairs have been moved from the table and are arranged in a triangle in the living room with a sheet draped over them. Lauren has a feeling she knows who is sitting in the little tent giggling.

When Lauren looks at the clock she finds that it's almost ten o'clock. So much for work tonight. She shoots a quick text to the manager and tells him that she won't be in. She walks to the kitchen because her stomach is growling. She tries to make little noise because she doesn't want to disturb the two girls in the tent.

Lauren digs out some spaghetti left over from dinner a few nights ago and dumps it into a bowl. Putting it in the microwave draws their attention to herself, so she looks down at her phone like she's reading something instead of just staring at the buttons and background like she's expecting something to pop up any second.

After grabbing some water and her now a hot bowl of spaghetti, she walks over to the table where the sole chair left over from tent construction sits. She sits down and does look something up on her phone. She thinks it's a good idea to take Emily to a museum or something with Normani and her nieces. Lauren always feels like she's not doing much good for Emily so maybe interaction with other little kids will do her some good.

Lauren read a few news stories before she decide that it was too much of a downer at this point. She drains her water and set the glass down. She takes a bite of her spaghetti and catches up on the latest red carpet fashion. Halfway into another bite, her glass is lifted off of the table, refilled, and replaced. Lauren drops her head and finishes what's in her mouth, "I could have done that."

"I know," Camila says and leans on the table next to Lauren, "We're going to get ice cream in a few minutes. Wanna come?"

Wanna go watch them be ridiculously adorable while they eat their ice cream while trying to simultaneously not fall in love with Camila? Not really. Is she going to go? Of course. They're not going out by themselves. Especially on a Saturday night. "Yeah. Just let me finish this." Lauren uses her fork to point at her bowl.

Camila smiles, "Also, do you mind if we rent some movies too and watch them on your laptop in our bed?"

Lauren doesn't know why, but her use of the word 'our' strikes her weird. Lauren fights a smile off of her face because it is a bed they both use and occasionally share. There's no reason for the weird smile on her face. Lauren nodded, "That's fine."

"Great," Camila rests her hand on Lauren's shoulder, subtly stroking her arm for a few seconds before walking back to the tent, "Who wants ice cream?"

After getting ice cream and movies they're now all in their pajamas laying in the bed, watching a stereotypical Disney movie. Camila is laying on her side and Emily is laying on her side, facing Camila. Lauren's kinda propped up on the wall behind the bed, reading a book she picked up. It's rubbish so far, but she's hoping it'll get better.