"That was weird," Lauren muttered as she made her way to the kitchen. She found Clara stuffing something into her purse, clearly getting ready to leave. "Where are you going?"
Clara jumped slightly, not knowing anyone walked into the kitchen. "Just the grocery store. Do you want anything?"
"Yes, please. Can you get me some mangoes?" Lauren smiled like a little kid at the idea. "Oh, and Camz needs more bananas."
"Of course she does," Clara chuckled. "That girl loves herself some bananas." Lauren tried, and failed, to hold on a laugh. "What?" Then she caught on. "Dios mío," She sighed. "I swear you're still twelve years old."
"You said it, not me." Lauren shrugged, grabbing a water from the fridge.
Clara ignored her and changed topics. "I have a friend at work," she began. "And she has a daughter who's your age."
"Are you trying to set up a play date or something?" Lauren chuckled.
"No, I'm trying to set up a date-date," Clara clarified.
"Oh..."
"She's a very pretty girl."
"I'm sure she is. I'm not really looking for anything right now though," Lauren looked down, playing with the wrapper on her water bottle.
"You have one? A girlfriend?"
"I—no, no, I don't. I'm just not interested in starting anything at the moment."
"Okay," Clara shrugged. She walked over to Lauren and kissed her forehead. "Love you."
"Love you too, mama."
Lauren heard the door shut and sighed. Hiding the fact she's with Camila hurts. She wants to tell the world about the amazing girl she loves. But she—
"Hey, Lo," Chris came into the kitchen in a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt. "Can you toss me a water?" He asked. Lauren, who was right next to the fridge, opened it and gently threw one to her brother. "Thanks." He twisted off the cap and drank half of the bottle in gulp. "I think Mila and I are gonna be okay."
"Yeah?" Lauren asked, only half interested.
"Yeah."
"One nap was all it took?"
"No," he chuckled, leaning on the island. "So, she hasn't really been in the mood lately for...you know—"
"Chris, please, that's my...that's my best friend." She said.
"I know, I'm sorry. But like she used to always be in the mood. Like always."
Oh, I know, Lauren smirked to herself.
"But lately, it's been different," he continued. "And I respected that, of course. But today, we finally had sex again."
Lauren almost spit out her water. "What?"
"What, what?" Camila asked walking into the kitchen.
Lauren clenched her teeth and opened the fridge, grabbing yet another water bottle. She tossed it to Camila, who fumbled but eventually caught it. "Figured you might need this after your post nap-time activities," Lauren smiled but she knew Camila could tell she was pissed.
"Lo, please," Chris sighed.
"I'm just teasing her," Lauren walked in between the two of them to leave the kitchen. As she passed Camila she muttered, "She loves to be teased."
As Lauren headed back to her room, she could hear the two of them.
"Did you tell her we had sex?" Camila asked.
"Uh..."
"Chris!"
Lauren slammed the door to her room and sat on the edge of her bed.
About five minutes later, someone knocked at her door.
"Don't come in," she called. "I'm naked."
The door opened.
Camila slid in and looked Lauren up and down. "Well, that's disappointing." She joked upon seeing Lauren fully clothed.
"Seriously?" Lauren stood. "You know what's disappointing? Finding out you're still fucking my brother!"
"Would you be quiet," Camila whispered harshly through clenched teeth. Lauren scoffed and looked away. "He's my boyfriend—"
"Thanks for reminding me."
"—I can't just never have sex with him."
"You can, actually."
"Then he'll know something is up."
"Oh, God forbid he knows something is wrong when something is wrong." Lauren carried off to a whisper-yell.
"I can't leave him."
"Why is that, again? Because every day your reasoning sounds less like real reasons and more like excuses."
"You think your parents would like it if I left him for his sister? I'd be homeless." Now they were both whispering harshly.
"Camila, you know I wouldn't let that happen."
"This isn't you're house. Right now they love me and I can't take it if they don't."
"So that's why you won't leave him? Because my parents wouldn't like you?"
"And he's all I have from before we moved here."
"That's bullshit and you know it. You have friends and pictures and all this shit, you don't need him." Camila stayed quiet as they held eye-contact. "You know what, I'm done."
"What?"
"I'm done. With this, with us, all of it."
"No, Lauren, I love you—"
"You don't, though. You love that I'm different from what you're used to. You love the hiding. If you actually loved me you'd have left Chris the minute you started getting feelings for me."
"Lauren—"
"No, get out."
"I'm not gonna just leave when—"
"Fine, then I'll leave." Lauren brushed passed her and headed to the front door. She heard Camila following behind her as she approached the front door. Just as she grabbed her keys, Clara opened the door.
"Oh, hey girls," she greeted the two of them.
"Hi, I'm just heading out." Lauren said.
"Where are you guys headed?"
"No, just me," Lauren clarified as she walked out the door. She grabbed the handle to shut it behind her and paused, looking back at Camila before shifting her gaze to her mom. "Oh, and mom?" Clara looked at her expectantly. "Can you send me that girl's number?"
"Of course, mija."
"Thanks." Just before Lauren closed the door, she glanced once more at Camila, finding her still standing in the same spot, a hurt look on her face.
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FanfictionChris Jauregui and his girlfriend Camila Cabello end up losing their home and are forced to move in with Chris' family. Camila, upset she had to leave her friends behind, finds comfort in Chris' sister, Lauren. The two have a lot in common and easi...
