Camren One Shots

After the First Date

A day later I found myself riding to school in Lauren Jauregui's car. I watched her profile as she drove down the winding roads, and God, was she flawless.
Her hand reached to turn on the CD player, music by The 1975 filling the car soon after. I smiled at our similar tastes in music before reaching to grasp her hand in mine. I was hoping the car ride would last forever; I was not looking forward to all of the bullies at school and to top it off, Lauren was only in my ninth period class, making her protection difficult to find throughout the day. I felt her rubbing circles gently on the back of my hand with her thumb, instantly easing my nerves as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I listened as she sang along to "Chocolate" by the 1975. God, she even has the voice of an angel. I swear, her whole compilation was chiseled by the hand of Jesus himself. For some reason, the sight of her driving smoothly with one hand enticed me even more. This girl is driving me insane.
Shit she noticed me staring.
"What?" she smirked, darting her eyes at me quickly before returning her focus to the road.
"Um..." I replied looking at my lap, "nothing you're just... you. Why would you want a loser like me?" I asked just as we were pulling into the parking lot of the thoroughly dreadful high school.
She parked the car into a spot before adverting her piercing green eyes into mine. She unlaced our fingers, only to use her newly free hand to cup my face gingerly.
"I wish you could see how beautiful you are. You are so incredibly beautiful in every small detail. The way your jaw moves when you talk. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something passionate. The way your bottom teeth aren't straight, along with your two front teeth which are slightly less crooked. The way your hair falls perfectly down your back. The way you blush whenever you're embarrassed or someone compliments you. The way you walk. The way you talk. The way you breathe. The way you exist. Everything you do is beautiful. You are so beautiful, Camila Cabello. And it pains me that you don't even have the slightest understanding of how I see you." I was tearing up slightly at her tender words and the way her green eyes poured out any emotions that weren't already conveyed through her words.
She leaned in closer, our lips inches apart, "You're beautiful," she whispered, reiterating the general idea of her last heartfelt speech.
I closed the gap between our lips, my mouth drawn to her like a magnet, our lips colliding as if it were the only thing they knew how to do. Her lips pressed against mine with such passion, her thumb gently wiping the joyous tears from my face. She pulled away, her lips lingering on mine. "Beautiful," she whispered before stepping out of the car and opening my door, taking my hand and guiding me to the doors of the school. She walked me to my locker before pecking my cheek and heading to her first period class.
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I sat through eight whole periods. Eight. All I have to do is get through the chaotic hallway to ninth period english and I will at least have a small shred of relief seeing the face of the green-eyed I held so much care for. The bell rang for eighth period and everybody rushed out of the room. I was halfway down the hallway until I felt a sharp pain of someone slamming their elbow into my rib cage, causing me to loose my balance and breath before a pair of familiar arms wrapped around my waist, saving me from the impending fall I would have otherwise had to endure.
"Hey, douche bag, maybe if you would walk like a normal person and not like a drunken Sasquatch, you wouldn't have a problem making your way through the hallway. Or maybe if you had the slightest bit of sympathy in your joke of a human being, you wouldn't be such a waste of human skin," the Cuban fumed, outraged at the unnecessary violence.
"What are you, her girlfriend?" he fired, looking defensively at Lauren, her arms still protectively wrapped around me.
"Yes, in fact, I am. And if that concerns you in any way, I suggest you write it down on a piece of paper and place it with care in the circular filing system, otherwise known as the trash can, or even better yet, hand it to me so I can completely disregard it and proceed to burn in and dance on the ashes because the opinions of utter fuck boys like you are of no relevance to me whatsoever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to escort my girlfriend too because even as a woman, I make a better gentleman than you will ever be," she concluded, maneuvering so she only had one arm draped around me before leading me to our ninth period class.
Jesus Christ, Lauren Jauregui will be the death of me.
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English class meant sharing opinions. Sharing opinions meant that I get to witness the other Cuban girl pour her soul into every word she said. Today's topic of discussion was society and how it impacts us. Lauren raised her hand to contribute to the conversation, and what she said almost brought me to tears.
"I think society has a major impact on our views of ourselves. Society tells us we have to be a certain way or look a certain way. Society causes some to believe they are not beautiful or they are not worth it, and unfortunately, it is the most kind and beautiful hearts that are severed, scarred and severely damaged by the views of society. Some people fail to realize how irrevocably beautiful they are simply because society convinces them they are not," she finished, looking at me as she spoke her last sentence. I tuned out of the rest of the class, because the only thing that was important was her words. I kept replaying them in my head, each time growing even more appreciation for them. As soon as the bell rang, I found myself wrapped in Lauren's arms, my face nuzzled into her neck as she guided me backwards out of the door and into the hallway where she pulled away.
"You're beautiful. You're worth it. I don't care about any other fucking opinion of any other fucking human on the planet. You may not be flawless but neither am I. Your flaws define you. They make you beautiful. Don't forget that," she added, never failing to amaze me with her words.
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The ride home was almost identical to the ride to school except this time, I had just the slightest bit of an idea of how beautiful I was, thanks to the beautiful girl who drove me not only to school and back, but to happiness.