Linger (Camren)

Chapter 2: Garlic Breath

{ Lauren POV }

I place the vinyl neatly in a spot on my shelf next to the others.

It's been a while since I added anything new to my slowly growing collection. Ever since my 16th birthday, when my father passed down my grand dad's old record player on to me, I've been infatuated with it. I fell in love with the grainy sounds.

But I wasn't in the mood to listen to my record just yet. I had to be in the right mindset to truly enjoy any kind of music. The only thing that's been on my mind since I left that music shop was that cute cashier girl.

Camila, if I remember correctly. What a gorgeous name.

She was really friendly too... but I'm sure that's just her job though. I'm sure she asks for all her customer's names too.

I shake the thought out of my head that I might actually have caught the attention of someone as beautiful as her.

I look over at my collection of CDs. I realize that It's been a while since I got any of those as well. I could, maybe, stop by that place again. Tomorrow. And get something new.

Maybe, I could see Camila. Not that I'm gonna be looking for her. But if she happens to be there... that'd be really nice.

I sit amongst the piles of blankets and pillows sprawled about on my bed. I always keep my sheets clean, but the idea of a pristine bed makes me cringe a bit. To be completely honest, I'm a more "organized mess" kinda person.

I can't help but take notice at the various canvases set up in the corner of my studio. It wasn't the images on the canvases that caught my attention, but rather, the lack of.

I haven't picked up a brush in about a week or so, and to most that's nothing.

To me though, it feels like I haven't taken in a breath of air in 7 days. It's kind of like having an itch on your back. You can reach it, if you really wanted to... but you just choose to ignore it for the time being.

I groan frustratingly at the sight. I wish something would come along and make this easier for me.

I need inspiration.

The sound of my grumbling stomach breaks me from my thoughts.

Or maybe just some food.

---

{ Camila POV }

As the busy day began to wind down, I found myself feeling a bit more energetic than usual. Normally by this time of the day, I'm ready to punch Phoenix in the face, lock up the store, and drag my lifeless body to my room and binge watch some Orange is the New Black.

That's only on work days though. Having to deal with so many people at a time is a draining thing for me.

On non-work days, I love adventures. I've dragged Phoenix to every park and nature spot in the area over the course of 5 years. We always find something new though, which is why I will always love those moments.

If I'm feeling particularly daring, I'd let Dinah drag me to one of her various night spots. She's the only other person that could ever even come close to competing with Phoenix for the title of, "bestest, sexiest, smartest, bffl", as Dinah would put it.

She's been there since the first day of high school when I was nothing but a quivering, dweeb with no friends and bows for days. Four years later and I'm a firm believer that this girl is my soul sister.

I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that I'm truly blessed to have two truly amazing people in my life. Not to get to get all mushy, but I love them.