She's the One (Camren)

Chapter Two

Lauren's POV

It's the weekend and I'm up so early. Not that, that was a surprise or anything. My internal alarm clock gets my ass up around seven in the morning everyday regardless of anything. I mean, I'm totally fine with that since I can get my shit together before my day actually starts. 

Sitting on my bed again, trying to finish my English paper in order for me to not have homework for the rest of the weekend, I heard a knocking on my window. Walking towards the noise, I opened my curtain and found the petite brunette girl that I had associated with the night before waving with a big smile on her face.

"Good morning Camz!" I greeted looking down on her.

"Oh, well good morning to you too... Lolo" the little one slurred.

"Really? Lolo? That's the best you can come up with?" I teased.

"Hey, 'Camz' isn't all that extravagant either, alright? Gosh" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"So, uh what exactly are you doing here? And how did you know this was my window? Should I be worried 'cause that's some creepy Sherlock shit you got going on there!" I asked and slightly giggled running my hands through my hair.

"Okay so one" she held up her index finger. "I going to ask you if you wanted get some breakfast with me. Two, I honestly just guessed it was your window AND your Bob Marley poster was peeking from the corner of your window so I figured. And three, Sherlock's mysterious side is pretty hot though, just sayin'!" Camila explained with a rather such perky voice.

"You know, you could have just called or texted me, right?" I addressed.

"Very true; however, my phone died and long story short, Dinah's been using my charger lately since she dropped it in a blender trying to make a smoothie..." the younger one clarified. "So anyways, how does breakfast sound to you?

I leaned onto the edge of the window pane with my elbows "breakfast sounds great Camz. Give me maybe fifteen minutes and I'll be on your-- or Dinah's front porch, yeah?"

"Sounds good Lolo" Camila winked and turned back around towards Dinah's house.

All the butterflies in my stomach were frantically flying around as if there was no tomorrow. Of course I've had a few crushes here and there, but this is different-- she's different. There's something about her that makes her special the way she is. Her presence was so bright and positive, the type you would always want to be around. There's not many people in this world where their aura captures you and draws you in. A lot like quicksand, it's very tricky to get out of, especially if you struggle your way out. Although, she's the quicksand you would want to stay in. 

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Fifteen minutes had passed and I was where I was supposed to be. Kicking the grass with my foot waiting for Camila, I hear the front door open. Camila walk out of the door wearing a white plain crop top, grey sweat pants, and a black oversized hoodie. She had her hair to one side and wore her white converse. Even though there was little pigment in her clothing and she kept it simple, it made her look "sexy" in a way. 

"Hey there!" She greeted and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

Being surprised by the kiss, I tried to keep my cool and kissed her cheek as well nonchalantly.

"Hello to you too! I smiled.

We were walking four about ten minutes when I realized that I actually wasn't sure where we were going for breakfast. On our way to wherever Camila was taking me, our conversation never ended. Camila's mind was so broad and eloquent. Even if she was talking about something as simple as how she found out how to tie her shoe when she was little, she made it sound so complex and somewhat graceful. There was never any awkward silences, everything was flowing the way it should be.

"And we're finally here!" Camila said as she opened the door for me.

She brought us to this French cuisine restaurant. I've lived here for almost my entire life but I've never came across this place before. 

"Hello ladies, welcome to Cora's! My name is Natalie and I'll be your server today. Would you like any drinks?" the curly haired waitress welcomed.

"Could I please get an iced tea with a lemon wedge?"

"Actually, make that two please!" Camila added.

Natalie nodded with a smile and went back to the counter to punch in our drink order.

"Sooooo...." I dragged. I was trying my best to bring up the kissing from last night but also trying my best to avoid any awkwardness.

"Is this about the kiss? From last night?" the smaller one asking very calmly.

In hopes of hoping that she wasn't going to guess correctly, she most definitely did.

"I mean, I was just wondering... Like, was that just an 'in the moment' type of situation for you-"

"Hey" Camila interjected. "I know that may be kind of confusing. We've only known each other for a couple of days. But I felt like that was the right thing to do. I'm not too sure about you Lolo, but it felt right for me. And if I have to be completely honest with you, I liked it a lot quite frankly..."

At this point I just wanted to lean over to her side of the table and kiss her again and again.

"Alright, so here are your drinks!" Natalie said as my train of thought vanished. "I'll be right back in a bit to take your order, yeah?"

We both smiled at our server then returned our eye contact with each other.

"I liked it a lot.. too." I blushed and hid my cheeks with my sleeves. "I'm just curious as to what happens next. No pressure or anything though! If I have to be honest too, not to sound all creepy or anything but ever since you called me for my drink, I've wanted to kiss you... Okay, yeah that sounded really creepy. Forget everything I said---"

"Lauren, you're rambling again." Camila laughed aloud and reached for my hand. "Don't be nervous, it's just me. Take a deep breath and relax, alright? Natalie's on her way to take our order. How about we discuss everything after we eat?"

I brought Camila's hand which was still intertwined with mine and kissed it as my answer.

I found it so amusing and relaxing how Camila addressed everything so genuinely and smoothly. She didn't even make it awkward in her part at all. 

No one has ever had the ability to make me feel the way she makes me feel. 

"Ah fuck" I thought to myself.

 "I'm whipped."