The thing about living in a frat house is that the smell of food is like a calling signal.
Approximately thirty seconds after Camila puts the first ladle-full of pancake batter on the skillet, one of her roomates shows up in the doorway. A few more trickle in afterwards. By the time she's run through the bowl of batter, the kitchen table is full and a group of people is huddled around Camila, eagerly awaiting the next pancakes.
“These aren't for you," Camila protests, holding the dish of freshly made pancakes high above her head, trying to keep the food out of the hands of the common people. The whole point of this was to make breakfast for her soulmate, not feed the entire frat. Unfortunately, this is a common occurrence. Everyone knows to conger in the kitchen on Saturday mornings.
"You're not gonna eat all of those,” one of the guys complains, trying and almost succeeding in stealing a pancake off the plate. Luckily, Camila snatches it out of the way at the last second.
"Fuck off, make your own."
"She's making them for Lauren ," Camila's little teases, smirking at Camila when everyone makes an oooooo noise.
"You're ridiculous," Camila tells her, even though she loves her. "I'm making them for myself."
"You're definitely not. And don't get mad, I'm just stating the facts,” she retorts, seemingly self-satisfied.
Camila rolls her eyes, turning the skillet off and setting the spatula down. "You can do the clean-up, then."
"Whatever," her little says, flippantly.
Camila grabs her plate of pancakes, snatches the syrup out of one of the guy's hands, and heads up to her room with determination, the sound of immature hollering fading behind her.
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Love Me, Please (Camren)
FanfictionLauren hates Camila, which is fine because she would really rather prefer to avoid her at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates. ______________________________________ This is a converted story, all rights go to the original amazing aut...
