Tears, Hearts, and Scars (Camren)

C3 Back To Hell (Part 2)

Her books that she was holding are now sprawled all across the floor. I quickly shut my eyes and purse my lips as I say under my breath, "Shit." Bending down, my eyes still tightly closed shut; I apologize just above a whisper, "I'm really sorry Camila."

"Um... I-I--It's alright, really Lauren." She replies sweetly, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear and stacking her books carefully on top of each other. The bell loudly starts ringing, signifying that it's time to get to class.

She stacks the last few books on each other struggling to pick them up. She's still really, really fricking pretty. I start to feel extremely awkward because of the predicament I just forced myself into. Sighing I also notice there are papers scattered all across the floor and reach down to gather them up. Instead of being helpful, I just make everything worse. We both reach for the array of papers, our foreheads collide, and Camila drops her books again. "Are you okay," I gasp ", Um, Camila, there's kind of a, um... Some blood coming out from a cut on your head. C'mon I'll take you to the nurse's office." She quickly nods her head and her glasses almost fall off her head. I let out a giggle, grab her arm, and rush to the nurse's office.

We used to be attached at the hip when we were in middle school, until... It happened.

Conversation (Middle School) Between Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello

"I hate myself, just look at me, I can't even complete this simple exercise without making a mistake!" I shout frustratingly.

Camila grabs my arm, "Hey, it's alright! I make mistakes all the time. You don't have to get all fussed up about one little thing Lo." I smile at her gesture to try and comfort me. She smiles back, but occasionally shoots quick glances at me to make sure I'm still ok.

A couple days later... (Through text message)

L: I think I'm going to do it.

C: What are you talking about?

L: I can't go on like this. I need to be free.

C: Lauren, don't. Don't you dare. You are only 13 years old, I care about you. I need you... You can't just give up like this. Do you know how this will effect me? Us? 

L: What if I do? When you're depressed Camz, the only voice that you hear, is your own, unless there are others voices ridiculing you. That voice, when it's gone, it always comes back. My pain comes back, and next time, when someone isn't there to hug me, or comfort me, what the hell is going to happen?

C: This is it Lauren. I'm sorry. I'm going to have to spill the beans. I'm five minutes away from your house.

L: Camila, if you do it... You will regret it. I won't ever forgive you.

C: Too late. I'm here

~ Text Message Ended ~

She was so fucking close to telling my parents, but I got some duct tape to cover her mouth and forcefully threw her into my room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I spat. She looked down and I noticed her with tears in her eyes. I took off the duct tape slowly.

"Are you even going to talk to me?" Still no response. I started to soften a little bit.

"Camz. Babe?" I covered my mouth as soon as the word escaped my mouth. Things just got 50 times more awkward. "S-S—sorr—sorry... I didn't mean to—" I sputtered out. She just looked down and her lips formed into a small smile. I stopped in the middle of my sentence and just stared at her. Suddenly, I realized how sad she was, how sad I made her. A tear slipped down my cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was saying." I admitted.

I knelt down in front of her, and she just glanced at me quickly, and then looked away. I lifted up her chin so that she could look me in the eyes, put my hands on the sides of her face, and started wiping her tears away with my the pads of my thumbs. After wiping a strand of her hair away from her face, I kissed her cheek softly and all of a sudden she grabbed my face and crashed our lips together. I kissed her back... Her lips were soft, and they molded perfectly onto mine. She grabbed onto my neck. I started to realize what I was doing and my green eyes shot wide open. Really, really wide. I pulled back.

She just sat there for 10 seconds, at least, trying to contemplate all that happened, and what she had done. Then, she just sprinted out of my room, and I never saw her again. That was until high school.