When Two Become One (A Camren Fanfic)

All Of Me

Lauren's POV

Today's the day, the sun is shining, the tank is clean and we are getting out of... THE TANK IS CLEAN. Man, Finding Nemo is the best. Anyway the point of that incredibly famous and overused quote, i'm probably the only one who says it but moving Taylor Swiftly on, is because it's Camila and I's second date today. When i was organizing our first date, i kind of enjoyed her not knowing what was going to happen and seeing the look on her face when i took her to each new location. But now i'm in her position i hate it, why did i ever subject her to such cruelty, i demand to know what is going on, what i need, what i should wear, or should prepare myself for. I mean don't get me wrong, i'm sure whatever it is, is going to be incredible and i'm super excited i just... i hate surprises! There i said it. My parents surprised me on my eighteenth birthday, sufficed to say i was greatly hungover and had the desire to paint the walls green or whatever the hell colour puke is. All my family and friends were there, and i suddenly felt like Monica from friends, my brother saw that i was a mess and tried to sober me up as much as possible. However, one look in the eye from my mother and she knew i was off my head. Wait it gets better. So, she can't just throw everyone out without a decent explanation and she and my dad and both equally terrible at lying, no she insisted that we keep the party going for a few hours at least and then shut it down early.  

All the while, there's me trying desperately hard not to stumble into people, keep up with meaningless conversation about what i want to do next with my life and doing everything in my power to ignore the ringing in my ears. Keana, one of my nearest and dearest hadn't the faintest idea that i was hungover mind you, and pushed me straight in the direction of the dance floor. Get ready we're about to hit the catalyst for this painful story. Then proceeded to ask the crowd to 'make some room for the birthday girl', and there i am awkwardly standing in a circle filled with grinning faces and looks of anticipation. If it wasn't for the music playing, i think i would have passed out then and there, did i mention i was painfully tired, ill, and a hot room with loads of people is not the greatest combination. Then again, passing out would have been better than the alternative. Keana was egging me on to dance, and i tried to silently explain to her that i was mildly drunk, but she just stood there with the rest of them looking at me like i was the virgin sacrifice at a frat party... okay not exactly like that, but still.

 Either way, i wasn't getting out of this situation and the awkwardness in the room was increasing every second, i could hear my heart in my ears and i'm pretty sure there was sweat dripping down my face . And then it happened. Honestly, i was just going to try and explain i wasn't up to dancing, but before i knew what was happening i was blowing chunks over the dance floor. Please don't judge. It was horrifying. 

Thankfully, my younger sister Taylor, stepped up and made some joke about how the birthday girl got too excited and if there wasn't vomit coming out of my mouth at that exact moment i probably would have laughed too. My mum and dad got me out of there like i was the president and they needed to protect me from something, little did they know they needed to protect me from me, and sent everyone home. Boy did they chew me up and spit me out like gum that's lost it's flavour, and needless to say i was grounded for 2 weeks and grilled about where i would even get alcohol. But i wasn't about to send my party animals down the river so i kept my mouth shut, i'm no snitch, especially on my only source of entertainment and relief. And that, my dear friends is why i do not like surprises. I understand that the circumstances here are somewhat different, i won't be on the verge of spewing my guts on or around unsuspecting relatives, but i'm still a little wary. And i have tried every trick in the book to get her to tell me, and i mean every single trick, hell i threatened to never kiss her ever again but i broke that within the hour. I'm weak when it comes to Camila kisses. You would be too if you were in my position. Her lips are just so soft and she's such an amazing kisser, i would kiss her forever if she'd let me, i want her lips for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Kissing, the one diet i wouldn't mind. Am i right or am i right?