Linger (Camren)

Chapter 11: Stop This Train

{Lauren's POV}

I woke up to find a wild Ally spread out on my bed.

One of her tiny, little legs laid across my waist, while her hand was directly in my face. The rest of her body was nearly hanging off the edge of the other half of the bed.

She's a freaking starfish, I swear.

I gently grip her limbs and fling them off me. She may be a rowdy sleeper, but she's also a light one.

I roll over to face my night stand and sleepily fumble around for my phone. When I finally get a hold of it, my eyes immediately are drawn to a particular name that popped up several times on my screen.

1 missed called. 1 voicemail. 3 messages.

Is Camila ok?

I rush to listen to her voicemail, only to be met with yet another endearing message from the brunette.

Of course! She just wanted to me make me a blushing idiot, once again.

I read through her messages and end up having to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the obnoxious laugh that escapes my lips. Forgetting that Ally was sleeping beside me, I freeze when I feel her stir a bit, but fall back to sleep.

I can't stop myself from rereading her texts and staring at the adorable picture of her.

This is so gonna be her contact picture.

My square 💟(12:19 AM): Breaking news: Green faced monster escapes her habitat. Last spotted outside with an impossibly gorgeous black haired creature. Picture above shows her in her natural state. More at 11.

My square 💟(12:20 AM): I'm such an idiot lol, but I hope I made you laugh. Good night, love.

God, she's too much. Why does she always try so hard to make me smile? I don't understand this girl at all.

I rack my brain to try and find something witty to say back. I'm sure things like that come easily for someone like Camila.

I, on the other hand, am what most people will describe as, awkward. With a capital, A-W-K-W-A-R-D.

I'm not dorky or nerdy or anything like that, I'm just... not the best at speaking to people. It's not like I want to keep to myself all the time, it's just what I'm best at. I've had a lot of people in the past tell me I'm kinda unapproachable, simply because I seem pretty content with being alone.

Of course, that never stops the plethora of creeps and weirdos from hollering at me on the streets. Occasionally, I'll have a nice and respectable guy, or girl, approach me politely and I'll turn them down just as graciously. I've never been one for spontaneous flings...

I lay back on my bed, looking up at the ceiling and allow my mind to become consumed with thoughts of a lively, olive skinned girl.

Isn't that kinda the category Camila and I are kinda heading towards?

We've only known each other for what? 4 days? She's practically a stranger when you think about it logically!

But the way things are going, it feels like I've known her for so much longer. The way we joke around, the things we've talked about, the way she speaks to me.... it's all feels really natural. Kind of like we were meant to be this way together.

It may be irrational, it may be silly or stupid, but I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna go for it with her... cause I should, right?

I suddenly feel myself growing nervous.