Shooting Star

Chapter 1

Camila couldn't sleep. She laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. She's been doing this for 2 hours and her eyes were not even at all heavy.

Camila threw the blanket over her legs and swung her feet around so she could stand.

She walked around the hotel to see if her standards dropped for something to do. Not finding anything, she got her shoes and shoved them on her feet.

She made her way out of the hotel, regretting not putting on a jacket, not realizing it was freezing.

She walked around for an hour when she heard heavy breathing coming from somewhere. She whipped her head around and saw someone with their back against a building hyperventilating.

Sensing that she was really terrified, Camila made her way over to the girl. When she saw the girl's face, she gasped and backed away.

"L-Lauren?"

The girl's eyes snapped open and looked at Camila. Lauren's eyes had bags under them, her face was really pale, and there was a coat of sweat on her face.

"Where am I?" She hurried out.

"You're in LA," Camila explained.

"No I'm not! Don't lie to me. There were strangers in my home, please don't lie to me."

Feeling guilty, Camila grabbed Lauren's hand to drag her to her hotel room, but Lauren ripped her hand out of her grasp.

"Lauren please, just relax. Let me take you to my hotel so you can get some sleep."

"I'm not tired, tell me where I'm at," Lauren whispered, vulnerable.

"I'll explain at the hotel. Come on," Camila reached her hand out to Lauren, not expecting her to take it, but she did.

Camila led her to the hotel and used the key swiper to the hotel room. When they made it in, Lauren immediately started pacing.

"Okay, so um, it's March of 2019.." she said hesitantly.

"What?!" Lauren stopped pacing and glared angrily at Camila. "Why are you messing with my head? You find that funny?!"

"Lauren calm down, you're scaring me."

"Can you fucking blame me? I have this idiot telling me it's 2019 when the last time I even remember anything, it was 2007!"

Laurens eyes then started watering and made her way to the window. She stood there for a good hour until my alarm went off, startling me and her.

"Looks like I have to leave soon, will you be here when I get back?" Camila asked.

"I don't know," Lauren answered honestly. "We'll see."

"I have to get ready for an interview, so stay where you are or you can lay in the bed."

"K."

Camila excused herself to the bathroom after grabbing the clothes she had to wear for the interview and quickly changed.

Camila's manager knocked on the door shortly after and cracked the door open so he couldn't see Lauren.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah I'll be down shortly."