The Hills (Camren)

In The Night

All alone she was living in a world without an end or beginning. Baby girl was living life for the feeling, but I don't mind. All the wrongs she committed, she was numb and she was so co-dependent. She was young and all she had was the city, but I don't mind.

Camila was on edge. Taking the uppers was definitely a bad idea. She couldn't believe she made it through airport security when she was sure she looked like a wired mess. She couldn't believe her family didn't notice a damn thing. She couldn't believe the fans didn't notice a damn thing. She couldn't believe Lauren didn't notice a damn thing.

She fought to still her fingers from tapping the metal of her armrest that separated her body from Lauren's- she knew from their countless flights together it would drive the older girl crazy. The liftoff was always the most nerve-wracking part of the flight. She lost the battle, though, the small sound making the girl next to her tense in irritation.

"Camila." Lauren said curtly, her annoyance mildly lacing her voice. Camila's fingers stuttered in their motion, but continued. She couldn't quit, and God she fucking regretted the lines she took before she got here. She had boundless energy and she was restricted to a 1x1 seat in coach for the next few hours.

"Yes?" She answered quickly, biting her tongue at the swiftness of her response. She felt the incessant need to tap her fingers on her left armrest, and instead decided to squeeze her thigh, running her nails back and forth. She didn't want to irritate Lauren with the noise. The noise would irritate Lauren. Lauren would be irritated by the-

"Camila!" Lauren growled, grabbing her tapping hand, taking it in her own. Camila's hand still shook despite Lauren's grip. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The older girl hissed, turning in her seat to face Camila. Her eyes flicked down to Camila's other hand that gripped tight at her leg and the slight shake it had as well.

"You don't get nervous on flights." Lauren said slowly. "Well, you do. But you don't act like a fucking chihuahua. You sleep it off. You sleep so you don't get scared." She took her bottom lip behind her alabaster teeth, her eyes narrowing.

Camila flinched as Lauren used her free hand to remove the reflective sunglasses she was still donning. The green eyed girl scoffed as she saw the dark circles lining dilated chocolate orbs. Shit, she was caught.

"You're fucking high?" Lauren lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "Fucking seriously?" Her grip on Camila's hand was bone-crushing. Camila started to get nervous, sweat forming on the back of her neck. "You thought snorting coke was the best idea before a flight? You hate flying."

"And what? You've never done it before?" Camila shot back. "God, you're probably the biggest drug addict I know." Camila snatched her hand away, Lauren's touch suddenly acid on her skin. Lauren expression turned to one of disgust.

"Yeah, Camz, I like to have fun. So fucking what?" She responded, her voice rising. "I know my limits. Sure, I've done it before a show for hype, or maybe at a party. I don't do it before a fucking flight, on some 'I Need It To Get Through My Day' bullshit. It's amazing you can't tell the difference." She sat back in her seat, crossing her arms with a huff.

"Really? You don't use it to get through anything?" Camila asked, incredulous. This time she was the one turning in her seat to face her bandmate. "If I recall, you can't even touch me without being out of your mind." Camila was so fucking tired, in more ways than one. The uppers wouldn't let her sleep, and they sure wouldn't allow her a filter.

"In fact, now that I think about it, I can't remember a single time you've fucked me sober. Is it that hard for you?" Camila spit mockingly. Lauren slammed a hand down on the arm rest between them, garnering a few glances from fliers across the aisle.