Finding someone who wasn't absolutely wasted at the party was hard, but with the help of Luis, Lauren and Camila eventually got someone to give them a ride home. Lauren knew the other girl's parents would kill the both of them if they found out that Camila was drunk. So she decided on just going back to hers, knowing her parents would be fast asleep by now and wouldn't catch Camila's drunk ass stumbling in.
"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with that dude." Lauren grunted, gripping onto Camila as she pulled her up the stairs to her room.
"What do you mean? Tyler was really nice. He thought I was pretty." The brunette smiled, a dopey look on her face. Lauren huffed out a breath.
"I mean, he was probably trying to get you drunk on purpose so he could sleep with you." She helped Camila up the last step, then opened her bedroom door.
Camila frowned, "You really think he'd do that?" She stumbled a bit, but eventually made her way to Lauren's bed and sat down on it.
Lauren nodded, "Yeah, of course I do." She looked away from the other girl, staring hard at the door as she closed it, "I mean, it's happened to me before, so.."
She felt Camila's eyes burning into her, but couldn't look up.
"Was that how you lost your.. you know..." She mumbled.
"My virginity?" Lauren laughed bitterly, "Yeah. It was." She stared at Camila for just a second, the sad look in her eyes almost making her angry. She didn't want her pity. It was her mistake to get drunk with a boy she barely knew. She already regretted every second of it.
Camila tilted her head, "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?" Lauren wondered, raising her eyebrow.
Camila stood, walking up to the older girl.
"That thing where you try to make the things that hurt you into a joke. Or act like they aren't as serious as they really are." She carefully slipped her hand into Lauren's, running her thumb over her knuckles with care.
"I don't know." Her green eyes stared intently at their conjoined hands, "Maybe cause when it's a joke it can't hurt me. I can just act like it's not real; I don't have to feel." She felt her eyes burn, blinking quickly to stop herself from suddenly crying.
"It's okay to feel, Lauren. You're allowed to feel." Camila said softly, abruptly embracing the older girl. Lauren smiled, returning the hug.
"I have to tell myself that sometimes too," The shorter girl pulled away, still standing quite close to Lauren and continuing to hold both of her hands. She looked away shyly, her cheeks a bit pink, "that it's okay to feel."
Maybe it was the alcohol she had in her system still, or the way that she felt that Camila was finally letting her in just a bit, but Lauren got a sudden burst of confidence. She lifted Camila's chin with her hand, causing the other girl to look her in the eyes.
"Me too." She breathed, so soft that Camila barely heard it, before pressing her lips gently against hers.
Something about this kiss was different. It wasn't rushed and in a hurry like the others. It was slow, gentle, careful. Lauren poured out all the things she wanted to tell Camila into it. All the things she couldn't say sober.
It made Camila's stomach turn. At first she thought it was in a good way, and then, when she pulled away for a second she realized that all that alcohol she consumed earlier was about to come right back up.
"Oh god." She quickly said, covering her mouth, "I think I'm gonna throw up." The other girl's eyes widened, and before she knew it Camila was running out of the room into the bathroom. She followed her quickly until she found her head first in the toilet.
The raven haired girl sighed, before sitting down beside her and pulling back the hair from her face. She rubbed her back soothingly, a worried expression on her face. Once Camila had emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet, she sat back. Her face was red and she had tear stains on her cheeks.
Lauren grabbed a tissue and wiped the other girl's mouth. Camila wiped the wetness off her cheeks, "Thank you." She smiled weakly. Lauren returned the smile, pushing loose hair away from the brunettes face.
"This is so embarrassing, I knew I shouldn't have drank so much." Camila blushed, pressing her face into her hands. Lauren chuckled, "It's okay." She scooted closer to her, and rubbed her back, "Everyone gets shit-faced and pukes at least once in their life."
Camila peeked up at her through her fingers, "Even in the middle of kissing someone?" For a second Lauren was taken aback from her question, since this was the first time Camila had ever acknowledged something like that out loud. But she grinned back at her.
"Yes. Even in the middle of kissing someone."
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By the time the clock hit 1:00AM, the two girls were finally in bed for the night. Camila was wearing one of Lauren's large t-shirts with some tiny shorts underneath, (which may be causing Lauren to have heart palpitations.), and Lauren had on a tank top and coordinating shorts.
Camila was lying on her stomach, her face opposite Lauren's, with slow, even breaths coming out of her mouth. The eldest girl watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed, unable to sleep because of the thoughts filling her brain. Without much thought, she reached forward, running her fingertips across Camila's small back.
It was odd, lying in bed together like this. She was so used to falling asleep after some.. unmentionable, actions had taken place. Observing Camila in such a calming way, unfueled by an inappropriate objective, was definitely new.
Her fingers danced across the younger girl's back, tracing random patterns along it. Her heart was heavy, and she could feel it warming her chest. She knew that feeling. It happened everytime she thought about the small Latina lying in bed next to her, her chest became warm and she felt a flutter in her stomach. Her hand stopped it's motions.
She had feelings for Camila. Like, more-than-just-sex feelings.
"Why'd you stop? That felt good." Camila's raspy voice mumbled, as she turned her head to stare at Lauren. Dopey brown eyes watched her, and Lauren laid her head down next to her, returning her hand to her back and continuing her ministrations.
"Sorry."
Camila's dark eyes closed, relaxing once again under Lauren's touch. After a moment of silence, a tan arm reached out and wrapped itself around Lauren's waist, pulling her into the younger girl until they were sharing each others heat. Surprised, Lauren froze for a second before cuddling into the other girl. Shutting her eyes, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Goodnight, Lauren." Camila's words were hot on the other girl's pale neck. She took a deep breath.
"Night, Camz."
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