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Chapter 28

A/n: I'M IN LOVE WITH A MONSTER IS SO GREAT THE LAUREN SOLOS ARE PERFECT IT'S NOT A CUTE DISNEY SONG LIKE I EXPECTED ITS AMAZING AND IT'S ALL IN ALL SUCH A FUN SONG SO IF YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED YET, I STRONGLY ADVISE LISTEN NOW.
Lol sorry, enjoy this update xoxo
Ps, I don't usually choose pictures that have any meaning but I chose this one bc Lauren was STRONG💪 because she survived the car crash!

I'll stop talking now lol
Lauren's POV*
"Lauren, your parents are signing your release forms, you will be home tonight." A nurse walks in and informs. Camila moves her hand from mine.
"Thank you" I say with a smile.
"What am I gonna tell my teachers?" I laugh but I'm actually really nervous about going back to school, I mean they will obviously take it as an excuse that all the windows busted out of my car and the people towing it out probably don't care about a backpack inside it, whether it fell out or gets in with the car being used for scrap metal, but it's just going to be such a hassle making up all the work and buying everything again.
"Don't worry about that. Worry about what we're doing for homecoming." Camila smirks.
"I don't know" I say in a flirty, breathy voice. "As long as it's different. And abnormal. Because we are abnormal" we laugh.
"I have lived the most normal life until I met you I don't know how to step out of the box. What do people in your books do?" She says.
"We could wear our dresses and makeup and heels and go to McDonald's" I say.
"Yeah and then after we could... Go to the beach at like 1 in the morning while nobody's there... In our dresses" Camila adds.
"That's like really romantic though" I laugh.
"Hey, it's our first date, romance is key" she says making an ok sign with her hand.(👌)
"Well Mickey D's and the beach in homecoming dresses it is." I say.
The nurse walks in with a wheelchair. I don't need a wheel chair?
"Lauren, your free to leave." She says with a smile.
"Umm... I don't need a wheelchair, my legs are fine it's my head" I laugh casually.
"Well they told me to bring it. Since you haven't stood up for a while and you took a pretty bad blow to the head, you might get a really bad head rush when you stand up." She informs.
I stand up and my vision goes blurry and a shooting pain runs through my head
"Ah" I accidentally let out. "Is this gonna happen everything I stand up?" I ask.
"Not this bad. It will get better each time you get up." She replies.
"You alright?" Camila says placing an arm around my shoulder. I wait until my vision goes back to normal and then start to walk.
"Yeah. Thanks, but I don't need the chair." I say, putting some of my weight onto Camila.
"Ok. The stitches will dissolve in a couple weeks and there will be minimal scaring. Everybody here is amazed that you got out of there alive, with only a cut on your head" the nurse exclaims.
"Thank you. I tried" I don't really know what to say. If I had died what would have happened? Would Camila feel guilty her whole life because she didn't get to apologize? Would Ansel care at all that I was gone? I mean probably a little but not as much as Camila would. I wonder if I had gotten permanent injuries, if Camila would still love me. I know she would. I'm just glad I made it out.
"Lauren!" My mom runs up to me and hugs me.
"I'm glad you're ok, baby girl" my dad says as Camila helps me shift my weight over onto his arm. I feel a lot better now though.
"I better get home now. Don't wanna keep my mom too worried." Camila says awkwardly.
"Bye, Mr. And Mrs. Jauregui. Bye, Lauren" she says in her polite- parent voice that everyone has when they talk to parents.
"Bye" I wave back as she makes her way down the hall towards the exit.
"Camila is such a sweet girl! When did you start being friends with her?" My mom asks.
"I don't know." I answer. "I'm tired." I change the subject not wanting to get into me and Camila. I wanted to tell them that she's my girl friend but I decided not to. I'm not gonna say anything about us until Camila is ready. Hell, I'm barely ready.
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I wake up the next morning to my parents hovering above me.
"Good morning!" They chirp. My head feels ok except for the pain around the stitches.
"Morning" I say groogily
"You can stay home from school today if you want, you don't have your stuff anyways or a car to drive yourself" my mom says.
"Ok." I say as I sit up in my bed.
"We have to go to work. Will you be ok on your own?" My dad says
"Of course I will. I'm not a little kid" I laugh "plus, my injuries aren't bad at all" I say.
"Alright, we're going now. Be good" my mom says as she kisses my forehead. He lip hits the end of the Enflamed area of where my stitches are and I cringe.
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My day is spent searching the house trying to salvage new school supplies, searching the Internet for a new phone due to mine being lost in the accident, eating ice cream, watching tv, and thinking about Camila. I've been counting the minutes until her lunch so I can call her on the house phone and soon the time comes and I attempt to remember her number and dial it.
"Hello?" She says. She probably doesn't recognize the number.
"Hey, it's Lauren" I say.
"Hey! How are you feeling?"
"Better. I miss you" I attempt to flirt.
"That's it. This is torture. I'm coming over there" she says, not sounding mad but abruptly hanging up the phone.
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I hear a knock on the door and scramble up from where I'm sprawled on the couch and quickly fix my hair which I haven't brushed all day.
"Hey! How ya feeling" Camila greets as I let her into the house.
"Better." I reply. "Bored out of my mind, stressed, but better nonetheless"
"You're so cute" Camila says causing me to blush.
"You as well" I say laughing. I'm not to good at this flirting and relationship stuff, it's my first time having to do it, cut me some slack.
"I just realized something" she says.
"What, Camz" I reply sitting on the couch, she plops down next to me and points at the wound on my forehead.
"When the stitches dissolve, your scar is kinda gonna look like Harry Potter's" she laughs.
"Oh great I suppose that means he-who-shall-not-be-named threw my car off the ditch and is trying to kill me. Although, I am definitely a muggle because I would have gotten my Hogwort's letter by now, I'm 17-"
Camila starts to laugh and I stop my nonsensical rambling.
"I love it when you talk literary to me." Camila says leaning in to kiss me.
I can tell she's only watched the movies or maybe it's just common knowledge that Harry Potter has a lighting bolt scar on his forehead- I am being kissed right now I need to stop thinking about books
Camila pushes her lips harder against mine and runs her hand up my thigh, around my waist, and through my hair. I have only ever kissed one person other than her and I've never "made out" with anybody so I am completely clueless.
I think Camila can tell I am because she puts her hand on mine and pulls them both on to her thigh. I smile onto her lips and she let out a quiet moan. Her teeth lightly graze my bottom lip and her tongue enters and caresses mine. She inches closer and moves her hand that was on my shoulder in between my arm and my side. She moves up just below my bôob and waits as if asking permission to do what we both know she wants. I nod my head and Her hand moves up and she palms me over my shirt. Ansel had tried to get this far but I never let him because I was too scared but you know that you really love someone when everything just feels natural with them. Plus Ansel was just trying to touch them when he thought It would be casual, Camila pretty much asked me for my consent.
I pull away, feeling like I have to sneeze. Of course, immune system had to ruin this moment and not fight off the hospital germs. I don't feel too sick but my throat hurts a little and my nose is a bit stuffy.
"What's wrong? Was it.. Was it my hand oh my gosh Lauren, just tell me if you don't feel comfortable, I-"
I hold up my pointer finger and let out a muffled sneeze into my elbow.
"Oh wow" she laughs leaning back in to pick up where we left off.