Waiting For Superman (Camren)

Chapter Four

"I've never heard that one before," Lauren heard as she hung up on Normani, and sat down on a bench. Lauren looked up expectantly, finding Cara sat beside her.

"Hey," Lauren smiled softly, looking away, watching the passersby instead.

"Hey," Cara relaxed a little more. She leaned against the back of the bench, unlike Lauren who was seated on the edge of her seat, her elbows on her knees, holding herself up. They sat in a comfortable silence until Cara decided to break the silence. "So Camren's real?" she asked, as a grin spread across her lips.

Lauren chuckled nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Cara reassured. "But I have always shipped Camren."

"Camren's not real." Lauren surprised Cara as she spoke. "I love her, but I haven't told her. I can't."

"Must suck," Cara started. "Being in a world full of people who can walk in a straight line, I mean."

Lauren laughed appreciatively at Cara's attempt to lighten the mood. "Sure does." Lauren spoke, realizing it was true. "If she were here, she would be dragging me by the hand around Paris; running through the small streets, giggling excitedly, asking people to take pictures." A small smiled played on Lauren's lips. "I'd run behind her, feed her banana crepes, and just watch the twinkle in her eye, instead of the fireworks behind the Eiffel tower."

"Then let's go." Cara said, unexpectedly standing up and offering Lauren her hand. "Let's explore Paris, the city of lights. Let's find all the little cafés with the best banana crepes so that when you come back one day, with her, you'll know exactly where to go, to find that sparkle in her eyes."

Lauren hesitantly took Cara's hand in her own, as she was helped up to her feet. Cara reached up around Lauren's neck, and adjusted Lauren's scarf for her.

They ran through the little alleyways, and through the big streets. Cara didn't let Lauren stop, dragging her from place to place, in and out of almost every café they stumbled upon, every tourist shop, and every brand store. They traveled up and down elevators in big malls, and round and round architectural tourist attractions. They swung around street lamps as the streets went dark and the lights came on.

The whole city seemed to come to life in the evening, and they almost lost track of time. Cara rushed them back to the hotel, where the annoyed looking photographer told them off for a good 15 minutes for being late.

But it didn't matter to Lauren. She was in pure bliss. Every stop they made, she imagined being there with Camila, making Camila smile. She imagined how Camila would want to feed the pigeons, and buy this keychain, that scarf or that item of food. She imagined laughing her night away, loosing track of time entirely, and falling into a deep slumber the next morning with Camila cuddled up to her side, exhausted after their night time wanderings.

And as the photographer took his pictures, the glint in Lauren's eyes, reflected all the happiness in the world. Thinking about Camila.

Their fight didn't matter, nothing mattered. All Lauren desperately wanted to do was call up Camila and apologize. She knew none of it was Camila's fault, and she hoped Camila would understand.

Lauren posed in her black attire. She faced the camera as the dim street lights hit her face, illuminating her eyes. Cara came around, and stood in front of Lauren. Lauren held Cara delicately at the waist, and nuzzled her face into Cara's neck, still looking intently at the Camera.

Ecstatic and over the moon with the result, the photographer bid them goodnight, as the models came together and took the rest of the night off. The whole crew was headed to a restaurant in the heart of Paris to eat. Lauren reluctantly agreed to tag along, but silently hoped she could make it back to the hotel room in time to call Camila.