A/N – Sorry for continuously changing the name and the cover for this >.< I'm really not happy with the cover though, so if anyone could help me out, I would love you forever!
"Camz?" Lauren asked groggily as she attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. Her left hand was trapped under a figure who was practically draped over Lauren. Sunlight streamed through the glass doors leading to the balcony, and the drapes billowed in a light morning breeze. "Camz," she muttered again, attempting to shake her human blanket awake.
"5 more minutes." A sleepy Cara asked, her face still buried in Lauren's neck.
Lauren processed the absence of Camila, and the presence of Cara. "Ok," she whispered in reply as she managed to escape from underneath Cara, and walk towards the balcony. As she stepped through the threshold, she picked up the phone and called for room service, asking for Coffee and two English breakfasts. Lauren took a seat on the chair on the balcony. She ran a hand through her hair, and relaxed into her seat as the wind continued to gently caress her hair.
"Hey," Cara relaxed into the seat next to Lauren, joining her as she stared out at the city. "Beautiful day."
"Yeah," Lauren agreed paying no real attention.
"Have you called Camila yet?" Cara asked.
Lauren sighed. "What if she doesn't pick up?"
"She's your best friend, why wouldn't she pick up?" Cara asked. At that moment there was a tap at their door, and Cara swiftly got up to receive their breakfasts.
Lauren thought about it. Why wouldn't Camila pick up? Camila probably blamed herself for their fight and was probably attempting to reach Lauren on her Miami number. It was only fair that Lauren should call and inform Camila of her whereabouts.
But then again, Lauren has found herself increasingly present on the covers of various magazines, and more frequently the star of gossip articles online. Camila would surely already know that Lauren was on a job.
Lauren decided, if Camila wanted to talk to Lauren, she would have already asked Lauren's parents for a way to contact Lauren. Lauren concluded Camila needed space, and in her own time, Lauren would be able to explain everything to Camila.
"Wow," Cara commented as she walked out onto the balcony holding a tray with their breakfast on it. "Something going on?" She asked noticing Lauren's frigid demeanor.
"It's nothing." Lauren leaned forward to stop Cara from adding foam and sugar to her coffee.
"It's Camila isn't it?" Cara asked, as she added foam to her coffee and took her seat once again. Buttering a slice of toast and placing slices of bacon on it, she poured baked beans onto it, topping it off with her egg, and closing off her sandwich.
"That's not how you eat an English breakfast," Lauren raised her eyebrows. "It's not supposed to be a sandwich."
Cara simply shrugged, taking a bite out of her breakfast sandwich. "You're avoiding the question."
"I'm giving her space." Lauren finally answered. She picked up a strip of bacon not bothering with utensils.
"Why?" Cara asked, her mouth still full from taking a huge bite. Cara giggled and held up a finger, motioning for Lauren to wait. Once she had successfully swallowed her bite, Cara continued her question. "You are supposedly inseparable."
"We had a fight." Lauren shrugged it off like it was no big deal.
"Happens often?" Cara raised an eyebrow pointedly, noticing the way Lauren dismissed the situation.
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