Someone Like You; Camren

four

When she arrived back at the house, Camila practically flung herself through the front door.

"Where is she?" she gasped, panting for air. Damn she was out of shape.

Her wife sighed gesturing over her shoulder. Brown orbs fell upon the green-eyed woman who was currently curled in a ball on the couch, sleeping soundly. Camila couldn't help but stare. She looked younger, more innocent. The tension between her brows was gone and she actually seemed relaxed, like everything in the world didn't just go wrong for her. There was a small cut on her forehead that hadn't been there a few hours ago, and a band-aid, that she assumed her wife had so selflessly placed there. It made the younger woman's heart ache.

"How did she get here?" She questioned, turning back to her wife. "They said she wrecked her car."

"I don't know." The older woman shrugged, trying to piece together what little information her wife had given her before she fled earlier with the observations she made when the drunken green-eyed woman had knocked on her door. "I guess she walked. She was a bit beat up but she seemed fine enough to walk and talk." She motioned to her forehead. "Maybe we should call the police."

"Okay. But if she doesn't seem to need a hospital maybe we..." Camila hesitated. Her wife sighed, seemingly understanding her concern.

"We'll let her sleep a bit first." The shorter woman assured with a nod. "But the police still need to know."

The Latina breathed out a sigh of relief, wrapping her arms around her wife's smaller frame. "Thank you." Her heart was still pounding in her chest, but she relaxed a bit feeling the Italian's hands rubbing circles on the small of her back lightly. Camila inhaled the scent of her hair, her eyes fluttering shut.

Ariana let out a chuckle, kissing the side of her head. "For what?"

"Well... just everything." Camila mumbled into her wife's light brown locks.

"I know she meant something to you." She admitted. "I can't deny that it makes me jealous sometimes but at the end of the day, I still got the girl." Her wife smiled softly. "I'll give you a minute. Come back to bed soon, alright?" The shorter woman gave her a light squeeze before releasing and retreating up the steps.

Boomerang. That's what Camila decided was the perfect word to describe the woman now sleeping on her couch. No matter what Camila would try to rid her from her heart, as soon as she turned around, Lauren would come back, swing around moments later, only to knock an unguarded Camila in the head. Head over heels.

Somehow Lauren always seemed to win when it came to the game of love. But now both Camila and Lauren were the losers because there was a new player in the game this time, a small Italian player who had already won and taken Camila's hand in marriage as her prize.

She never objectified the younger Latina though. She was selfless and patient, kind and willing. She was perfect and it made Camila feel even more guilty now that she was sitting on the coffee table just watching the woman she loved

You mean" love." Stop it!

sleeping on her couch, knowing that she couldn't do anything to try and fix her, fix them.

Camila knew she should be thinking about her wife. She should always be thinking about her wife, but she wasn't. Not always. Sometimes, it would wander to Lauren. To the times when they would secretly hold hands and the way those green-eyes seemed to just glow in the dark nights when they would lie together in the hotel bedroom, after everyone else had long gone to sleep, fingers tracing cheeks, soft lips on soft lips, and their limbs tangled in the cool sheets.

But Ariana was the one who promised to take care of her, the one who promised never to hurt her, to keep her safe, to hold her and guard her heart from any pain. Ariana. She was the one who waited for her, was willing to wait for her to finally come around, get over Lauren and accept someone who could treat her with nothing but tenderness and respect. And more importantly, she was willing to do it publically without fail. She waited for so long. Maybe she's still waiting.

Ariana had come in when Lauren had pushed Camila away, when Lauren had run from everything, afraid of what the two had and how people would react. Camila had always thought that was the reason, the real reason, why Lauren wanted to leave the group, though she never dared to voice her theory out loud. She just sat, as she always did, and watched. She watched Lauren throw her necklace across the room. She watched Lauren cry until she couldn't cry anymore. She watched Lauren yell at her and blame her for everything. She watched Lauren apologize and kiss every part of her shaking body. She watched Lauren tear herself apart. She watched Lauren tear them apart. And then she watched Lauren walk away. No matter what, she was always watching Lauren. And sometimes, she wondered if Lauren was watching her too.

And here she was, years later, after their careers had retired and they had decided to settle down. Only, things weren't settled, not even close. The green-eyed woman shifted in her sleep, letting out a low groan before reaching blindly, grabbing one of the couch pillows and snuggling it into her chest, the smallest smile on her lips. A mummer of incoherent words escaped her mouth as she buried her face further into the cushions and Camila couldn't help but chuckle at the childish sight.

You're such an idiot, Lauren.

She thought, bringing a hand up to ghost over the cut on her forehead.

But she's your idiot.

She's my nothing, not anymore.

She's your everything, always has been.

I have Ariana.

But she doesn't have you.

Shut up!

Deciding that she had tortured herself mentally enough, she opted to return upstairs to her bedroom. The wooden coffee table creaked as she stood. Freezing in her footsteps, she glanced back over her shoulder to see that the older woman's eyes were still closed.

Carefully, she tiptoed over to the staircase, placing her foot gently on the first step.

"Don't." Her entire body tensed.

"You're awake?" she gasped, spinning around.

"I felt you staring." The older woman mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Sorry." She whispered, glancing down at her feet. "Go back to sleep."

"Wait, Camz." Her chocolate eyes lifted to meet shattered sea glass ones.

"I love you." The woman exhaled. Don't you dare say that.

Her heart betrayed her and she swallowed hard before letting out a shaky "I love you too" into the darkness.

The staircase squeaked and she looked up to see her wife at the top of the stairs, a heartbroken smile etched on her face.

Shit.