Lauren POV
Other then the fact that I'm an asshole and can't keep a stable relationship. Camila looks like someone I'd like to have a future with.
We got to my house and we got out of the car still raining hard.
"You're house is incredible Lauren." Normani complimented.
"Thank you. Dinah here helped design part of it."
Once we all had gone inside we assigned rooms.
"There are two extra rooms in this house, the other two are occupied by me and Dinah. But Camila, you're welcome in my room anyday." I smirked.
"I hate you." She responded annoyed.
"No but really there are two other rooms you can either share or be in seperate. It's up to you." I responded a lot more serious this time.
"Thank you Lauren." Normani said.
"You're welcome." I responded.
After a quiet moment Dinah grabbed Normani's arm and walked her to her room to change out of their some what wet clothes. Leaving me and Camila by the stair case.
"Camila, on a serious note I have clothes you can borrow as well." I offered.
She nodded and we went up the stairs to my room. I went to my closet a pulled out a pair of white shorts and a black 'The 1975' shirt.
"Here you go." I say handing her the clothes.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"It doesn't bother me if you dress here." I smirked an winked.
"Oh but it bothers me."
"It's right there." I say pointing to the door near my bedroom window.
As she was walking towards the bathroom I stopped her.
"Are you going shower?" I asked.
"Can I?" She asked.
"Yeah. If you--." Before I could finish she cut me off.
"Don't say anything stupid I already know what you were going to say." She says.
"What was I going to say?" I asked.
"That if I wanted to I could and then something about joining me." She responds.
"Damn you're good." I say walking to the closet and grabbing a towel here you go.
She goes into the bathroom.
I make my way to the other bathroom to take one as well.
Once I'm done I go back to my room to grab clothes and Camila is still in the shower.
I grab a pair of black joggers, a white shirt, black boxers with a black sportsbra.
I try to dress fast before Camila is done taking a shower. I put on my bra and my shirt as I was putting my legs inside the boxers as Camila opens the door in shock.
"Oh my- Im sorry." She starts apologizing. As she turns the other way.
I don't say anything I just finish putting my boxers and my joggers with a pair of nike socks.
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Colliding Worlds
FanfictionLauren and Camila, both famous and well very open with what they are. Lauren, the fuckgirl, and the flirt. Camila, the romantic, and the one that is all up for love. What will happen when their world's collide? Follow them on their journey and read...