a/n: loll...
"How long do you Camila will snap?" Lauren
giggled fiddling with my fingers while we laid on the grass staring into the open dark sky. We were in a park near the studio, laying down on the grass.
I scoff, "She already did." I allowed my eyes to intake of Lauren's facial expression. It was so relaxed and at peace. In a friendly way, she was gorgeous as hell. I don't know why I keep thinking that but it was true. "I wouldn't blame her." I joked.
"Cocky, aren't you?" Lauren kinks an eyebrow.
I grin, "Bitch, C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T, That's me, I'm confident. Don't want yo compliments. Use common sense. I'm on my Michelle Obama."
"Shut up." Lauren giggles, smacking my arm playfully.
"Don't hit the goods."
Lauren retorts, "What goods?"
"You would know. You've seen them and felt them." I teased. I turn my head towards Lauren and her face is red. It's visible that she's blushing hardcore.
"I hate you."
"I know you don't."
"Yeah I know."
A/N: short crappy chapter with fluff. sorryyy
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