They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 6- Understanding

Camila Pov

We sat there in silence for a bit. Lauren caressed my cheek while I smiled at her. Until finally she broke the silence.

"You're so beautiful, Camz." She slurred, biting her lip.

This caused a shy smile to spread across my face.

"If only you weren't drunk. What did you want to talk about?" I asked, stroking her cheek.

"Not talk, do." And without hesitation, Lauren sat up and brought my face to hers in a passionate kiss. I didn't pull away, even when my mouth was invaded by the alcohol I tasted, along with her strawberry lip balm. Soon her tongue brushed against my bottom lip, asking for passage which I granted. Her tongue gently slid across mine, and I felt her hand cup the back of my neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Her other rested on my waist, pulling me closer to her. I ended up straddling her, leaning down to keep our lips connected. Her hands slid down to my butt, gripping it the moment they landed. In response, I took her bottom lip in between my teeth and tugged, opening my eyes to see her smirking.

"Holy mother of God." Dinah spoke from the entrance of the hallway. I practically hopped off of Laurens lap, crashing to the wooden floor.

"Fucking hell, Dinah!" I said rubbing my back that now screamed in pain.

"Right back at you! I thought y'all would talk not make out on my couch like what the fuck?!" She said lifting her eyebrows.

"Be happy that we are now open about our feelings." Lauren slurred, sitting up to gaze at Dinah who shook her head in disapproval.

"This is not how I imagined things to go. And Mila I'm especially surprised towards you. Lauren is drunk! Don't use her like that girl it ain't right." She said shaking her head.

"For the last fucking time, I AM NOT DRUNK!" Lauren exclaimed, rising to her feet to only fall over my body and crash next to me, face-planting the hard wooden floor, knocking her out cold.

"Shit!" I said shimmying to her side. "Lauren, Laur wake up!" I said shaking her shoulders.

She groaned in response, but that didn't mean she could hear me or was awake.

"Dinah look what you did!" I yelled, and could feel my eyebrows stitch together in a worried state. Dinah ran over and helped me put her back on the couch, her body falling to the side when we tried positioning her upright.

"The girl don't even have a backbone." Dinah said shaking her head.

"Hello she's knocked out what the hell do you expect? For her body to just naturally support her weight? Are you able to sit up while your knocked out?"

Dinah seemed to think about my words before shaking her head.

"Then shut up." I said sitting on the edge of the couch and staring at Lauren. "She never does this, Dinah. She only drinks when there is a serious problem. And that only lasts a day or two. This whole week she's been drinking." I said, running my fingers through Laurens tousled hair.

"I know, Mila. We just have to let Lauren muster up and tell us herself. We can't force it out of her if she doesn't want to tell us. We might make things worse even." Dinah was right. Lauren was not much of a person who would confide in another. She always kept to herself and never wanted to tell anyone what had been wrong. And when she came across a problem, she would drink her problems away and think that that would help. The huge hangover the next morning that she carried around didn't seem to bother her anymore.

I stared at her peaceful state, her body undertaking the quiet world of sleep. She had needed it. Her chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm. I outlined the shape of her lips with my thumb, stopping on her right cheek. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering for a minute before pulling back and smiling. "Goodnight, Laur. Sleep well." I whispered before rising to my feet. I pulled the small blanket off of the top of the couch and unfolded it over top of her sleeping form.

I made my way to the room where the rest of the girls were sleeping. After Dinah had told me not to worry about Lauren, she left me to say goodnight. Once inside the room, I pulled the door shut and walked over to where Dinah sat reading a book. "Dinah Jane reading a book? Did you switch bodies with a slightly better version of you?" I asked slumping down beside her.

"Very funny, Cabello. No. Just figured I'd kill time while you said goodnight to your girlfriend." She smirked, closing the book and tossing it on the nightstand above us. Every time we had a sleepover at Dinahs house, we would sleep on the floor. I snuggled into Dinahs side, resting my head on her shoulder.

"I wish. Do you think we will ever be together?" I asked filled with hopefulness.

"I'm sure someday you will be. Don't you worry, Mila. Things only get better." Dinah said with a smile, kissing me on my forehead.

"This is why you're my best friend." I said giggling with a low voice, hoping the others weren't awake to hear that small comment. It's only because Dinah and I have a lot of similarities, and we just tend to get along no matter what. I can't remember the last time that Dinah and I had a fight. Or if we have ever even had one. The only time she gets upset is when management tries to separate me and Lauren. Backstage is the only place that me and Lauren can interact anymore. People are starting to notice that me and Lauren don't even look at eachother. It's not that we hate eachother, far from it, but because management won't let us interact. If it were up to me, I would want our relationship to become public.

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The next morning when I woke up, Lauren had still been sleeping on the couch. No one else was awake either. I tip toed over to her sleeping form, kneeling down in front of her and caressing her eyebrow. I smiled to myself, seeing her stir a bit in her sleep. She then took me off guard, the bright green emeralds being unmasked by her heavy eyelids.

"Good morning." She smiled with a deep raspy voice, which captured my heart immediately. She soon brought her hand to her head, squeezing her eyes shut in protest to the hangover that started taking over.

"Fuck. How much did I drink last night?" She asked, rubbing in circles on her temples.

"Alot." I giggled, running a hand through her tousled hair. She caught my wrist, shoving my hand away. I internally screamed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a bit confused to the sudden behavior. One minute she was making out with me, the next she's shoving my hand away.

"Don't take pitty on me. Just because I got a bit drunk doesn't mean I can't take care of myself afterwards. Hell I already know what will fix this; And that's getting drunk again." She said sitting up and regretting it afterwards as her head started spinning, I imagine. By the way her head started swaying, and her eyes squinting and the gritted teeth showing through her slightly parted full lips, it looked as though she was about to topple right back down to the arm of the couch.

I rested a hand on her back and smiled hesitantly. "Lauren don't push me away, I'm just trying to help."

"I don't need your fucking help! I can take care of myself," she swung her legs over the side of the couch, standing only to fall back down on the cushions.

"FUCKING HELL! WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I JUST BE HAPPY FOR ONCE WITHOUT ALL OF THIS SHIT IN MY LIFE!" And that's all it took. I sat on her lap, wrapping my legs around her waist, wrapping my arms around her, and resting my head in the crook of her neck.

"I'm here, Lauren." I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt her head rest on my shoulder and her arms squeezing me closer to her.

"It's just so fucking hard..." She sobbed.

"I know, Laur. Everything will be okay now, I promise." I said lifting my head to plant a kiss on her cheek. I wiped her tears that streamed down her perfect snow white cheeks.

"You promise, Camz?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I promise." I smiled. "Now tell me what's the problem with you." I spoke gently, brushing my hand on her cheek.

"Dad has cancer. They say he only has months to live. They found it too late."