thin walls (are calling me home)

Chapter 3

trigger warning for guns. it's nothing too much, they're barely there, but it's still better to be safe than sorry, i guess.

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There was one thing Camila wished she could change about herself, and that was her temper. It wasn't easily flared and she was almost always calm or in a good mood, but if someone did manage to make her angry, she would most likely not be able to hold back and snap at whoever was the cause of her aggravation. This had been the reason behind some fights between her and her friends, especially with Dinah and Zayn, who liked to tease her way too much. Camila usually didn't mind, but sometimes, when external factors were in play, she'd be annoyed by things she wouldn't give a second thought under normal circumstances.

Unfortunately for her, Camila's temper was especially bad today.

She was sitting on the desk in her bedroom, going through her bills and the little notebook where she kept note of her financial status. It was a boring, frustrating and worrying task that Camila hated with all her being, but it needed to be done. Especially now that the play was a mere week from its debut and Camila was all kinds of nervous and exhausted from all the time she spent working on her role. The fact that it was her first big acting job and that she was the lead actress certainly didn't help calming her nerves.

And that's why Camila almost jumped in her seat when the loud beat of some song reached her ears through her closed door. She tried to ignore it, she really did. She lasted four entire songs, which was honestly surprising, since she felt her pulse quickening by the minute. But between that and the constant noise caused by the vacuum cleaner, which she had been able to push into the back of her brain before the music started, Camila couldn't concentrate anymore on the math, something she'd never been good at in the first place.

Taking off her glasses and putting them on her desk, Camila rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands before running her fingers through her hair. With a deep breath, she grabbed them from their spot and put them back on her face while hastily getting up.

Camila stomped all the way from her bedroom to the living room to find Lauren humming gently to the song blasting through Camila's speakers while she used the vacuum to clean under the coffee table. She didn't even notice her girlfriend approaching, nor did she hear it when the young actress cleared her throat, but her head definitely did shoot up at the stern and loud tone with which Camila called her name.

"Lauren."

Green eyes met brown ones and Lauren smiled, but Camila's scowl didn't leave her face. As if it couldn't get any worse, the mild headache she had been experiencing for at least half an hour was alarmingly increasing now, and Camila couldn't help but bring her fingers to massage her temple lightly as Lauren walked to the stereo and paused the music.

"Hey babe, everything okay?" Lauren asked, her smile slowly leaving her lips.

"It would be if you could just lower the damn volume." Camila huffed, her tone harsher than she had intended for it to be.

Lauren flinched at her words, her eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry, I didn't think it would disturb you."

"Well yeah, it is disturbing me. I can barely concentrate and now I have a headache so if you could just be a little more considerate next time that would be great."

Lauren's eyebrows shot up when Camila was finished, and the light tint that colored her cheeks appeared to be more from anger than embarrassment. The green eyed girl tilted her head a little, frowning deeply after a second, which was good hint to Camila that she should take a deep breath to calm herself. She needed to keep her temper on check before things escalated too much. Before she could say anything else, though, Lauren spoke up.