mute ➺ camren

Chapter Three

Ally led Camila up the stairs to the top of the set that led to the attic, her new room, and her new room mate. She turned herself and knocked against the slanted trap door, waiting a few seconds for a response. Soon enough, Lauren pulled the door towards her and stared at Ally, and then at Camila, and back to Ally.
"Can I just talk to you quickly?" Ally asked Lauren. Lauren hesitated before moving out the way of the door and letting Ally in. Closing the door on Camila, Ally stood up straight, and about a head and a half shorter than the younger girl.
"So you know we mentioned the possibility of a room mate..in here.." Ally suggested, leaving Lauren to figure out the rest. Lauren gave Ally a look, and Ally gave Lauren a scared smile.
"I'm really sorry, there's just no where else for her to go. Please, she doesn't even speak English she won't bother you." Ally tried to make a selling point. Lauren raised her eyebrows and shook her head a little, then after a few moments she threw her arms up and headed back to the trap door, pulling it open aggressively. She held it there until Camila got the message and came in timidly.
"Thank you, Lauren." Ally said gratefully before seeing herself out.

Lauren remained silent, and just headed over to the opposite end of the room which was mostly empty, except for a few books and items of clothing left on the bed. She collected the clothes and hung them over her arm, the books collected in a pile in her hands. She dumped it all on her own bed and went back over to the chest at the end of Camila's bed, lifting the lid and pulling out matching bed sheets, ones she previously used before she got her double bed. She placed them on the single bed which was just a plain black metal frame, a mattress, and two pillows sitting on top of a folded up double duvet. Lauren always had a double duvet.
"Gracias." Camila spoke rather quietly, knowing from secret eavesdropping that she wouldn't get a response from the raven haired girl. Lauren shot her a glare, surprising Camila with piercing green eyes, rather contrasting with her own golden brown. Lauren turned back to her bed, moving the old books off of her clothing and taking the items to her closet, hanging them up and putting them away. She collected the books again and knelt down at her bedside table, lining them up along the bottom shelf, as the other two were full up, and the surface of the bedside table had a stack on it.
"Puedes hablar?" Camila spoke, knowing full well that she didn't have to keep up her Spanish act around Lauren, it's not like she'd go and tell someone, but she still asked Lauren if she could talk. Lauren's piercing eyes shot at Camila, burning into her brown ones, confusing Camila as she had reacted like she understood what she had just said. Lauren's eyebrows were furrowing more by the second and she had to force herself to tear her eyes away, although she didn't know if she was stuck with anger or curiosity. Camila shook off their 'moment' and turned back to her bed, unfolding the sheets and the cover, and making a mess of putting them together.

Not long after, Lauren, now laid back on her bed with her earphones in and her laptop resting on her thighs, grew frustrated as Camila struggled to put the cover and the sheets together. Lauren rolled her eyes and pushed her laptop aside, pulling her earphones roughly from her ears and swiftly gliding across the room, grabbing onto the cover, causing Camila to jump away and let go of her mess. In a few quick movements, Lauren had put the sheets on the cover, and threw one pillow in Camila's direction, letting it fall at her feet, the pillow case following shortly afterwards. Camila collected the pillow and put the cover on it quite easily, as it was significantly smaller. She seemed fairly pleased with herself, until she turned around to find Lauren, having put the bottom sheet on and the cover on the second pillow, waiting for Camila to finish.
"Gracias." Camila spoke again, repeating one of the three words she had spoken to Lauren. She shook her head. It's more than she's tried to say, Camila thought to herself.

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Lauren barged into Ally's office, her hands pushing against the sides of her head, almost in an attempt to crack her own skull.
"Okay, sit." Ally said simply, throwing her pen down and pushing her paper work aside.
"What's the issue?" She asked, wasting no time in getting to the point. Lauren rolled her eyes and tried to explain with her usual facial expressions and hand motions, but she had never had this problem before, she didn't have a routine way of getting it across. She stood up and picked up the pen that Ally had just been using, and found an old envelope on the opposite desk. She turned it and began to write.