Rebel || Camila Cabello & G-Eazy

Part 4

Camila looked back from her phone and to the ground for the twentieth time in the past four minutes.

As bad as she wanted to call Lauren and tell her she found hotel they can stay at, she didn't know how. Bluntly call and tell her, then hang up?

Once a minute passed Camila straightened her back up a little and dialed Lauren's number. After a single ring, she picked up.

"Camz, hey!" She sounded more energetic than usual.

"Hi, Laur! I just called to say that I found a hotel! It's off a main route, I can text you the street and address."

"That's great, I'm pumped!" Pumped? Lauren Jauregui is quote unquote pumped?

Camila knitted her eyebrows and began second guessing. Lauren never used to even mention the word 'pumped', so why all of a sudden now? Sure, Lauren was capable of having fun and using some ridiculous words, but pumped was never one of them. That word was almost non-existent to Lauren. Camila was beginning to overthink everything and it annoyed her beyond compare. Ever since Gerald kept glaring at her during that show, giving her an almost practical awkward vibe, she hasn't been the same. She's never been known for second guessing but for crying out loud, her life has been completely bonkers lately and she can't blame anyone but herself for even putting herself up for willing to tour with Gerald.

"Camila?" Lauren asked, feeling as if she had hung up on her. Camila blinked rapidly, coming back from her daydream.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here." She breathed out, trying her best to play it off as if nothing had happened.

"You don't sound so good, wanna cancel? Hey, if that's what you want th-"

"No!" Camila began, practically almost shouting. "I don't want to cancel. I just zoned out, people do that all the time Laur. It's fine."

Lauren exhaled and then inhaled sharply, clearly not convinced. "Look, if you wanna talk about something jut know I'm here, okay? I don't care about the whole Gerald hating me thing, alright? I care about you, and if he can't see that then I don't know what to tell you but he better suck it up because I'm never going to stop caring about you, Camila."

Tears began to fill up Camila's vision, causing her to blink rapidly. "I care about you too, Lauren, and in all honesty, I'm sorry things are like this. I really want us all to be friends again but I know that's just a practical dream at this point knowing the fact you and Gerald would be willing to throw bricks at each other if you were given the opportunity, but I can dream, right? I can always dream that we will all be friends again, no matter how big Gerald gets or how busy he becomes. You, Gerald and I will be friends at some point in my mind and it keeps me going because at this point my mind can't handle the whole arguing and the whole bickering. It's too much. I'm sorry and I know it's none of my business but please tell me why can't we just get along for once in our lives."

At this point Camila's voice was shaking and she couldn't help but let her sobs escape her parted lips. She didn't care that she was confessing to Lauren, but she needed to get it off her chest and at this point it was spilling out of her. She didn't open up for some attraction or attention from Lauren, the truth is, she needed to let it off her chest. The thoughts she had going on in her mind were weighing her down and draining her energy.

"Hey, listen..." Lauren paused for a moment before speaking again, softer now. "It's not dumb that you want us to be friends again, and it's not worth saying sorry. I understand that you want to know what happened between Gerald and I, and that's fine."

Camila simply inhaled and exhaled, letting the air flow in and out of her almost as if it was a way to relieve her problems. She didn't understand why it was such a big issue, but the fact that Lauren was opening up to her and allowing her to become something more than just someone to talk to made her almost puzzled, unable to respond in a way she knew how. She didn't know how to respond hencing the fact she didn even know what was happening. It was all a practical blur, her mind not corresponding with what was happening before her.