Catfish

When It's Tomorrow

The elevator in the hotel isn't working. – WMU

Aww that sucks, do you want to come over? – SD

Are you sure, I could just go up the stairs. - WMU

Aren't you on floor 10? There's no way you would climb up ten flights of stairs willingly unless someone paid you to. – SD

That is true... – WMU

But I'm not sure, everyone was planning to go sightseeing again – WMU

You've already gone sightseeing with me dummy. Just come over, you can listen to me rant about JRat for another hour ;) – SD

Okay, I am not going to endure another hour of you talking shit about the trope and shit, why don't we just watch a movie or something? – WMU

White Chicks? – SD

I'll be there in 5 minutes. – WMU

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After a reasonable amount of movies (maybe 5, but who was counting anyways?), the two girls decide to talk. Or, Camila listens to Lauren talk about the trope – even though that had been a forbidden subject – and stares at her because she honestly had no idea what she was talking about, responding with yeah's or oh's when it seemed necessary.

"Honestly baby, they loved each other, why did that have to–"

"Lauren, I thought you said we wouldn't be talking about this because last time you got really upset about it." Camila whines, playing with Lauren's fingers out of boredom. Lauren sighs, and Camila hears her nod against the pillows.

"But baby, if someone were to suddenly tear us apart for no logical reason, wouldn't you be angry?" Lauren asks, looking down at her beautiful girlfriend who was deep in thought.

"Well, yeah, but–"

"You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did, it took you longer than two seconds to respond." Lauren sasses, a playful tone in her voice but she still is offended that her girlfriend that she loves so much didn't rush to say yes.

Camila looks up at her and groans. "Did I sound that annoying?" She asks, fidgeting with the sheets.

"Nope, you sounded like a frustrated girlfriend and your reaction was totally understandable." Lauren says, kissing the top of her head. Camila suddenly sits up.

"How can you do that?"

"Do what?" Lauren asks, trying to get her to lay back down, but Camila refused to, insisting instead on sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Forgive me for all of the shitty things I've said to you? I mean, I can't even forgive myself for being so harsh to the one person in the world who truly loves me without a doubt." She says, running a hand through her tangled hair and messy hair, probably from running it through with her hand on various occasions since she's come to Italy.

"Because I love you–" Lauren says, trying to ease Camila by rubbing her shoulders.

"Stop it!" Camila almost yells, getting as far away from Lauren and that god forsaken bed as possible.