Stand by me

Chapter 8

Lauren pov:

I should've known falling asleep would be hard, especially for me. When there's two people in your bed that you barely knew would be a bit awkward if you ask me, but Camila and Maddie were fine already in a deep sleep while I just laid there awkwardly counting to pass the time. I was adopted imagine that. A nobody is now a somebody, I can't believe it.

Sleep still hasn't come for me yet and its already well after 2 in the morning, everyone's still fast asleep, something I should be partaking in.

I just don't get why it has to be hard for me to sleep. I heard a groan to my right. Camila. I watched as she stretched and yawned while simultaneously rubbed her beautiful yet drowsy eyes. I held my breath as she looked up into my drowsy eyes. "Can't sleep?" she asked. But we both knew the answer. I shook my head no.

Camila sighed while hesitantly placing an arm around me. My heart must have jumped a few feet just like my body did. "I'm gonna cuddle with you is that ok?" she asked calmly. Shaking my head yes Camila wrapped both her arms around me and spooned me. My heart was a racing mess, I swear she could feel it thumping against my ribcage. I haven't been this close intimately with someone in my life .

It honestly feels so surreal to even be this close to anyone, after not having that in my life you know, it's just so weird for me. Camila sighed quietly while snuggling more in to me. Holding my breath I tried to let myself relax in her warm arms but it was hard. But I did it. Soon sleep overtook my body.

Demi's POV:

I couldn't sleep. Knowing that I know had the responsibility of a child. Well of a young teenager was surreal. I am now a mother. Damn. I had to known she was ok, so I could rest peacefully. I needed that extra reassurance.

Quietly getting out of my bed I walked over to the girls room. Opening the door I saw my baby Lauren sitting at the windows ledge with Camila's guitar.

Lauren could play. Her body swaying with the melody of the guitar. I didn't recognize the song she was playing. Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She started singing.

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

We're stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,

I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.