the cards that life deals you {camren}

eleven

It had been a solid week since Lauren threw yet another legendary party and in the end, unceremoniously admitted her feelings for Camila. The green eyed girl, as hard as she tried, couldn't get that odd expression on Camila's face out of her thoughts. As the night dragged on into the day and her head as well as the rest of her body began to protest how much she drank, Lauren kept thinking that she may have pushed Camila away for good.

Contrary to how it seemed, that was definitely not what she wanted. Lauren just wanted Camila to realize that she had her already and all she had to do was say the word. The pale woman knew that as soon as Camila wanted her, Lauren was all hers no matter what. When the pale girl thought on that later on, she became disgusted with herself at how love sick she must have seemed.

She was never the one chasing after people, everyone always chased after her. Lauren assumed maybe it was a good change, one that would knock her down a few pegs and make sure that she knew exactly what she put others through on a weekly basis. Lauren's hands ached from how hard she was clenching the leather steering wheel in her fists. Camila had finally decided to call her and briefly she asked if Lauren wouldn't mind meeting her at the park two neighborhoods over.

It was a thirty minute drive at the longest with traffic. Since there was none, the pale woman arrived in fifteen.
Her combat boots scraped against the concrete that led to the wood chipped playground. Camila was sitting on a rusty swing, just pushing herself slightly back and forth with the tips of her white and yellow converse. Lauren silently slipped into the swing beside the unsuspecting woman, and allowed a smirk to tug at her lips.

"You're gonna fuck those up pretty bad if you keep rubbing them in the dirt like that." At Lauren's husky voice, Camila jumped and her head snapped up so fast that it felt as though she pulled something.

"Crap!" The Cuban hissed in pain as she cupped the side of her neck.

Lauren chuckled and shook her head as she leaned her forehead against the rusty chain holding the swing up that was closest to Camila.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't curse so much around me." Camila suggested with a sheepish smile and a low clearing of her throat. The brunette's warm brown eyes looked up into Lauren's and seemed more open then than they had since she arrived back in Los Angeles.

"Well, cursing or not, my mouth is dirty either way." Lauren said with a smirk, aiming for the exact response that she got from the other woman.

Camila's eyes widened as she thought about the implications of what the green eyed girl had said, and Lauren's smirk turned into a shit-eating grin.

"I'm kidding, chill out, Camz." Lauren said with a lighthearted laugh.

Camila nodded to herself and pushed a smile onto her lips.

"Are you still mad at me?" Camila asked a little insecurely. Lauren rolled her eyes at the question, but knew that lying would get her nowhere.

"Of course." She stated bluntly and caused Camila to cast her gaze downward. The brown eyed girl knew that letting her insecurities about their situation get in the way would only bite her on the ass in the end.

"Lo... it's not like I haven't thought about the kiss since the party. Not like I haven't thought about us since the party..." Camila trailed off and her fingers gripped around the heavy chains holding the swings up.

"I'm sorry I kept running away from this, but I want to at least give it a try."

Lauren's eyes lifted to meet Camila's after the tanned girl's confession. Green eyes sparkled with mischief and bitter mirth.