Anchors •Camren•

24

"Hello?" Camila hurriedly spoke into the phone as she rushed a shipment of guitars into the shop. They were immensely behind that afternoon, a bunch of the people who were supposed to be working were getting high in the break-room so the brunette had to hold down the shop on her own.

"Well hi to you too, baby." A husky voice chuckled through the line.

"Lauren," Camila contently sighed, her girlfriends voice instantly spread a calm through the younger girls entire being. "Babe I'm sorry I'm just super busy at work," She huffed as she shuffled a box through the back door.

"You're still there? You were supposed to get off twenty minutes ago."

"Don't pout," Camila chuckled.

"What makes you think I'm pouting?" Lauren retorted.

"I can practically hear it through the line, gorgeous." Camila giggled as she directed where the delivery man should drop a box.

"Whatever..." Lauren dropped off her statement.

"Don't get smart with me, Jauregui."

"Oh God, call me by my last name again."

Camila instinctively smirked to herself, turning away from the task at hand. "Jauregui," The brunette drew out in a low, husky voice.

"Dear God. Be ready, I'm picking you up in fifteen minutes."

"Lauren! You are not picking me up! Or speeding to get here!"Camila replied in a stern voice despite the dorky grin inhabiting her features.

"Camz, the publishing house is twenty minutes from the music store I'll only be speeding a little bit. Plus you did this to yourself, don't call me 'Jauregui' and not expect me to want to jump your bones."

"Lauren!"

"See you in fifteen minutes, baby!" Lauren chuckles before ending the call.

With a shake of her head, Camila puts her phone in her back pocket before checking over the order of instruments with the delivery man. 

"Watcha looking at, Chancho?" Dinah questions from her place atop the front counter.

"Just these billing statements from last month," Camila sat behind the front counter vigorously scampering through paperwork before a certain voice brought her out of her work trance.

"I think one of your employees is high as a kite in the classical music section," Lauren chuckles as she leans her upper weight on the counter by Dinah's side.

"Oh God," Camila groans as she tosses the papers in her lap off to the side. "Do you know who?"

"I think it was that Haley girl that hit on me the other day. She talked about how good my ass looks in this dress," Lauren shrugs as Dinah chuckles at the anger in Camila's eyes.

"Hanna, I'm going to fucking kill her." Camila growls as she stands from her seat.

"No, no," Lauren chuckles as she wraps a protective arm around the brunette's waist when she tries to walk by. "Why would you do that?"

"For one thing she shouldn't be high at work, and the most important thing? She shouldn't be looking at what's mine." Camila answers with conviction in her voice as she wraps her arms around Lauren's neck.

"Oh? What's yours?" Lauren teases before interlocking their lips in a searing kiss.

"Mine," Camila contently hums when they break away.