You Know (C.C / You)

nine

I was enjoying myself. Camila and I were still outside, talking and laughing. I had went inside to get us cans of soda. She took Sprite, I took Pepsi. I sat back down, handing her her soda.

The fire was still going on, so I'm guessing from by the heat, Camila got hot and took her cardigan off. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam around her stomach and chest. I smiled a bit, my eyes returning to her eyes.

"So," Camila shyly began. "About that kiss.."

I smiled a bit, "Yeah? I liked it. Did you?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "In fact, I was wondering if we could do it again."

I licked my lips and smiled, then leaned in and kissed her again. I liked kissing Camila, and I feel like I want to do it over and over again, whenever I want. I liked Camila, and I want her all to myself.

I pulled away, slowly opening my eyes, "Go on a date with me."

"What?"

I deeply inhaled, then repeated, "Will you go on a date with me?"

Camila blushed and smiled, "Yeah."

•

Dinah had soon stumbled outside, drunk and looking for Camila. When she spotted her, she nearly tripped into the pit of fire as she walked over to her. She said hi to Y/N, then had said she wanted to go home. She was now currently in the passenger side of the car. Y/N and Camila stood outside of the car.

"You gonna be able to get home safely?" Y/N asked, looking around.

Camila nodded and smiled, cardigan in hand, "Yeah. It's not my first time with a drunk Dinah," she paused, then added. "So you'll text me details about the date?"

"Yeah," Y/N grinned. "I'll see you later."

Camila nodded and pecked her on the cheek, then rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. She started the car and looked at Dinah, who was passed out. Camila giggled and drove away.

Y/N was about to begin to walk to her car, seeing as how she now has no purpose at this party. But someone stopped her,

"You asked - asked her out?" Lauren hiccuped, causing Y/N to turn around.

Lauren was utterly drunk. She had a beer bottle in her left hand, her arms hanging loosely, and the way she stumbled without walking made it more obvious.

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, walking up to Lauren. "Come on, let me take you home."

"My - my mom doesn't know I drink," Lauren murmured, but loud enough for Y/N to hear.

"You can spend the night at my house," Y/N said, opening the car door for Lauren, who got in. Y/N took away the beer bottle, but Lauren snatched it away from her, glaring at Y/N.

"You - Y/N - you're suspicious, you know?" Lauren said once Y/N got into the car. She leaned over and strapped Lauren in, then herself.

"How so?" Y/N asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Like - you come out of nowhere, and somehow - everyone loves you?" Lauren started off. "You - you take my ex-girlfriend away from me - and you're slowly taking my friends. You're obviously keeping secrets for us - but no one else seems to notice."

Y/N chuckled, "I'm sure we all have secrets, Lauren."

"Yeah," she mumbled, turning her head to look at Y/N. "But not as big as yours."

•

I laid Lauren down on the couch, putting her head on the pillow. I took a blanket and covered her up, then went into the kitchen and got some Advil and water out, setting it on the coffee table. When Lauren wakes up, that's the first thing she'll see.

"Who is that?"

I looked at Reese, "Lauren. And why aren't you asleep?"

"I mean, it's technically the weekend," she scratched her arm.

"Oh, yeah," I murmured. "I asked Camila out on a date." I glanced at Lauren, making sure she was still asleep.

"And she said yes?" I nodded. "If this gets serious, you know you're gonna have to - "

"I know," I cut her off. "I know, Reese. I'm going to bed now, goodnight."

I gave her a small hug, which she returned, "Night."

•

I had set three plates out with eggs, bacon, and toast. I made myself a cup of coffee, and Reese orange juice. I didn't know what Lauren wanted to drink, she wasn't up yet. Reese sat at the table, while I exited the kitchen and into the living room.

"Lauren, wake up," I gently shook her awake.

She groaned, eyes fluttering open, "Where am I?"

"My house," I answered. "You're hungover. Drink this." I handed her two Advil's and water. She gladly took them, drinking a lot of water. "I made breakfast, you want any?"

"Uh," she groaned again, sitting up. "Sure."

Lauren rubbed her eyes, looking around the living room. I stood up, hearing her follow me.

"Reese, this is Lauren," I introduced. "Lauren, this is my little sister, Reese."

"Where's your mom and dad at?" Lauren blurted out, eating a slice of bacon.

"Business trip," I easily replied, this question becoming easy.

"Oh," she murmured. "Food is good."

I knew Lauren was skeptic about the whole business trip thing with my parents. I could tell by her face, and the way she was looking around the kitchen and living room. I shared a glance with Reese, who just shrugged.

"I remember that you asked Camila out," Lauren told me. "And that's it."

"Okay," I said. "You're okay with that, right?"

Lauren plastered a smile over her face, "Why wouldn't I be? I told you, Y/N, I'm fine with it."

"You didn't seem fine with it last night, when you were drunk and in my car," I started. "You said I was hiding something, that I was taking everything away from you."

"But you're not?" she questioned.

"You said it," I shrugged. "Not me."

"Huh," she kept her stare with me. "Well, I'm sorry. Never meant to accuse you."

"It's fine," I said. "I was just wondering why you would think that."

"I was drunk. And I wasn't thinking correctly."

I hummed in response.

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yay Camila and y/n are going on a date, maybe. and does Lauren actually think something is going on with you?

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-Gracie