"Come on Camz, get up." Lauren spoke whilst shaking my shoulders violently.
"But my classes don't start until 9." I mumbled into my pillow after seeing it was only 6:30.
"Yeah I know that, but I looked through your stuff to get your books ready last night and you didn't actually bring anything to write with or on." She reasoned.
"Oh shit. Yeah, I forgot." I turned my head towards her, squinting at the brightness of the bedroom light.
"Exactly. We need to go get them. So stop being a twat and get up." She yanked the duvet off of me and threw it on her bed.
"Hey! That's politically incorrect - you can't say that anymore," I whined. "And this room is already cold, don't make me freeze."
"It's not. Get up."
"Fine," I grumbled giving Lo a harsh stare. "By the way, you said twat like such an idiot - it's not twot, it's twat," I said referencing to the way she pronounced it.
"Get changed and bring the textbooks and your bag because I'll drop you off at the campus after we have everything," she ignored me.
"Ok," I yawned making my way to the bathroom.
I did my morning routine which I assume Lo already did since she was dressed in high-waisted black jeans and a grey crop top, with makeup done and everything. I wore some light blue denim jeans and a white top with a cream leather jacket to shield me from the cold. As I was applying the mousse to give my hair natural waves I could smell the food from the kitchen. I quickly slipped some white converse on and made my way there, hungry and impatient.
I stopped in the doorway and saw a breakfast feast laid out; pancakes, fruit, scrabbled eggs, toast, croissants and hot chocolate because neither of us have grown up yet.
"Woah," I cooed. " This smells so good."
Lo turned to look at me as I spoke and then continued to reach for the Nutella jar on the top shelf of the draw. She was evidently struggling.
"Need some help?" I questioned with eyebrows raised.
"You're shorter than me." She stated, continuing her struggle. She was now on her tip toes and leaning on the counter with one hand as she stretched her arm higher causing her top to ride up showing the pearl skin of her back. I took that as an opportunity and shuffled forwards slowly tickling the sides of her torso. Simultaneously she grabbed the jar and unfortunately I caused her to lose her grip making it land on my head and then the counter top.
"Aaahhh," I moaned. The vibrations of pain ringing in my ears.
"What the heck were you doing!" She huffed, annoyed.
I looked at her whilst rubbing my head and she visibly softened up.
"Why are you such an idiot?" She questioned coming closer to me. She then took my hand and started rubbing my head. "Have you got a bruise?" She asked with concern.
"No, I don't think so."
"Good. Now hurry up and eat," she said sternly.
I quickly obliged and made my way to the table.
"Thank you," I mumbled through the pancakes in my mouth.
"You're welcome," she smiled sweetly as she took a seat opposite me on the table.
After we finished eating Lo grabbed her keys from our room and we set off for the shops. When we got to the mall the whole place was foreign to me so I let Lauren lead the way. I stacked up on the notebook, pens and files. We waited in the queue to pay.
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What Dreams Are Made Of (Camren)
Фанфик"She was hurting because of me. It was my fault. And this is how it began." Camila has had to deal with so much pain in her life that she would contemplate not having to feel it at all. The one thing that kept her grounded was her best frie...
