Play Practice (Camren)

Part 4

"And I was thinking about leaving again...

It all depends...

Are we just friends?"

-

Camila is slipping on a black t-shirt when she hears a car door being shut in her driveway.

She looks out her window to see Lauren approaching her front door, but backs away from the window just as quickly in fear that Lauren will catch her looking.

The doorbell rings when Camila puts on her second shoe. And then she grabs her bag. And then she goes down the staircase slower than she wants to because she doesn't want to seem as eager as she really is. And then she opens the door, and Lauren's there.

And she smiles at Camila, the kind that makes her eyes actually sparkle, and says, "Ready for the best fucking concert ever?"

A smile forms on Camila's lips, because, no, she's not ready. She's not ready to spend this night listening to the most amazing music, looking at the most amazing lights, next to the most amazing girl with the dark hair and the green eyes. But at the same time, she's so fucking ready.

Camila knows this isn't a date, but it's kind of hard not to imagine what could've been when Lauren picks her up and smiles at her from her spot on the doormat.

And then Camila remembers Hailee would jump at the chance to take Camila out on a date, and she almost feels guilty at how her stomach doesn't flip at the thought.

And then she has to remind herself, again, that this is not a date.

"Yep. Let's go," Camila smiles and follows Lauren out the door.

-

The car ride downtown is fairly silent, except for the low volume of the radio and a few comments about how the play is coming along. Camila's kind of overcome with nerves and gets lost in the way Lauren gnaws on her lip while switching lanes.

"Why can't we listen to them on the way there?" Lauren glances at Camila sideways.

"I don't wanna spoil the concert. Do you?"

"I guess not. I've never really met someone who refuses to listen to someone's music on the way to their concert," Lauren laughs.

"I want the setlist to be a surprise. Maybe they'll play a song that I forgot even existed. Like Anobrain or something," Camila explains.

"They're not playing Anobrain," Lauren rolls her eyes. "Can we please just listen to them?"

"No. It'll be better this way," Camila smiles at Lauren's frustration. She's like a little child when it comes to her favorite band and it's absolutely lovable.

"Everything has to be just right for you. You're just picky." Lauren mocks her.

"That's funny, coming from a director," Camila shakes her head, smiling. "I'm just sentimental."

Lauren sighs, trying to hide a smile. "So I've noticed."

-

They get in line at the venue about an hour and a half before the doors open because of general admission, so the two girls are pretty far from the stage, but neither of them seem to care much.

Honestly, their bodies are pressed tightly together, and a front row seat to Lauren's body is all Camila cares about when she smells her perfume.

The opening band is just about the most unpleasant thing on Earth, which is to be expected. Camila jokes that if she went on stage and sang karaoke, it would be more entertaining than this.