Tears Like Bullets

Chapter 3

Camila's POV:

I'm pulled out of my own mind by a small whimper. Looking down, I see my best friend, snuggling her body against my own. Our bodies fit perfectly together, they always have. "Camzi... it hurts. I'm an idiot, a stupid girl," she hiccups. "I thought he was different. But I was wrong, all guys are jerks. I wish I could go back, and told myself to leave." She broke into another fit of hiccups, sobbing, and smeared mascara. Her body shook, and I could feel my heart breaking for her with every gasp, every tear.

"Oh Laur! You'll be okay, I promise babe. You'll get through this, that idiot didn't have enough brain cells to realize how amazing, beautiful, and intelligent you are. One day you'll find someone who appreciates your perfection. I promise." and maybe one day I'll be that person...

No. Stop it Camila, you can't she's your best friend. She's straight, and you'd be straight too if you'd ever been in a relationship.

I look back to her. She's stopped crying, and settled for sniffles and small whimpers of heartbreak every once in a while. Lauren look up at me, and I can't help but just fall in love with her.. Her eyes are bloodshot red from crying all night. Her mascara is smeared down her face. Her lips are swollen and pouty, slightly parted. Her body is up against mine, hugging my torso, and our legs are tangled in a messy heap. Her hair smells like vanilla. She's wearing her huge Lana Del Rey t-shirt that I bought her from the swap meet last year after her obsession had began. I remember the smile that lit up her face and the pure joy that swept through her body and she hugged the living daylights out of me. I sigh. I can feel her heart beat against my own. The rasp of her voice rips through the silence with a sense of fire.

"Thank you Camzi. You're the best, I don't know what I'd ever do with out you. You're always here to pick me back up. I love you." She kisses my cheek. A indescribable warmth crosses my cheek and its spreading. I feel it in my from the tippity top of my head, to the ends of my toes.

"I love you too Lauren.. I really do."

We sit in her bed, wrapped in her post break up cocoon, her sniffling, and me contemplating the levels of love. In which the ways that I love her, may or may not be the same as how she loves me.

Hey guys. So I've discovered that I suck at updating. But I'm trying hard to, I swear! Soccer season just started, so I'll do my best to update every week or so. Do me a HUGENORMOUS favor and tell me what you want next, or if you want longer chapters, Lauren's POV, whatever your little fan hearts desire. Thanks for reading, y'all stay fab. Flove you <3