These Arms are Yours to Hold || Camren

These Arms Are Yours to Hold

ONE SHOT

Spring

"She's looking at you, you know?"

"I know."

"So you're not going to talk to her or something?"

"Why should I?" Lauren asks Normani (more like shouts at her over the sound of the music blasting from the stereo system) with a careless shrug of one shoulder and a smug smile painted on her red lips.

"Maybe because—"

"I mean, it's not like she's any different from the rest," Lauren interrupts, looking at the girl beside her. "She's just like all of the people I've ever made out with," the green-eyed finishes, flashing her best friend a well-known cocky smile.

Normani —dark skin, pretty brown eyes, and bright smile— only snorts and rolls her eyes, because yeah, she was kind of expecting something like that to come out of Lauren's mouth.

Because Normani's best friend is Lauren Jauregui most known as the one who doesn't catch feelings.

The same Lauren Jauregui who doesn't make out with anyone more than two different times because the third one is some sort of a curse (according to Lauren's own words) and the same Lauren Jauregui that could get literally anyone she wants with just a single touch in the right place or a flirty smile at the right time.

Normani's best friend, Lauren Jauregui, the one who doesn't know love only because she doesn't want to.

"Right," Normani concedes, taking a quick look at the girl that is still looking at Lauren with big and expectant brown eyes. "Well, I thought she was different, you know?" the dark-skinned girl says indifferently. "I mean, it's not like last week you weren't complaining about how she still wouldn't let you touch her ass..."

"I did not!" Lauren interrupts, eyes widening in horror because that could sound like something she would say. It really could.

"That's what I'm saying," Normani laughs, although the sarcasm laced in her voice tells Lauren that she totally did talk about that in her drunken state when she was getting back home the week before.

Maybe Lauren said that but to be fair, she thought she was dreaming because she wasn't even that drunk.

Silence follows between them and Lauren lets out a sigh as she tries to see who will be the one that will keep her entertained tonight. Drink in hand, Lauren smirks once she sees a tall boy watching her from one of the corners of the cozy room where this party is taking place at and she knows right then that he will be the chosen one.

•

Turns out that the boy Lauren saw earlier wasn't a good kisser, so she left him after ten minutes. She is actually coming back from the bathroom (that was her excuse to leave him) when she finds Normani again, leaning against the same wall she was before.

"She is nice, you know?" Normani shouts when Lauren finally reaches her.

"Who is nice?" Lauren questions as Normani offers the green-eyed her drink.

"Camila. She's really nice," the dark-skinned girl clarifies once she gets a confused look from the brunette beside her.

"Mani, I really don't care," Lauren replies in a husk with a dry chuckle, eyes traveling to watch the boy she was with before winking at her. She rolls her eyes.

"I mean, I'm friends with her best friend, Dinah," Normani begins again, not caring if Lauren is interested or not. "If you ever want to, I don't know, talk to her or something, I could try to make it happen," the brown-eyed continues, watching as Lauren gets into her 'party mood' again, gets her flirt on and smiles at one of the many girls dancing across the room.