Banana and Strawberry (CAMREN) /COMPLETE

Prologue

 "Lauren, what's your ideal type?" A brunette leaning against a tree, munching on a sweet banana asked.

"Ehh?" Her mouth was wide open. The question caught her off guarded.

"Close it, the fly will go in." The brunette leaned forward and pushed her jaw upwards lightly with her opened palm.

"Is my question too difficult?" She asked again, biting a huge mouth off the banana.

Lauren shook her head and adverted her gaze to the fingers on laps, playing with it absentmindedly.

"Then why can't you answer me?"

"It was just too sudden." Lauren whispered but the brunette caught it anyway.

"I see." She nodded her head and chewed carefully.

"Ask me a question then." She looked forward, eyes capturing the serenity view in front of them.

"Any questions?" Lauren asked as she looked up to the big blue sky.

"Not really, but I can answer as much as I could."

"You are not making sense."

"I think I do, because I said you can asked me questions but I do not need to reply to it if I'm uncomfortable." A loud happy sound could be heard from her and she is still eating her banana finish.

Lauren scowled silently at that smart comeback and pouted. "Fine."

"What's your dream?" She started off.

"What's yours?" The brunette asked in return.

"You are supposed to answer me, not question." Lauren replied and rolled her eyes.

"I have no idea."

Letting out a big sigh, Lauren looked down to the crispy green grass they were sitting on.

"Nothing related to music?"

"Maybe, but I most probably would go for a teacher." The brunette answered earnestly and place the stem down beside her.

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"Yours are strawberry." She answered and earned a blush from Lauren.

"I - I'm asking you!" She stuttered.

"Banana."

A satisfied nod came from Lauren and she continued asking her.

"What is your ideal type then?" Lauren saw the change of expression from the older girl.

A long silence engulfed them and Lauren cursed herself silently in the heart. She shouldn't asked this question at all. She know how sensitive this is to the younger girl.

"I'm sorr-

"That no longer exist to me." It was a soft whisper that was filled with disappointment and sadness.

Lauren kept quiet and stopped asking questions anymore. She went back looking at the green grass and started plucking at them.

"So, I take your silence as my cue to question you then?" The brunette broke the silence and Lauren stopped plucking.

"I didn't know we were playing this question game." She stared at the younger girl in confusion.

The younger girl shrugged and let out a small smile. "You're just slow."

Lauren let out a scowl and leaned back against the big oak tree.

"Shoot off."

"What's your ideal type?"

"Hmm, my ideal type... should have a pair of beautiful hands, nice characteristics and personality and love me more than anything."

"I guess I would go for eyes rather than hands. Eyes are the window of the soul"

"Your chance to answer has long gone." Lauren commented dully.

She shrugged and twisted her mouth to a side. "How do you want your proposal to be?"

"A song declaring their love for me! It's going to be so sweet and romantic!" Lauren smiled at that thought, eyes curving up beautifully.

She can imagine a certain brunette playing her guitar and singing a love song to her. She blushed at that idiotic thought and the person was actually the one beside her now.

"What's your favorite color?" She asked, breaking Lauren away from the blushing thought.

Lauren frowned and looked at the brunette.

"I thought you know it."

"I forgot. So say."

"Pink!" Lauren huffed out and glared at her.

The brunette straightened her body and looked at Lauren, both the green and light brown hazel orbs meet together.

"My favorite color is Yellow." She said and smiled softly.

"Remember, it's Yellow." She repeated and stood up, stretching her hands out for Lauren to grab it.

"Let's go." She said as Lauren grabbed it and walked off together.

"Why Yellow?"

"Then why Pink?"

"You're a jerk!" Lauren said and punched the shoulder beside her lightly, her laughter echoed the secluded little hill top.