[Lauren POV]
A week passed since our awkward run-in with Barry, and I'd flown into complete recluse mode. Not only did I do my best to avoid him at all costs, I also kept my distance from Camila while I desperately tried to figure everything out. When you try to think of the words to offer in response, but nothing comes up... what do you say? I would've given anything for a simple solution.
There were no more sleepovers, we hadn't even kissed or hugged since that day, and I didn't know what to say every time Camila approached me - in person or otherwise. For the first two days, she gave me space, which I deeply needed and appreciated. After that came the nighttime confrontations and text messages - all of which were met by my silence or my pleas for more time to think. The desperation - for normalcy, for affection, for anything - in Camila's tone was agonizing at times. I wanted to answer but I felt too paralyzed to engage her. I was too afraid.
Tuesday, 10:12 PM
Camz: There's a taco truck outside... my body is ready. Want me to grab you something?
Tuesday, 11:46 PM
Camz: I don't want to bother you, babe, but I'm starting to get worried. You never turn down tacos.
Tuesday, 1:00 AM
Camz: Got it... you don't want to talk to me.
Wednesday, 3:15 PM
Camz: I don't expect a response. Just letting you know I'm thinking about you. I love you
Thursday, 7:56 PM
Camz: I'm so sorry for everything. I hate not talking to you... every time we're working or rehearsing, it feels like you don't see me. I feel like I'm starting to get annoying at this point, but you went from 'i love you' to dead silence literally over night... it hurts too much
Saturday, 2:28 PM
Camz: Are you free to talk tonight?
Sunday, 6:38 PM
Camz: I miss you so much.
Monday, 3:01 PM
Camz: You win. I give up. Let me know when you're ready to stop ignoring me.
It was Tuesday and we had an on-the-fly interview with a popular YouTuber after a big TV performance gig. After that, we'd have the rest of the day off.
It was the same generic questions we always get asked: how life is on the road, our favorite city, who's the messiest, who takes the longest to get ready, what qualities we like in men, what it was like to tour with Demi Lovato, what it's like to headline our own tour... all the same shit. The five of us powered through it with smiles on our faces and the same excitement for every question.
In the middle of the interview, I felt Camila's hand brush against mine. We were all sitting very close together, and it was the first interview in a long time where Camila and I actually sat next to each other. We'd mastered avoiding that for a long time. Her legs were crossed and her hands lazily folded together at her knees. My hands fidgeted around on my thighs with my legs directly facing the young interviewer. It all happened so fast, I couldn't tell how long she had her hand there. At first, I assumed it was an accident - maybe she moved her hand a little too far over.
It would've been a valid assumption, except she didn't pull away upon contact.
I gave her the benefit of the doubt for a split second until I felt the brunette deliberately, affectionately stroke my hand with her fingertips. In that brief instant, I looked down at our hands to see what she was doing and immediately recoiled mine away from hers. Her fingers casually drifted back to her thigh as we both continued speaking like nothing had happened, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I kept a healthy distance from her for the rest of the interview, as any form of physical contact would likely be scrutinized under a microscope. Her actions were burning with intention, and I knew fans were going to be all over that like piranhas as soon as the video went live.
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Even If You Cross My Mind » CAMREN
Fanfiction"It's funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know." Camren Non AU This story is not mine. I do not own anything. All credits goes to the brilliant author...
