Talk Me Down (Camren)

Chapter Fifteen

Trigger warning for body dysmorphia.

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"Do you want to come to a party with me?"

Camila nearly jumps out of her skin when her bedroom door bursts open and Lauren walks in. "What?"

"I said," Lauren flops down onto Camila's bed and grabs her hand, "do you want to come to a party with me?"

"No thanks," Camila quickly dismisses that idea, "I'm not a fan of parties."

"Yeah, but you're a fan of me," Lauren shoots back with a teasing smile, and Camila can't really disagree with her, "so you should come with me. I won't get drunk if you're there."

"It's not the idea of drunk Lauren that's putting me off. I happen to like her a lot." Camila replies. "I just don't like parties. I'd rather stay here. You go have fun though."

Lauren hums in thought and sits up. "Alright, I didn't want to have to do this, but Lucy's going to be there. You know, my ex fuck buddy."

"Please don't use the phrase 'fuck buddy' ever again," Camila responds with a sigh. "Besides, that isn't going to work. I trust you, Lo. If you want to go to a party with your ex... special friend, then go for it. Call me if you need me."

"Damn you," Lauren scowls, "I really thought that'd work. I just want you to come to a party with me. Only for an hour."

Camila shrugs. "Like I said, I'm not a party person."

"You're lame, Camz," Lauren shuffles up to her and rests her head on Camila's shoulder. "You're lucky I already like you too much to break up with you for your lameness."

"You'd really break up with me for not coming with you?" Camila's eyes widen and she closes the book in her hand. "Okay. I'll come, then."

Lauren blinks in confusion. "I was joking. Of course I wouldn't break up with you for that. I wouldn't break up with you for anything, really. Unless you turned out to be a serial killer or something."

"Good thing I'm not, then," Camila relaxes and she pulls Lauren in for a kiss. "Have fun at your party, Lo. Like I said, call if you need me."

"I need you right now," Lauren easily replies, "I need you to go to a party with me."

"And I need you to stop asking me that." Camila shoots back with a teasing smile. "I wouldn't be fun as a party date. You'd probably end up bored and I don't want to ruin your night."

Lauren laughs. "If I'm bored, I'll get drunk. Or high. Come on, you've never met high Lauren before. That'll be a treat for you."

Camila rolls her eyes. "I'm sure all of the intoxicated Laurens are pretty much the same – cute as hell and make no sense."

"Actually, drunk Lauren is always incredibly motivated to do things lie climb Mount fucking Everest or something." Lauren corrects her. "And high Lauren generally just wants to take a nap. So there. Different."

"Well, whatever," Camila shrugs. "High slash drunk Lauren can call if she needs me later."

"Camz. Please." Lauren pouts and curls up next to her, and Camila feels her resolve start to crack, because damn, Lauren is way too cute. "I'll buy you ice cream if you come. That's a good incentive."

Camila laughs and shakes her head. "Nope. I'd rather stay here and read my book."

Lauren lets out a loud, overdramatic sigh and sits up. "God, this is so sad. Wait until I tell my friends that my own girlfriend won't even come on a date with me. That's just depressing. I guess I'll go and drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine."