FATED | camren

9

Lauren and Camila spend the summer before college in San Francisco with Lauren's crazy aunt who luckily has the heart of a sixteen-year-old so Lauren and Camila pretty much get free reigns to do whatever they want to do.

The first thing Camila did when they found out they could go to San Francisco was make a list of all the things she wanted to experience while there. So that's what they use the first week or so on; exploring the city, or more specifically, exploring all the great restaurants.

Lauren falls in love with the city immediately, loves it for its sprawling diversity and its vibrant energy that's so unlike what she knows from their town.

One day, they're sitting outside in a café, enjoying the gorgeous weather and their delicious smoothies.

Lauren's eyes follow a girl as she passes by in her tiny dress and mile-long legs.

Camila catches her looking and smirks mischievously, "She's pretty."

Lauren's gaze snaps back to Camila and she thinks the girl hadn't looked half as pretty as Camila sitting there in her summer dress. "She had some real smooth legs. I should ask her what she uses," she jokes.

Camila bites the bottom of her lip and she looks at her with a look Lauren knows too well.

"Oh God," she sighs, "What are you thinking?"

Camila grins, "We should find you a summer flirt!"

Lauren raises a brow, "What about you? You're the one who always talk about 'the fleeting, passionate rays of summer love'," she exaggerates a dreamy, dramatic tone to tease Camila.

Camila rolls her eyes, "Nah...I'm done with boys," she mutters and Lauren knows she still hasn't recovered from Shawn even though many months have passed. "I'm a strong independent woman and I don't need no man! This summer is going to be about me, loving and appreciating myself! And of course, focusing on your love life instead."

"Oh Camz, stop."

"Come on, you haven't been with anyone since Lucy and that was like ages ago!"

Camila suddenly gasps, her eyes growing wide and round.

"What?"

"Let's...let's go to a gay bar!" Camila exclaims, bright with excitement.

"No," Lauren says flatly.

Camila visibly deflates. "Why not? She pouts.

Lauren shrugs. "I don't know...I don't think I'm ready?"

"I'll be there," Camila says and reaches across the table to put her hand above Lauren's. "I've wanted to go to a gay bar since forever."

"Camila...you haven't even been to a regular bar...besides do I have to mention the obvious fact that we're underage?"

"We're both 18. I'm sure we'll find some place that'll let us in and if not, I'm even more sure that Gloria will help us."

Lauren knows that it's pretty impossible to change Camila's mind once it's set on something, still she tries, "Agh...I don't know..."

"Please? Pleeeease?" Camila clasps her fingers under her chin, pouts her lip and spills her eyes wide open, giving her, her perfect and practiced puppy look; it's her favorite weapon and she's gotten her way by using it one too many times.

"Don't give me that look!" Lauren says but she's already giving in because she's a fucking fool.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"