21:44 ♡ camren

chapter 2

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:44]: one week <3

Lauren ❤️ [21:44]: girl, we gotta plan our day!!

I'm just about to reply as my phone rings. Mike. I've been avoiding him since the night I left his house early. But I know I have to answer now. I press the green button and cautiously hold my phone up.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Don't hit me with the apologies. I know what's happening and it's okay. I don't want to force you into a relationship that you're not happy being in. I don't care if you're with me, another boy, a girl, or someone with no gender. I just want you to be happy," Mike tells me. I'm shocked that this would be our next conversation. Why is he so calm? When does the shouting start?
"Michael. I'm sorr-"
"Don't apologise. It's fine."
"It's not. And I'm sorry. I am. I didn't plan this- I wouldn't plan this." My phone vibrates and I take it away from my ear to read.

Lauren ❤️ [ 21:51]: you okay?

"Is that your girlfriend?" I hear Mike ask, after he heard my phone vibrate. I blush and sigh.
"Uh. Yeah."
"I'm happy you've found someone you want to be with," Michael says, and I smile.
"That means so much to me, Michael. I wish you nothing but happiness, my friend." I stop, thinking about what I just said. Fuck. I meant to show him that I'm glad he's my friend but no. It sounds so harsh. "Sorry. I didn't mean t-"
"It's okay."
"No, really. I'm s-"
"It's okay."
"You're okay." There's a short silence before I hear a shout from his line.
"Shit. I gotta go," he tells me.
"Uh, okay. I'll see you tomorrow." We say goodbye and hang up. Then I open up my messages and start to type.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:54]: sorry, Mike called me. but it's okay! he said he doesn't care what happens as long as I'm happy :)

Lauren ❤️ [21:54]: :)))) dude keep that friend although he was an asshole trying to make you fuck him.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:55]: babe, leave it. he's sorry.

Lauren ❤️ [21:55]: anything for my girl

Lauren ❤️ [21:55]: shall we get plannin

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:55]: ofc, what time dO YOU GET HERE

Lauren ❤️ [21:55]: HOPEFULLY RLLY EARLY. 9:30AM ISH??

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:56]: YYYYAAAAASSSSSS so first u knock at my house. AND FILM. I'll answer and we'll hug for 2837378292 hours. then we can go into town. go shopping and sightseeing and Starbucks n stuff. during all this we'll take 7million selfies and videos and then I'll take you out for a meal at night.

Lauren ❤️ [21:56]: camZ YES YOUVE GOT THIS

Lauren ❤️ [21:56]: I'LL BE STAYIN FOR 4 DAYS SO WE CAN DO LOADSA COOL STUFF

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [21:57]: just had this awesome idea !! so there's this really awesome place where you hire out star-gazing equipment: night 2, we could give it a try?? :)

Lauren ❤️ [21:57]: soundS AWESOME I LOVE STARS

We carry on the conversation until we realise it's 1am, planning the fun we'll have when I meet my girlfriend, Lauren Jauregui.

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"What are your plans for today, honey?" My mom asks, as I reach for the cereal.

Today is Monday. 11th. Today I am meeting Lauren Jauregui. I've been debating whether to tell my mom for days, and have come to the conclusion it's best to tell her the truth. Maybe she'll meet Lauren; and even like her.

"I'm going into town," I say, slowly. She looks at me.
"Yeah? With who?" She asks, knowing about my shortage of friends. I hesitate, before lifting my head and staring into her eyes:
"Lauren Jauregui," I say, defiantly. My mom does a double take, and realises who I mean.
"No," she says, "you're not."
"I haven't got time for this. She's coming in 15 minutes so you can tell her what you think of her then."

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There's a knock on the door at exactly 9:30am. I start running down the stairs but my mom reaches it first. Shit. The door opens and I hear my mom start to speak.
"Who the fuck are you?" She says, rudely.
"Um. Lauren Jauregui. Is Camila here?" Holy fuck. I've heard her voice on the phone before but in real life? FUCK. Her voice is pure heaven.
"Wrong house," my mom says and slams the door in her face.
It's at that moment where I send a quick text to Lauren, grab my suitcase from under my bed, throw as many items as possible inside, and run down the stairs.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going with that?" My mom says, eyeing my suitcase. I watch the door and take a deep breath.
"To somewhere I feel welcome and loved. Somewhere where I can be whoever the fuck I want to be and not be judged because of it. Somewhere I can be accepted and friends with whoever I want. I'm sorry, mom. I really appreciate what you've done for me in the past, but my time living here is over. I'll see you when I see you." I pause at last and tear my eyes away from the door to see what she says.
I thought she'd be angry. I thought she'd open the door and throw me out herself.

But as I watch her face crumple, and her legs give so she stumbles, I know what I've done is wrong.

I am wrong.

I am bisexual because I want attention. I am friends with a stranger that I haven't met because I want people to worry. It is my fault my mom is being broken down, because I am not a nice person.

I am a bad person.

A terrible, terrible person.
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I hear my words over and over in my head, and the tears finally come. I try to apologise, to say I didn't mean it, but the words get stuck in my throat like glass.

Beef

It's only chapter 2 why am I like this