Camren - one shots

You make it better

Lauren's pov

"So what gave you the bright idea to ride the swings and text at the same time?" I asked Camila as she sat down on the bathroom counter.

"I thought it was important!" She insisted. I rolled my eyes. "I probably would've fallen off anyways..."

I laughed and grabbed the disinfectant spray. "Where's the cut?"
She showed me the scrape on the back of her hand. "It hurts Lo." She said, pouting for emphasis.

"I'm sorry, baby," I say, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Stay still, okay?"

"No!" She whined, pulling her hand back.

"Camz, come on!"

"That stuff burns!"

"Then...sing a song or something to get your mind off of it!"

"No!" She repeats, swinging her legs. "Can't you just kiss it and make it better?"

"No!" I mock her with a smile. "You're bleeding and I don't want any diseases."

"I do not have any diseases!" She protests, jumping off of the counter and stomping down the hall to her room.

"Camz, come on!" I beg, following her. "Stop being such a child!"

"I'm not a child!"

I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on her bedroom door, stopping her from slamming it shut. "You know what I'm going to have to do now, don't you?" She shook her head, her big brown eyes getting wider by the minute and she opened her door a little more. "I'm gonna tickle you!" I shouted, grabbing her by the waist and tackling my girlfriend to the floor.

She shrieked and squirmed as I tried to remember her most ticklish spots. "Stop...Lauren....stop it!"

"Let me spray your hand!"

"Never!"

I stopped tickling her when we were both out of breath. I had my knees on either side of her waist and I was practically sitting on her legs. "Please, Camz?" She shook her head and scrunched her nose. "But if you get a really bad infection, you might leave me. I don't want you to leave me, baby. Please?"

She looked me in my eyes and reached up to brush her fingertips against my cheek. "Okay, Lo."

I smiled down at Camila and before standing up and letting her ride on my back on our way back to the bathroom. "It won't hurt that much." I tell her.

"How do you know?" She asks, climbing back onto the counter.

"Because I know everything."

She watched as I uncapped the spray. "Promise?" I shrugged. "But you said you knew everything!"

"Well, yeah, but I can't predict the future! Ready?" She shook her head. "Camila!"

"What if it burns forever?"

"Why would it..." I put my head in my hands and she giggled.

"Spray me!" She thrust her injured hand in my face and placed her other one over her eyes.

"Okay, three...two...one!"

"IT BURNS! OH, THE HORROR!" She cried, collapsing in fake agony on the tiled floor. I rolled my eyes and sat on the ground next to her. She stared at her cut for a second before letting her eyes meet mine. "It actually didn't hurt at all."