Godparents (Camren)

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I tear through Ally's closet like some sort of storm in an attempt to find something to wear.

"It's just coffee," Ally speaks from her comfortable position on her bed.

"Coffee, with Lauren," I correct her, "I need to look presentable, I don't want her to think that i'm not going to be able to handle picking Skylar up,"

"Mila, she knows you can handle it. Mani knew too, that's why she chose you," Ally speaks affectionately as she rises from the bed and picks an outfit from the closet. It's a short leafy-colored green dress. Reaching down to the bottom of the closet, Ally pulls a pair of tan sandals to go with it, "There, put these on and i'll braid your hair."

I quickly pull the old hoodie, one I stole from Alex, over my head and toss it onto the bed as Ally adverts her eyes back to her phone. Pulling off my shorts and stepping into the dress, I turn to look at myself in the mirror on the wall. Ally and I are just about the same size, she's only a few inches shorter than I am and so all of her clothes fit me pretty nicely.

Sliding the sandals onto my feet, I stare at my reflection and attempt to discern what Lauren is going to see.

"You look great Mila," Ally says from behind me and turns me around to face her. After smoothing some of the wrinkles out of the dress, she pinches my cheeks, "Now let's do something with this mess of hair."

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I'm nervously sat a few tables away from the door inside the coffee shop. I don't want to appear like I'm staring at the door and waiting for Camila to walk in, but at the same time, that's exactly what i'm doing.

After sneaking glances at the door for a couple more minutes, I sigh and look at the last text she sent me saying that she was on her way. I opened the message almost fifteen minutes ago, though, so where was she? Did she not really want to meet but feel awkward saying no? Did something happen to her on her way here? If something happened to her I'd-

"Hey, you okay?" Camila's raspy voice startles me as she waves her hand in front of my eyes, effectively breaking me out of my thoughts.

I quickly stand up, bashing my knee on the table in the process. Silently swearing inside my head, I reply to Camila, "Um yeah, sorry, thanks for coming!"

She laughs as she sits down opposite me. I take in her flowing green dress with her smooth, braided hair and swoon. As I start to get lost in my thoughts again, the server comes up to take our orders.

"What can I get for you guys?" He's in his late twenties with near black hair and sparkling eyes to match.

I look to Camila as she orders, "I'll just take a hot chocolate, please." She smiles sheepishly like she is embarrassed by her decision.

"And for you?" the waiter turns to me.

"I'll have an Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar."

"Awesome, I'll bring those right out for you," he speaks while closing his notepad.

"Thank you," Camila and I say in unison and then laugh.

After a few moments, Camila breaks the silence that has settled over us, "So, where should I pick Skylar up from?"

"She goes to Edmon Elementary, just off of Sterling Ave," I explain. "She gets out at three o'clock so if you could get her then, that would be great. The woman, Angela, in the apartment next door to mine can watch her until I get home or I can pick her up from your place?" I ask as I see Camila start to space out.

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I was trying very hard to pay attention to what Lauren was saying, I really was. However, the movement of a blonde woman settling into the booth behind Lauren, facing me with a smirk, wiped away all chance of focusing that I had.

Instinctively, I stand to go over to her, the alluring steely grey color of her eyes drawing me in, before a man sits across from her, blocking my view and ending my transfixion.

"Hey Camz, you okay?" Lauren attempts to get my attention just as the dark haired man stands up and walks toward the bathroom, my eyes connecting with the woman again.

All of our memories start to work their way to the front of my brain and flash before my eyes like a motion picture on drugs. I remember the first day we met, she was a long term substitute for my English teacher that left near the beginning of my sophomore year when I was sixteen. She had just turned twenty-five. At first, I figured my attraction to her was a dumb crush, and maybe that is all it was in the beginning. Whenever she would look at me, I'd blush like crazy and she'd send me a fond smile and whenever I went to her with extra questions, even though English was my best subject, she'd stay after school for hours to explain things to me. I'd go home afterwards and Normani would ask me what took so long and I'd make up and bullshit answer until, eventually, she caught on and warned me how dangerous it was to get involved with a teacher that was nearly ten years  my senior. I knew it was dangerous. I knew it was immoral. What I didn't know was that she felt the same way.

It wasn't until a Friday night five months after her first day as my teacher that she came to the movie theater I worked at downtown, showing off a handsome blond guy on her arm like a prize. I remember how the jealousy welled up inside me, I wanted to be the one she went to the movies with. I wanted to be the one she did everything with.

I remember that for the entire two and a half hours the movie was playing, I was thinking about the way it would feel the hold her hand and kiss her and I decided that after the movie, I was going to go up to her and tell her how I felt.

When the movie ended, I quickly made a beeline to her, ending the conversation she was having with the guy mid sentence. I opened my mouth to speak but froze as her eyes looked me up and down. We stood there for a moment before she sent a haphazard 'thank you' to the guy she was with and told him that she'd take a cab home. She grabbed my wrist and I told her that theater one wouldn't have another movie showing for over an hour and so we ended up in darkness of the big reclining chairs in the back row, kissing like the world was going to end. She tasted like popcorn with a hint of whisky and I loved every second of it.

I remember the beginning of everything, the end of it all, and every moment in between.

I stand up again and this time, she does the same, allowing me to take in her casual dark jeans and white v neck t shirt, paired with black shoes and the necklace that I bought her last year for our anniversary.

She notices my eyes on the necklace and motions for me to follow her out of the coffee shop. I don't hesitate to do so, her eyes drawing me in and blurring the world around us as they always do, even as Lauren calls my name while looking back between Alex and I.

As soon as we step food outside, her mouth is on mine as it has been a thousand times before. My mind goes fuzzy except for one lingering thought, what would Lauren taste like?

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A/N
Backstory yay..what do you think of Alex and Camila's relationship?

How will Lauren react?

Thank you for reading,
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