The cameras flashed, capturing our molded love. Our puzzle pieces cut and glued together. As we entered the hotel, I quickly snatched my hand away from hers. She looked at me, rolling her eyes as we walked into the elevator. We were silent, silent until she reached out to touch me. "Don't," I said. She sighed, putting her hand at her side. "You don't have to act like that," she said. "Like what? We're not in the public eye now so a bit of personal space would be nice," I replied. She scoffed. "You treat me like I made you take this job. You think it's fun pretending to be in love with you? It's not."
Ignoring her as we reached our floor, we stepped out of the elevator. Just as we stepped out, Lauren was on her way in. "Oh, hey Y/N. Hey Camila," she smiled, hugging us both. "Where the hell are you going?" I asked. "Ally's room, she wants to watch a movie with someone," she said.
Joining her in her travels, we bonded on our way up. "How are you and Camila?" She asked. "W-We're not really on positive terms right now," I replied. Nodding understandingly, we exited the elevator. Walking down the hallway I was tempted. Tempted to spill my heart out to the green-eyed companion of mine. I'd had feelings for Lauren since I first started the job. She was so down to earth and a pleasure to be around. I couldn't put her in the position to be the reason Camila and her stopped being friends. I didn't want to end their friendship. I remained quiet.
After watching several mellow-dramas I left to get some rest. Heading back down to our floor, I went back to our hotel room. Camila and I had to share to add to the illusion. Using my key, I unlocked the door. Walking into a pitch black room, my ears were filled with loud sobs drowning out the faint music. Flicking the light switch on, I saw Camila. She wasn't okay in the slightest bit. She was in bed, holding onto a pillow while sobbing into it intensely.
Maybe it wasn't about me specifically. Maybe she wanted someone to hold her and be there for her. I didn't understand why she'd been crying, but I felt I had to fix it. Stripping down to my bra and boxers, I grabbed onto the pillow she was holding. Slowly pulling it from her hands, she looked up. Her eyes were puffy along with a flushed face. "What are y-you doing? I-I thought you were with L-Lauren?" She sniffled.
Climbing in bed next to her, she immediately rested her head on my lap. Running my fingers through her hair, she sighed contently. Even if our captured love wasn't made on our own, she still deserved to be treated well. As for me, I didn't know what I wanted. No one said I had to decide right then and there.
