Camren Oneshots

The Sun, The Moon

It was as simple as throwing a glass. As simple as drawing a line. As simple as saying hi. But why can't she say it? She knows she already loves her. She knew she's already in deep. It has been two months since she realized it. It was a random, passing thought. No grand gestures. No surprises. No anything. They were just sitting on the park bench when she had a good look on her face, her eyes, her smile, and realized, yes, she loves her. She loves her ever since she saw her. She was just too scared to admit it to herself, too scared to let herself fall, and she's still too scared to utter those three words but she's certain she loves her.

"What do you think of this Lo?"

The girl blinked a few times, snapping out of her thoughts, and focused on the drawing being presented in front of her. It was as breathtaking as everything the brown-eyed girl sketched but everytime, she's always in awe. Camila's a great artist. Her sketches and paintings are displayed in local museums even at the age of 21, a junior in college and Lauren is really proud of her since not many artist is as successful as Camila at an early age. Plus the fact that she really doesn't know how to draw anything. Her greatest masterpiece is a stick figure that a 5 year old could probably outdo. Her goal profession isn't about art anyway, so she really doesn't have to try that hard.

The sketch was of her, sitting on the steps of their front porch. She was writing something on a notebook while their cat, whose name is chair, a black one with white socks on its feet, is sitting comfortably next to her. The breeze was blowing her hair and scarf. It was detailed and shaded to the right places.

"It's really beautiful." The green-eyed girl uttered, in awe of the sketch in front of her.

The younger girl laughed then closed her sketchpad. "You always say that whenever I ask your opinion about my art that I'm starting to think that you're just saying it to get me to shut up." She teased.

"What? Don't be silly, I'm just always in awe of your sketches and paintings that I don't have any words on how to describe its magnificence." Lauren rolled her eyes in annoyance but the smile on her lips says otherwise.

"'Magnificence'" the younger girl uttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just too pompous Lo." Camila teased while laughing at the scowl Lauren threw her way.

"I'm not! I just like big words, is all." She defended weakly. She always gets​ ridiculed for the way she talks and the words she utters. She doesn't use slangs often because she doesn't really see the eloquence in using them. Especially in texts. How could someone understand 'Roflmfao' facilely? Why can't just people spell out or say the words fully?

The younger cuban noticed the girl's weak disposition and immediately felt bad. "Hey, I'm sorry. I was just teasing you, I thought of it as nothing but good fun. I'm sorry babe." She planted a timid peck on the older girl's cheek to apologize and it was returned with a miniscule smile. And just like that, all is fine.

"Hey, how about some ice cream?" The brown-eyed girl stood up and gestured towards the ice cream truck near them.

Lauren nodded and followed suit. She caught up with Camila and laced their fingers together but the younger girl only gripped her hand loosely. Lauren noticed this but didn't say anything, she just stared at their hands and how tight she was holding Camila's yet how loose the other one is holding hers. It doesn't feel right.

"Lauren?"

She looked up apprehensively. A little distracted with her thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Flavor?" Camila reiterated her earlier question and stared at the older girl. But Lauren's eyes had a glossy shade to them that sparked Camila's concern.