Camren One Shots

Management can suck my-

Request from fifthcommander on AO3: Sequel to Chapter 20 - For the love of Camren!

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"This is ridiculous." Dinah scoffed, walking in on Camila straddling Lauren for the hundredth time this week.

"Hey this is your fault." Lauren replied breathlessly. Dinah scowled, moving to sit next to the couple on the sofa.

"Yeah and next time I set anybody up it will be on the way home of the road trip." She muttered. Camila gracelessly slipped off Lauren's lap.

"Ally! Dinah's picking on us!" Camila yelled. Ally appeared in the doorway and Dinah whipped her head around to look at Ally.

"That's such bullshit!" She replied, earning a more disapproving frown from Ally. "You can't tell me off in my own home." She added.

"Yes I can. I'm the oldest here." Ally argued causing Dinah to grumble more. Ally rolled her eyes and before it could escalate Lauren intervened.

"Mani come and calm your Dinah!" Normani came strolling in, sandwich in hand.

"Why is she mine whenever she's being annoying?" Normani sighed, sitting next to Dinah and interlacing their fingers while eating with the other hand.

"Because you're the one dating her." Lauren replied, pulling Camila into her side, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"This is nice." Camila mumbled. She felt Lauren tense briefly before she relaxed like nothing had happened. "You okay?" Lauren hummed, going to say one thing but closing her mouth and nodding her head instead.

"I'm great. I'm in LA, it's sunny, I've got my friends and my girlfriend. What could possibly be wrong?" She said with a charming smile. There was a shrug from Dinah.

"Nothing except the fact Camila will be leaving again and pretend to hate us in like a day." Dinah said with a mouthful of Normani's sandwich. Normani smacked Dinah hard and she yelped, catching a glance of the forlorn faces of Lauren and Camila. "Oh shit, I'm sorry you guys."

Camila stood up, slipping out of Lauren's arms and forcing a smile.

"It's fine Dinah, I'm going to go pack my stuff up." She mumbled, walking out the room quickly and with her head down. She heard footsteps coming after her but they were too light to be Lauren. Camila ducked into her room and started picking up clothes that had ended up strewn around the room. She sighed. "What?"

"You two are going to have to talk about it eventually." Ally's gentle voice came from the doorway but Camila didn't turn around, just continued shoving stuff in her suitcase.

"I know."

"Best if you do it before you arrive home." Ally added.

"I know."

"It's going to be okay." Ally assured her. Or at least tried to. Camila stopped, looking down at the shirt in her hand; it was Lauren's 1975 one.

"And if it's not?"

"Then you two can say you tried." Ally said, walking up behind Camila and wrapping her arms around her shoulder, hugging her tight. "And all of us will be here for you. Both of you if it doesn't. Which it will so you don't need to worry."

Camila smiled at her small friends optimism. It didn't work in settling Camila's worries but it did calm her down enough to finish packing. Ally saw her job had been done and slowly let Camila get on in peace.

"Oh we leave in an hour by the way." Ally called over her shoulder.

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It was almost like deja vu; Camila leaning against the tour bus, suitcase by her side, Lauren with her hand just above her shoulder, leaning over her. Only this time Camila could wrap her arms around Lauren's waist and kiss her senseless, leaving Lauren to bend her arm at the elbow and push Camila against the burning metal behind her.