to the stars (Camren titanic AU)

8. "You are not to see that girl again."

Camila's POV

It was dark and certainly getting colder outside, late at night I was sure. Around midnight perhaps, or even past midnight. Track of time had been forgotten in-between heavy shots of infinite beer and non-rehearsed, messy and most definitely joyful and ridiculous dances.

By the time the eventual games of poker and arm wrestling had reached our table I was already truly enjoying myself as if I'd always been a part of the group, every decent manner of speaking and elegant behavior forgotten, at least for that one night.

True, it might have been due the couple of amazingly large glasses of beer I'd consumed, but my memory was as fresh as if I were entirely sober, the precise amount of decency was still present.

My perception of touch was also more than alert.

Lauren's hand continuously switched places all over my body while we were playing poker, or when I was pretending to, when we were drinking, talking to Lauren's group of friends or just watching a non-stopping trail of people dancing around.

By the end of the soiree Lauren's hand had roamed my waist, shoulders, arms, knees and, if I dare say it, thigh. I, however, did not protest in any kind of way, nor did I make any attempt to even remove myself from Lauren's wandering hand.

It never felt improper in the least, and even though my features were entirely covered by an alarming red velvet shade, I felt gleeful under her touch.

With our fingers intertwined tightly we made our way all the way up, finding ourselves stumbling clumsily on stern, near the place we'd met just two days ago.

Or I wasn't sure if it'd been yesterday.

My vision was starting to turn a little blurry and most of my body weight depended on Lauren's strength and firm grip to keep my feet steadily on the floor.

"Shit kid, your crazy mom is gonna kill me for sure." – Lauren said in a dry voice. At least seven beers had arrived and disappeared into Lauren's endless thirst for alcohol, and she was still as sober as she'd been at dinner with my family.

I giggled at Lauren's concern, not really knowing how to respond to the absolute truth: Mother was most definitely going to kill Lauren – "Don't worry Lolo."

"Where did that nickname come from?"

"I'm just gonna go ahead and waltz my way into the room all by myself."

While trying to turn abruptly to prove my point my body slipped backwards, Lauren's strong hands instantly flying to my back to keep me from hitting the floor. I heard her give a small cackle above me – "Yeah, because you really are in the perfect conditions to do that."

"Am so I! Ah mean-I so am."

"I so am?"

"Don't copy me!"

"Okay, yeah. That's it"

With one swift movement Lauren picked me up from my current position and carried me to the nearest bench, placing me delicately next to her, as if I were made of fragile crystal.

"Did i ever tell you about my dreams?" – I mumbled, cuddling close to Lauren, who hugged me back in return.

"We really haven't had the chance to discuss a lot of things, have we?" She chuckled.

"No, you're right Lo."

"Tell me about your dreams then, Camz."

"Camz!" – I blurted out in surprise.