Camren OneShots

Falling for you

She stares blankly at the brewed coffee sat atop of the table across her, steam filling up the exterior of the cup with a plate of slightly over cooked bacon and eggs laying beside it, brown (almost black) crisps on the side. She stares and stares and stares longingly 'til the cup of coffee turns cold and the faint smoke coming up from the plate fades into nothingness. It was silent. The sounds of her breathing and the occasional sipping from her coffee were the only ones filling her ears; no voices, melodies, nor laughters, teasings and bickering. Nothing.

a full indication that she was indeed alone, something that she'd been feeling a lot lately and had gotten used to. Though, she could never seem to get herself to complain — A part of it was her fault, anyway.

Her life has been so hectic that she failed to remember the last time it wasn't, and so of course, Camila would do anything (not really) to breathe and release her usually tense shoulders (which basically meant she'd stay in, which also meant she'd be alone). That, on the other hand, was something she wasn't used to. Her mind just could never seem to shut up.

How others do it was beyond her.

Camila flinched, her head shooting up as she heard the door slam shut. Footsteps filled the room until it comes to a stop right in front of her and Camila offered a soft smile when she was met with that familiar figure.

"Hey," Camila greeted, furrowing her eyebrows when she saw the state her friend was in. "Are you okay?"

"Great." Lauren sighed exasperated lot , plopping on the seat beside her.

"I prepared breakfast." Camila said, motioning to the food in the center. Lauren casts it a quick glance and shook her head. She doesn't question why she'd prepare a breakfast meant for two people; two plates and two cups of coffee rather than one. Camila was relieved.

"Thanks, but I already ate."

"Oh." Camila pursed her lips, a wave of disappointment flashing her but then, at the same time, she didn't really want to end up poisoning the girl. "Girl problems?"

Lauren scoffed, rolling her eyes. Camila took that as a yes, a sad smile forming on her lips. "What'd she do now? If I see her next time, I'll kick her butt for you."

"You wouldn't that, She's your best friend." Lauren smiled amusedly.

"Oh no, I will. I swear, I will."

"Sure." Lauren chuckled and again, gives the food another glance then back at Camila. "Why are you awake so early anyway? You don't usually wake up around this time."

"I'm changing my ways." Camila smiled proudly, though, it was more because of the fact that she wanted to prepare breakfast for the both of them.. only to realize that Lauren no longer lives in the same house — or city, to be precise. She still hadn't gotten used to waking up in an empty house, but Camila was working on it.

She swore she was.

Lauren cocked an eyebrow and picked up the slightly burned bacon from the plate with a fork, momentarily positioning it so it was right in front of her eyes. Camila watches her in curiosity as Lauren examines it, a blush forming on her cheeks in embarrassment. She wanted to make up some lame excuse with how that happened, that she had lost track of time while scrolling through her phone and not because she actually couldn't tell whether the bacon was already cooked or not.

However, A smile crawled onto her lips when she took the entirety of the strip in one go. Camila knew it was as bad as it looked, considering she herself ate it, but Lauren doesn't show it on her face. She wondered how Lauren had dealt with this for years of living in the same vicinity.