Boo.

Sunday:

"Dinah messaged me," Camila said to Lauren as they worked together on their math packet.
"She was wondering -"

"Dinah doesn't wonder. She commands and asserts."

"She asserted, then, that we're having a scary movie night on Friday - Halloween, and that we're meeting at her place for pizza and snacks."

"Scary movies?" Lauren's face blanched even whiter than the shade it was normally. "Does it have to be horror movies?"

"According to Queen D, yes they do."

Lauren whimpered, barely loud enough for Camila to hear, but still noticeable.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Camila tried to comfort her girlfriend. "I know you don't like horror movies. You don't have to watch them. If you want, we can go, eat the food, and then have sex in Dinah's bed to annoy her if you want. I know you like mildly pissing her off."

Lauren shook her head. "No, cause DJ likes to put the volume on loud and we'll be able to hear the movie all over the house, no matter which room we're in."

"We can tell her to put the volume down."

Lauren's hands started fiddling nervously with the pencil in her right hand. "She wouldn't listen, Camz. I don't wanna go. I just wanna stay with you and watch nice Halloween movies and cuddle and eat candy pumpkins."

Camila's heart melted at the slight whine in Lauren's voice. 

"That's okay, babe. We don't have to go. We can have our own movie night just to ourselves. Do you know what you want to watch?"

"Um, It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. The Halloweentown Series. Harry Potter. The Nightmare Before Christmas. Movies like that."

"What about Coraline?"

"No, not Coraline." Lauren shook her head quickly. "That movie's scary."

"What about Beetlejuice? Or the Addams Family? And the Munsters?"

"Beetlejuice is a little scary - but I'll be okay as long as you're with me." Lauren snuggled closer into her girlfriend's body, which surprised Camila. Even though she was Lauren's girlfriend, Lauren was (sometimes slightly) distant from a lot of people around her. While that gap of distance closes had a tendency towards being reserved, even withdrawn at times. 

Camila also knew that Lauren had never been the type of person to be big on expressing affection. She had been aware of it since before they had started dating - Lauren had nervously told her shortly before she had asked Camila out. Lauren wasn't the person who wrote declarations of love on Facebook, or who treated Valentine's Day as a major deal. Camila didn't expect Lauren to ask her to prom with a giant bouquet and a Teddy bear that was taller than either of them. Camila saw Lauren's love for her in other ways, in little moments, when Lauren would quietly mention that she wrote a song and would like Camila to hear it when they were alone sometime. Sometimes Camila would open her locker and notice an index card had been slipped inside it. Camila would pick up the card, already recognizing the scrawled writing and who it belongs to, and notice that the card had a poem written on it, no longer in length than a Rupi Kaur poem. But it takes no more than a few words to express things well, and Lauren Jauregui was never one for lavish, exaggerated language.

So Camila hugged Lauren firmly, not tight enough to squeeze or suffocate but still not loose enough to let her go.

"Then we'll have a movie night of our own. We can invite Lucy and Vero and Harry and Louis if you want."

Lauren thought about it for a bit. "No just us. I can spend time with them another day, but I want to spend every day with you, as if it was my last one."