(trigger warning: mention of drugs and violence)
She was still awake, laying in her bed with opened eyes when she heard the lock of their old apartment. She didn't know what time it was, but it was too late for Lauren to come home. According to the noise the older girl was making outside of their apartment she wasn't sober enough to actually find the lock with her keys, so Camila stood up with an annoyed sigh. While the other girl still struggled with opening the door Camila took her time and looked at her phone first, Lauren always let Camila wait before she came home so now Camila could let her wait a little before she opened the door. It had already been 2:41am but it wasn't surprising, it got worse every day. Surprising was only the fact, that Lauren still came home at all. The reality was, Camila waited for the night where Lauren would go. It wasn't that she didn't love the other girl because she did. Admittedly, she loved Lauren more than herself, but maybe that wasn't enough anymore. Lauren rather spent all her nights outside god knows where, while Camila was busy all day with work so that at least one of them could pay the bills.
Of course, it wasn't always like that. When Camila met Lauren in college she wasn't a lost girl. No, quite the opposite, she helped Camila to find herself. It didn't take her long to realize that Lauren was a glib person, the way she talked with so much passion behind it made it easy for Camila to listen to Lauren ranting about politics and laws all day. Back in high school, Camila hated talking with her classmates about these things, but with Lauren it was something else. Lauren knew what she was talking about. Moreover, she had no problem with speaking out loud and Camila was glad she didn't, because that was one of the things why Camila fell so deeply in love with her. Lauren was the kind of girl that just caught your attention, so no one can blame Camila for falling.
Camila just entered a small cafe uptown when she got a phone call from the friend she was supposed to meet. "What do you mean, you can't come?" She asked a little too loud after her friend, Normani, explained why she was calling. "How am I supposed to write an essay about the political view of a person that isn't here?"
"I'm so sorry, Camila" Normani spoke. "It's an emergency. But hey you know me long enough, you don't need me there," She continued convinced.
"Yes, okay. I'll come up with something." She said, more to herself than to her friend and ended the call. The truth was, she didn't know enough about politics for her own assignment, what was kind of sad.
She looked around and immediately noticed that this place was full and her first instinct told her to turn around, and go but she couldn't go back to her dorm, because her annoying roommate was there with her jerk of a boyfriend, probably doing things Camila didn't want to know about.
Her eyes scanned the room and the girl found a seat that hadn't been taken yet, so she made her way over and smiled at the girl that was already sitting across. "Hey, is it okay if I take this seat?" She asked kindly, but the other girl didn't even look up from the book in front of her and just nodded slowly.
Camila rolled her eyes but took it as a yes. She laid her stuff down and ordered a black coffee before she went back and took her laptop out of her bag. She opened a new document and easily wrote an introduction to her project, and tried to write the rest without Normani but failed after a few boring sentences. She deleted them again and took a sip of her coffee. "Stupid law students" She cursed under her breath and this seemed to catch the attention of the girl sitting across from her. She looked up from her book, with a raised eyebrow and Camila didn't know she was being watched until the girl spoke.
"We haven't talked yet, and you're already insulting me?" She asked with a slight grin.
Camila looked up from her laptop and only now saw that, the book the other girl was reading, was the same book Normani used for some of her classes. Her cheeks turned red and she nervously bit her bottom lip. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry" She quickly said. "I wasn't talking about you, I mean, I didn't know you were a law student. How would I, you know, we just-"
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Fanfiction"I tried to tell myself, maybe you're right. That maybe you didn't change, but the way I see you. I thought about your words over and over again, hoping I'd figure out why you said that, but I couldn't, because you're wrong, Lauren. You did change s...
