"Lauren, let me sleep"
"No, can we watch Netflix instead?"
"I'm tired"
"Let's get coffee then"
"I said I'm tired" Camila grumbled with annoyance tying from her voice, Lauren had been bugging her for the past half hour, and she wasn't pleased by it, let alone when she's exhausted and beat. Lauren on the other hand was extremely bored, she's not the kind person who laurels her time underproductive.
"Why can't we do something asides from sleeping?"
Honestly, Camila easily gets agitated by lines of complains being thrown at her, especially when she's tired, Camila immediately shuffled out from bed throwing Lauren a unimpressed look before taking her glasses from the bed counter, Lauren lets out a throaty laugh, then it died down when she saw the dark patches under the younger girls eyes, she was indeed tired, or as she has yet to conclude looking out rendered by the image in front of her.
Camila pinches the bridge of her nose looking thoughtlessly dull, her eyes were hurting from the constant lingering headache, she felt nauseous, and her body wasn't functioning well due to the instant movements she has courtly to pull through, though she was more worried about the green eyed girl's boredom sedately being said.
"Let's get coffee"
Lauren watches her deftly lounging to the bathroom door, she wonders if she was being too selfish, Camila has spent most of her time trying to be productive to the girl with the raven hair, she has run out of speculation on how a person could even deem to leave a girl like Camila. Lauren couldn't sustain the same rapport that Camila has shown to most people, she was evenly perfect on her own terms.
"You'll drive?"
A voice quickly pulled her from her daze looking thoroughly puzzled at Camila's statement, it took her a long pause before she could even try to register the question, Camila looks a little bit less dull, her hair was tied in a bun which fits her face adjacently.
Lauren cautiously stood up looking a little bit unsteady, after gaining her balance, she flashed a scuttled smile trying to look defiantly neutral giving the unusual action she has dented, Camila didn't seem to take upon it when she look pretentiously used to it, and the older Latina thanked her for it.
"In your state? I think I'll take it from here" Lauren chuckles lightly,
Camila, as usual didn't have to take a bait, she wasn't feeling well and the dense air wasn't making it easy for her to ridicule her senses, the numbing pain that was encased from her head wasn't helping either, she fixated her vision on the road in front of her, the drive was by intent, silent, that's how it works between Camila and Lauren, they enjoy the quite company every now and then, they don't need a fraction of words to prove to one another how they gratify the steady coherence they were receiving.
They arrived at a pink little coffee shop that was half a mile from Camila's place, situated near to a tiny park where seesaws can be evidently spotted, they were a few cars parked next to a fit stop near to where the shop was, Camila was in awe when she first stepped at the door frame, it was accustomed with wooden floors and a prominently vintage counter, the booths were nothing like the usual booths she sits onto, they were casually a full length pressed by the side glass where a small frame of green grass and a fitting landscape were accentuated.
Lauren couldn't help but stare at the younger girl's full deception, Camila was indeed art itself if so relatively compared to, and if so, Lauren thinks that she's theoretically contemporary, she thinks that Camila is livid, can merely be read, can merely be idle.
"What do you think?" Lauren asked, unsure.
Camila turned to look at the exquisite Lauren Jauregui who was looking treacherously tight, she wonders how Lauren could have found this place, the main idea of the raven hair girl looking for a good looking coffee shop tips her senses, how ever, she was feeling combusted by the sudden erratic pumping of her brain, her eyes had instantly shut as if towering her own figure to be despondent.
"Camila? What's wrong?" The older Latina flashed a worried look as she closes the gap between them, searching anything that is apparent to the case, Camila retracted from the sudden gesture looking eerily surprised by her own reaction.
"Can we stroll around after we get our coffees?" Camila's implausible rudimentary doesn't go unnoticed.
"Don't you like the place?"
Lauren was unpleased by the brunette's disregard, she could have think it more through, Lauren had searched a couple of coffee shops that she has yet invested herself into, and this was one of the best, Camila doesn't look displeased lately, so what changed? Maybe the dissonance was too much. Her thoughts escalated quickly, that was until Camila spoke plainly with mild prefect to her voice.
"I'm not quite myself"
Lauren has blamed herself for dragging the younger one knowingly aware that she was weary, Camila has made her point earlier and her foolishness had gotten the best of her.
"We can go back to your place after we get our coffee's, does that sound good to you?"
Camila wasn't in the position to protest considering the fact that she wanted to get back home so badly, Lauren ordered her coffee for her as she quietly trails beside the green eyed girl, the aching on her head has worsened, her eyes were directly persuaded by the escalating pain from her head, she grabs the hem of Lauren's shirt instinctively trying to maintain her balance, somehow Lauren was throttled by the sudden action that she has long forgotten about the girl's personal space.
She placed her hands on the younger girl's shoulder blades to keep her steady, her mind shifted when Camila has stiffened under her touch, the younger girl tried to loosen herself from Lauren's grip, but the older girl has fought her reoccurring thoughts of trying to give the girl what she wants.
"I'm just trying to help, Camila" Lauren stated firmly.
