Sociology was boring.
That's what Lauren got from the first lecture, and despite others' assurances that it was an easy A, that the boredom was worth it, Lauren had decided by the end of the first class period to drop the course the second she returned to her dorm room. (But then she saw the familiar brunette head, and she hadn't been able to muster the energy to drop the course.)
It took several lectures before Lauren mustered the courage to sit next to the brunette—the biology major—and smile at her awkwardly.
"Hi. You're the walking sleep deprivation PSA." Brown eyes met hers, and Lauren felt her breath hitch, felt her hands go numb. (Was this normal? This couldn't be normal.)
"Oh my god. Hi! And I actually go by Camila. Walking sleep deprivation PSA is reserved only for finals week." She held out her hand, grinning widely, and after a short pause, Lauren took it.
"I'm Lauren," she said, surprised Camila even heard her.
"Hi Lauren," Camila answered, still smiling widely. "It's really nice to meet you."
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Lauren paced the room.
They'd become closer over the last few months, and Lauren found herself at Camila's dorm more often than she liked to admit. (Normani told her it was annoying, grinning the whole time. Ally— Camila's roommate—kept hinting that Camila and Lauren might as well find an apartment together for their senior year.)
"Lauren. Relax."
"I can't relax, Camila. I can't. It's all ruined. Holy fucking shit. I can't believe this. I ruined it."
"Lauren—"
"It's my entire grade, Camila. I knew I shouldn't have taken this dumb class. Who was I kidding? I'm not an artist! Who the fuck requires an art elective?"
"Well, the university—"
"I'm going to fail. I've never failed before. Never. And an art class has defeated me." Camila, who was on the couch, her textbook open on her lap, raised her eyebrows, staring at the painting in Lauren's hands.
"It's not that bad."
"Don't lie, don't lie to me. I can tell, you think it's terrible. God, an art class, who was I kidding?"
"Lauren, it's not even ruined. It looks fine."
"The paint is running! It looks like a blob. It was supposed to be a person. Or a bowl. Or something that wasn't a blob." Camila laughed, only just managing to hide it by turning her head away. "You think this is funny?"
"No, of course not. This is very serious. And I promise you, you're not going to fail." Lauren ceased her pacing, throwing the painting down in disgust, refusing to meet Camila's eyes.
"It's hopeless. I'm hopeless. I should just go home." She made to pick up her jacket and leave, but Camila got to her feet in a hurry, knocking her textbook to the ground without paying it any mind, and grabbed Lauren by the wrist.
"Wait, no. Just stay, okay? You're upset, and your roommate pisses you off. Just stay tonight."
"Camila—"
"You're upset. You think I'm going to let you go off on your own?" Lauren swallowed hard, staring down at where Camila's hand gripped her wrist, where her skin suddenly burned for no reason whatsoever. "Stay. Okay?"
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For You ... -Camren
Fanfiction" For you .. i'd blur the lines between the truth and the lies " loving her ... ohh loving her was so easy untill i wanted nothing more than to hate her .
