She was pretty sure she was hallucinating.
The kitchen was a disaster zone. Ellie and Peter were covered head to toe with cake batter, an exasperated Elizabeth standing next to them, an empty bowl (looking suspiciously like it had been full of cake batter just moments before) in her hands. John was leaning over the sink, one hand waving in the air, the other deep in the drain. Hannah was holding back the twins, who'd somehow found a carton of eggs and were using a slingshot to fire the makeshift ammo at everyone in sight. Normani, Ally, and Shawn stood to the side, identical expressions of faux innocence on their faces, flour plastered in their hair, using their bodies to unsuccessfully hide the ruined cake behind them. Dinah stood next to Camila, forcibly holding her back, and Camila—her fiancée, the love of her life, her future wife—had clumps of icing and cake in her hands, cheeks streaked with tears, fiery gaze on the caterer. Lauren blinked, once, twice, three times. But the image didn't disappear.
She wasn't dreaming. Or hallucinating.
Before she could speak, the door swung open and Mrs. Cabello burst into the kitchen, eyes over her shoulder (as if something was chasing her).
"Sinu and Lauren are here, we—" She turned and immediately cut herself off, momentarily looking sheepish before she grinned widely at Lauren. "Never mind then."
(Lauren blinked once, twice, three times, but John's hand remained stuck in the sink, Normani remained in front of their ruined wedding cake, Camila remained glaring at the caterer. She wasn't hallucinating. Or dreaming.)
"Should we ask?" Sinu muttered, turning to Lauren with an incredulous expression, jaw still slightly ajar.
"Nope," Lauren said, shaking her head for effect. "Nope, I don't want to know."
"Logical as always, Lauren," Mrs. Cabello offered, and it was only then that Camila turned away from the caterer, her fiery gaze now focused on Lauren.
"You promised me," she said harshly, and without bothering to explain, she let the cake clumps in her hands fall to the ground with a disturbingly satisfying splat, before she walked out the door (taking great care to ram her shoulder hard into Lauren's).
Lauren blinked once, twice, three times, and she went after the love of her life, her fiancée, her future wife, without a second thought.
//
"I don't understand why we bother arguing over this every time. We both know you'll eventually agree with me." Lauren rolled her eyes, not looking away from the newscaster or shifting from her seat on the couch.
"I'm making a point," she said, refraining from turning around when she felt Camila's stomach press against the back of her head.
"Oh yeah?" She punctuated her words with a gentle graze of her hands against Lauren's neck, and it was truly a low blow. Lauren suppressed her shiver and tried to focus.
"You can't always get your way, Camila."
"But you're arguing for something you don't even want." This time, her lips brushed against Lauren's neck, and despite all her focus on the newscaster, she couldn't help the sigh that escaped her, couldn't help but lean her head to the side, giving Camila more room. (Couldn't help smiling a little when Camila let out a victorious laugh.)
"It's the principle of the thing," Lauren continued, wishing Camila wasn't standing behind the couch, wishing that turning around and pulling Camila into a proper kiss wouldn't be considered tacit surrender. "I argue to assert that my opinions should be factored in as well."
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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 .
