Camren One Shots

Car Problems

A/N: I've been feeling a change. Hence my new name Firebird_18. Oh and my Tumblr is alexdoeswriting now. So feel free to check it out.

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Prompt: "You're my mechanic and I keep breaking my car/bike so I can see you again because I don't know how to ask you out."  

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Lauren was a capable woman. She lived by herself, she's been out of her parent's house for years. She could damn well do most things by herself.

Except fix her car.

"Ah for fuck sake." Lauren groaned as the car steamed softly. White smoke.. Nothing dangerous then. Lauren pulled the car over and turned on her hazards.

Just what she needed. On her way to her best friends birthday party and this shit happens. Lauren sighed and pulled out her phone, dialling the mechanics number. Her parents were good friends with a mechanic in their town, good business and not too expensive.

"Yeah my car's smoking." Lauren said once the guy asked what was wrong.

"We'll send someone out soon." The guy promised once Lauren had told him where she was stuck. Lauren sighed and hung up.

"Great. Just freaking great." Lauren muttered.

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Ten minutes later and Lauren hear the rumble of a tow truck. She lifted her head from her phone and watched the rusty blue truck stop in front of her car. The door swung open and a small lithe girl jumped out, knock off Timberlands sending up a dust cloud as the girl landed.

Lauren looked up from the boots and saw the blue dungarees hanging off of one shoulders smeared in black oil and covered in grease. The black crop top underneath showed off a tiny strip of tanned skin. Her hands were speckled with paint yet still seemed flawlessly smooth. She swiped a strand of hair from her face and tucked it into her ponytail. Her eyes covered by cheap Ray Bans.

Lauren was floored. This was not the guy she spoke to.

"Lauren right?" The girl asked, holding out her hand. Lauren shook it with a smile and a slight wince at the grease now on her palm. "Oh shit sorry." The girl smiled apologetically.

"Yeah... you're not the guy I spoke to." Lauren pointed out. The girl laughed and shook her head.

"No. I'm his daughter, Camila Cabello." Camila grinned and Lauren nodded.

"I take it you're an expert then?" Lauren asked curiously. Camila nodded as her eyes slid over to the still smoking car.

"How long has it been smoking?" Camila asked, popping the hood and spluttering, waving the smoke from her face.

"I dunno. Ten or so minutes?" Lauren said with a sigh. "Just give it to me straight, is she dead?" Lauren asked dramatically as Camila fiddled around the car.

"I don't do anything straight." Camila murmured absentmindedly. She slammed the hood shut and sighed. "No she won't die. But I do need to take her back to the shop."

Lauren groaned but nodded.

"Sure thing." Lauren mumbled. Camila walked to the back of the tow truck and begun hooking Lauren's car up.

"I can give you a lift to the shop if you want?" Camila offered once the car was secure. Lauren blinked.

A ten minute car ride with a really hot girl or a half hour walk to Mani's...

...ten minute ride it was.

"Sure, that'd be great." Lauren said with a smile.

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