Style ⇌ Camren

Style

Midnight,

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Camila taps her fingers on her phone case anxiously, re-reading her most recent texts to Lauren. It's late, 12:03 AM to be exact but she insisted she came. She had jumped out of bed and rushed to her closet to change out of her pyjamas and into a simple shirt and a tight skirt.

Her involvement with Lauren is complicated, so complicated that she almost denied her from coming, but she can't seem to say no to her.

So after a few minutes, she receives another text from Lauren, telling her she's at the end of the driveway, her car's headlights off so her strict parents won't notice. Camila switches her phone off after turning on airplane mode in fear her father would track her down if he found out, and opens her window.

The cold air hits her suddenly but she ignores it and swings a leg out of the window and then the other, slipping out onto the dewey grass. She looks up and sees Lauren leaning against the side of her car, wearing a plain white shirt and her signature leather jacket. Camila swallows hard at the sight of the girl, excitement already fluttering in her chest.

"Get in, Princess." Lauren says in a raspy voice as she gets in herself. Camila doesn't say a word and instead opens the car door and follows suit.

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Camila sighs as the wind blows through her hair, thankful that Lauren owns a convertible, because nothing compares to this kind of freedom. Well, almost nothing.

"It's been awhile since I've even heard from you." The younger girl finally says, and Lauren grips the steering wheel tighter as the houses on either side of them grow more sparsely placed.

"Yeah, well." Lauren mumbles. She doesn't really have an answer for Camila; one that she wants to tell her at least. Thankfully she never presses her about further information about anything. Camila smiles sadly and tilts her head back and closes her eyes, enjoying the night air and ignoring the feeling inside her that knew exactly where this would lead.

Camila sneaks a few peaks at the older girl, admiring her eyes and their daydreamy James Dean look. They always go crashing down, spending nights like this together only to ignore each other's existence for weeks, mostly on Lauren's part.

Her parents have never found out, they still see the faithful good girl in their daughter, but in all honesty she could even fool Lauren, if not for some of the things they had done together.

So it goes, she can't keep her wild eyes on the road

She can feel her burning gaze on her skin, and she doesn't have to turn to look.

Lauren thinks that looking at Camila is one of her favourite things to do. To look at her anywhere really, from the way her tight little skirt frames her hips to how beautiful her face looks with the moonlight reflecting off her dark brown eyes and glossy lips. She's so beautifully untainted, still filled with excitement by the wonders of the world. Lauren wishes she could feel that way again but she settles for the high of it she gets when she's with Camila and hopes she doesn't have the same effect on her.

Lauren turns onto the beach they've been to before. It's like a home to Camila. Lauren takes her home to this place where she feels at peace, even if they barely ever get out of the car.

"I've heard you've been out and about with some other girl." Camila finally says as Lauren parks, the phrase having been on the tip of her tongue since she got in the car.

Lauren bites the inside of her cheek and looks out at the water, where small waves lap up at the shore. She can't help but sympathize with it—in her mind, waves crash against the shores roughly, refusing to calm and just let her slow down for a bit.