Where Dreams Are Made (CAMREN)

Chapter 5- The Aftermath

        Butter gold, hazy light seeped gently through the thin skin of Camila's eyelids the next morning, and her head began to flinch in pain the moment she woke up, making her eyes snap open with a jolt, her heart leaping into quick pulses. Where was she? Her warm, clammy skin was clung to someone... oh my god... her first ever one night stand? She glanced behind her to the person who was spooning her from behind and let herself gasp slightly as she noticed Lauren sound asleep, the older girl's pale arms wrapped around Camila's waist.
Had they... surely not!
Her damp bikini itched her body and she glanced down at the patches of dark makeup staining the pillow of the bed.

         She closed her heavy eyes... and everything came back to her. Every nerve in her body suddenly began to tingle as she remembered vaguely the sweet tingle of a cocktail, the steady thumping of music, the glowing lights... Lauren's lips... Lauren's lips!? Cool, moist and tender. She had kissed Lauren!

        "Thirsty?" A soft, raspy voice suddenly whispered behind her, and Camila glanced over at Lauren, who despite being half-asleep, was gazing at the smaller girl with glowing, emerald eyes. Camila was baffled that those bright orbs of green could still be so vibrant as such an early hour.

        "Did we... do it." Camila mumbled shyly, feeling a flush of pink flood her cheeks. Her voice practically squeaked out of her dry, parched throat.

        "Of course not! I would take advantage of you like that, Cabello... all we did was have a little kiss." Lauren yawned, sitting up in bed and ruffling her dark hair so it formed a fluff of silky brown framing her tired yet still astonishingly beautiful facial features. "And I'm not gonna lie, babe.. I enjoyed it."

         "Babe?" Camila suddenly smirked, impressed by Lauren's bravery at the forwardness of the pet name. The girls had known each other for one day... yet they felt as if their souls had been connected for s lifetime.

        "Whatever." Lauren chuckled. "How about this... we go down and grab some breakfast? How does golden pancakes with lashings of sticky syrup sound to nurse your hangover!" The older girl spluttered, and Camila rolled her eyes playfully in embarrassment . Oh god she was such a mess last night... she basically forced herself upon the older girl. However, Camila still felt reservations stirring in the pit of her stomach. Lauren was beautiful... every single part of her stunning in a perfect yet imperfect way. She was bubbly, kind and mysterious and talking to her was like chatting with an old, dear friend. But Camila had walls up.

        "Lauren... I've known you not even twenty four hours. I barely know anything about you! I mean... did you even come here with someone? Where is your family... or friends!? Yeah the kiss was a bit of fun... extremely breathtaking, heart stopping fun... but we are on vacation! We will never be able to see one another again! So before we take things any further..." Camila sighed, watching every flicker of emotion on Lauren's face as her small speech went on, feeling guilty as she watched the green-eyes girl's emerald orbs glaze over at the mention of family, her smile fading and a shadow of a frown flickering behind her features.

What had just happened?

        However, before the smaller girl could finish her sentence, a sudden set of heavy, loud footsteps broke through the peaceful tranquility of their hotel room, and Camila felt herself let out a squeal of fear when someone entered the room from the attached kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat. Looming in the doorway of Lauren's apartment bedroom, a tall man was stood narrowing his eyes at the two girl's and scratching his head. The man was wearing nothing but a pair of slightly dirty, white boxer pants, his muscular, hairy chest exposed to the girls... he didn't seem to care. His wrinkled face was speckled with messy stubble and the dark hair upon his head was stuck up into fluffy peaks, almost as if a toddler playing with clay had formed it into small, sturdy mountains. A sudden whiff of alcohol drifted across the room and Camila felt herself gag as questions flooded through her mind. Who the hell was this? Why did he stink of alcohol, smoke and sweat? And why did Lauren look so terrified right now? Her gleaming, emerald eyes were suddenly wide with pure fear, and the taller girl had suddenly covered her exposed bikini body with the blankets on the bed.

       "Who the fuck are you!?" The grotesque man suddenly bellowed, his loud, slurred words echoing around the apartment as his beady, green eyes bored straight into Camila's soul making her heart skip a thousand beats and fear to flood every part of her body.

       Lauren took a deep, shaky sigh, sinking her head in shame, masking her flushed cheeks with her thick, dark hair. A terrifying silence hung over the room until the green-eyed girl finally said...

        "Camila... meet my Dad."