London Is Falling (Camren)

partying isn't my forte

Camila POV

Lauren wasn't in her room. A bunch of irrational thoughts that I never asked for rush through my mind, like how she's probably mad at me and wants space, and how I've ruined everything already.

I was too caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear Lauren's keys in the front door.

"Camila, what are you doing in my room?"

I turn around to face her, she doesn't look angry about the fact I'm just stood in her bedroom looking like a deer in headlights.

"I was looking for you. I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay it's no big deal." She smiles at me warmly.

"No, I mean I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what was wrong with me. I was feeling kind of weird and I took something out on you that wasn't even your fault. And that picture you put through my door, you're so thoughtful. I literally don't even deserve you. I don't want to lose you already just as we're getting to know eachother, I'm so sorry."

I close my eyes and cringe internally at me spilling all of my thoughts out. I feel my body being filled with warmth and open my eyes to find myself intertwined with Lauren in a hug. She's rubbing my back in a circular motion and for the first time since arriving in London, I feel at home. I reciprocate the hug, holding her tightly. We're in a comfortable silence for what feels like minutes but its probably seconds before she breaks the contact.

"I was just out getting some things to make us a nice breakfast." She picks up a couple bags of groceries and pulls me by my hand into the kitchen.

"That looks like you got a lot more than breakfast there?" I question her, amusingly.

"Well, yeah I kind of went a little snack mad in there. Look at these chips camz, Monster Munch! Are they shaped like monster feet? I don't get it. Also, what on earth flavour are these? Can you say that word? Worchescesester sauce, is that how you say it?"

I whole heartedly laugh at her attempt and how deadly serious she was.

"By the way, if we ever move out of here we need to find a place with an elevator because I'm not hauling things up all those stairs for four years."

"Uh, Lauren...we do have an elevator."

"You're actually kidding me. WHERE!?" She shouts.

"I'll show you later, so what are we having for breakfast Lolo."

I sat down at the kitchen island whilst Lauren poured herself and I a cup of coffee. "Cafe con leche my dear?" I giggle at her cuteness of pretending to be a waitress. She served us both up some 'tostada' and a fruit bowl each for after.

"This is beautiful, thank you my dear." I mock her earlier tone. She just tilts her head to one side, smiling at me with her mouth full of food.

"So, where did you learn to speak Spanish?" I ask her, honestly curious.

"Uhm well my mom & dad are Cuban. I was born in Florida but my mom always wanted me to stay true to my Cuban roots so I grew up speaking Spanish. I'm assuming yours is a similar situation?" She redirects the question back to me.

"Yeah I guess so, but I was born in Cuba. I moved to Miami when I was around 6. I taught myself how to speak English from watching cartoons. My dad was born in Mexico, so I'm Cuban, Mexican." I look back at Lauren who looks stunned.

"I can't believe you taught yourself English. That's incredible."

We finish up breakfast and I load the dishwasher. I get a fright when I turn around and Lauren is standing inches away from me.