𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞'𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔶, camren

6. The Diner

"I'm feeling very vivacious in this moment so I swear to God, Dinah, if you say anything to ruin this mood I will not hesitate to stab you," Lauren speaks from her upside down position on the couch as the front door opens and closes. The blond haired girl smiles as shakes her head.

"Vivacious?" the blonde asks while making her way to the living room.

"Full of life and good spirits," she mumbles. Dinah nods, taking a seat across from her on the shaggy old rug with too many colors to count.

"So, why are you feeling vivacious?" Dinah picks at her nail polish.

"Fair question. It may or may not have to do with the fact that I skipped first to walk around with Lucy," the raven haired girl smiles proudly. Dinah gasps and starts to frequently question the level of coolness her best friend was on. The two go on for a while, the faint sounds of the television playing in the background as warm smiles were exchanged along with lots of questions about the girls upcoming relationship.

A scream along with several crashing sounds from upstairs interrupts them and Lauren fumbles to her feet. "Camila?!" she exchanges a concerned look with Dinah before both of them bolt upstairs, Lauren in the lead. They start to head towards Camila's room only to notice that the door was open so they both go to the bathroom. Lauren was ready to yank open the door when Dinah smacked away her wrist. She rolls her eyes, knocking on the door before opening the door when there's no response.

"I-I didn't mean to. I didn't..." Camila sniffles causing Lauren to come into the bathroom as well. There was a broken mirror on the floor, a few shards sticking out of her right hand that was now shaking and bleeding. Lauren grabs her wrist lightly to examine her palm while instructing Dinah to find the First Aid kit and a broom.

Camila sniffles again.

"I'm gonna take them out now, okay?" Lauren asks as Camila nods with a tear in her eye.

She flinches as she takes hold of the first piece and starts to remove it. How the hell did this fucking happen? Lauren had no clue but it didn't really matter at the moment. By the time the third piece was out, Dinah had returned with the kit and a broom just as Lauren notices Camila wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Did you step on any?" she asks, the girl held her own shaking wrist and bloodied palm in replacement of where her hand had previously been. She shakes her head. With a sigh, Lauren looks at all the broken mirror glass on the ground while trying to decide how to get her out of the bathroom. Sure they could sweep around her, but there was a possibility they could miss a piece or two and she needed to wrap up her hand soon.

Lauren picks her up bridal style with some hesitation, and carries her out of the bathroom. Camila was surprised but clung to her no less.

"Dinah would you mind cleaning that up?" she asks to which the girl tosses her the first aid and grabs the broom. Her hand finds the small of her back as she lead them into her room, Camila sitting on the bed with Lauren right next to her. They were silent, the air tense and their bodies too warm for the cold air around them because this wasn't a regular occurrence.

Lauren picks up her hand once again and begins to clean up her wounds before wrapping it up. Camila tries her best to avoid those emerald eyes as she glances up at her every now and then, her gaze set on counting and recounting her books repeatedly.

"You're all good," Lauren sighs, returning everything to the first aid kit and this time she does watch Lauren as she stands.

The raven haired girl was much taller than she remembered but then again, she'd never been this close. There was even more silence as Lauren tried and failed several times to close the kit to the point where she just left the room without closing it.