We Expect (Camren fic)

*The Accident*

Lauren's POV

"Ma! I'm running late I've got to leave!", I yelled to my mother as I quickly exited the front door.

"Good luck, Mija! You can do it!", was the last thing I heard her say before closing the door. My mother's voice always boosted my confidence.

It was 7:32 am. I quickly rushed to unlock my car and got inside. This morning, I was on my way to my first gig at a well known bar. I spent weeks promoting my performance all over the city of San Francisco. It was my big break to finally gain exposure... and I was already 12 minutes late!

"Shit! This is unbelievable! I hope I don't blow this", I yelled in frustration as I pulled out of my drive way.

Hi, my name is Lauren! Last name Jauregui. I'm a 22 year old Cuban American. I'm an aspiring musician. I sing and play guitar, acoustic and electric, quite often. Music is quite simply... my passion. I've never loved anything quite as much and it's what I plan to do with my life. I have tons of potential... but I still could use some help in the lyrics department. Don't get me wrong! I'm a good writer! Just... I'm not as good as I could be. I'm practicing though! Practice makes perfect you know, at least that's what I've been told. I've been trying to perfect my craft as much as possible. If only I had some extra help. I'm a heterosexual female. I just got out of a relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Tyrone. He was a jerk, but I loved him. Eventually enough became enough. Now I just want to focus on my music and move forward from my past heartbreak. What's still to come in my life is more important than the past troubles I've already faced. Only way now is forward.

*Beep Beep* "Move it asshole!", I yelled as road rage began to consume me. Like seriously, who drives this slow? The guy decided to flip me off after sticking his hand out of the window. "Fuck you too!", I yelled back in frustration. I was running late to my performance set up and all bets were off. I NEEDED to get there by any means necessary.

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Camila's POV

"No, I don't care!", I argued on the phone with my boyfriend. "I don't care because you pushed me to the point of not caring! You make me feel like shit! Yes you do! Ugh!", I yelled nearly at the top of my lungs. This was about his fourth time calling me back this morning. You'd think someone would get the point after hanging up on them several times! "Just stop calling me because you're making me late for work! You're the last person ON EARTH that I'd ever go back to! You know what, Matthew? I'm not even gonna listen to what you have to say. IT'S OVER!", I shouted as I hung up the phone, groaning loudly soon after.

It was way too early in the morning to be arguing on the phone. First I'm preparing for work, then the next thing I know... I'm arguing with a grown ass man? Really? He thinks he knows it all, but he's the most clueless person I've ever met.

Running my fingers through my hair with agitation, I lifted my phone again to check the time. "Damnit! I'm late again!" I yelled, soon hurrying out of my front door in a rush to reach my car.

Once I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I scrambled around in my purse to find my car keys. They weren't in there.

"Shoot! Where are my keys?", I sighed in frustration as I sped walked back upstairs to my apartment. Quickly searching around, I grabbed my keys off of my kitchen counter. Making sure to be quick on my feet, I made my way back to my car.