Summary- Camila and Lauren have been best friends since elementary school, ruling playgrounds together and bossing around Lauren's baby sister since they could remember. Now they were in their early twenties, just getting off from their world wide tour, and Lauren invites the brunette to stay at her place- the only problem is that Camila hasn't seen Lauren's baby sister since she wore bows and unicorn dresses- and a lot has changed.
Warnings- many swears, & v dirty. also, sexual interactions between an adult and a minor (22 and 17)
"Are you sure it's okay that I'm crashing your family reunion? I mean you haven't seen them since last year" Camila asks nervously, her tan fingers twiddling and twisting together under her intense but meekly unsure gaze.
Lauren rolls her eyes at the repetitive question that the Cuban couldn't help but keep asking, her manners and politeness were practically drilled into her brain from the years of scolding she endured as a young child, her mother urging to teach the troubling Latina that the most important thing in this world was kindness-- which Lauren thought was absolute bullshit, but that was besides the point.
"Yes I'm sure, Camila. It's not like your intruding on a family gathering; it's my apartment and it's only y/n living there since our parents have been away" Lauren educated her on the situation as her hands braced on the leather wheel, her slender fingers tapping a smooth beat that dwelled with the pop song humming through the radio nicely.
"Alone?!" Camila asked, her face stretching into a look of concern as her sculpted jaw fell agape, her brown hair whipping against her neck due to the rapid turn of her head.
Lauren shifted her gaze from the trafficking road, her emerald eyes side-eyeing the frantically concerned woman looking at her as if she needed an explanation for the previous statement. The older Cuban furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head lightly with a laugh bubbiling past her pink lips; she couldn't believe the dramatic flare that her friend held.
"Jesus, Mila. Y/n's seventeen years old now and quite mature for that age, she is perfectly capable of functioning on her own for a little while" Lauren chuckled with a small shake of her head, her wrists twisting as she turned a sharp right and let gravity pull her towards the counsel of the expensive car.
"What happened to "nobody touches my baby sister" Lauren?" Camila asks with a laugh, tilting her head from the beautiful sight of towering palm trees glowing outside the finger-printed window, over to the smiling girl with a black leather wheel squeezed between her fingers.
"Oh, she's still very much present- hence why y/n does not, and will not, have a boyfriend. But I got to give the kid some trust" Lauren said with a small shrug, pulling down a familiar street that made both of the twenty-two year olds smile nostalgically.
"God, boyfriend. I couldn't even imagine such a thing, last time I saw y/n she was still carrying around that worn down stuffed unicorn" Camila muttered just above a whisper, watching as the familiar street signs of the narrowed Miami streets passed them by in a blurry haze.
"Aww, I remember Captain Fluffy. You got her it for her fourth birthday and she refused to put it down" Lauren chuckled at the distant memory, turning into the luxury neighborhood that she had rented an apartment in once their second album hit the public and she was suddenly bathing in money.
"Well we did convince her that he was a real life unicorn that would protect her with his magical powers at any costs" Camila giggled at the memory of her and Lauren taunting the young girl, her doe eyes wide as saucers as she hung onto every word they said.
Camila truly loved that little girl, even if Lauren and her had spent a majority of their childhoods tormenting her with haunted stories and childish violence. She smiled at the memory of her and the pink bows that decorated her hair, and that bright grin only grew along with her excitment once the tall, luxury apartment building came into sight.
