Miss, Miss I Can't Do This. (Camren)

15

LAUREN P.O.V

As my eye's crack open, I'm suddenly very aware of the aggressive pounding going on in my head, it's like a tiny marching band are making their way from one ear, to the other and just keep going back and forth. I roll onto my side and notice water on my bedside cabinet, I grab the glass quickly, but my dumbass sat up too quickly so now my room is spinning. I think I might still be drunk. I also notice the pain killers on the side, so I quickly pick them up and take two.

Standing up, I hear all my joints popping, and cracking. I swear I'm actually a 76-year-old man.

I go to put my water back on the bedside table and notice a piece of paper.

thought you might need these in the morning ; )

Hope you're not hanging too bad,

Love, -C

x

Shit. Fuck. Balls. Wanker. Dick head. I forgot! I fucking called Camila last night! From reading the note everything from last night slowly started to flood my mind. Brad. My hand. Outside. Throwing up. Texting Camila. Camila picking me up. We talked. She brought me home. Helped me to bed.

No.

Nope.

No, I did not.

I kissed her. I mean on the cheek. BUT STILL! That shit can get me fired. Everything I did last night could've got me fired. 

I slowly sit on the end of my bed, lowering my head into my hands.

I like this girl a lot, like way more than I've liked anyone. It's so weird, how I've known people years and slowly began to like them, and at the time I thought I would never like anyone again, but in the short space I've known Camila, I'm 3000% sure I like her more than I liked them ever. I don't know what it is though, Camila is just so different, like a breath of fresh air. But fresh air that when I inhale it could have me put in jail.

I slowly walk out of my room to see Normani sat on a bar stool, with her head in her hands leaning on the counter top.

"Morning" I say, my voice more husky than usual.

I just get a groan back from Normani, who doesn't move.

I look at the clock on the oven and see that it is 1 in the afternoon already.

"Normani, its 1pm" I say slightly shocked.

"mmhmm"

"Hanging?" I ask.

"Like a chimp off a branch" She says slowly looking up at me, her eyes squinting at the bright light.

We both slowly make our way to the couch turning on the tv. I see my bag on the table and grab it.

I pull out my phone. Nothing worse than not charging your phone overnight. I have a few random notifications, emails and shit.

I decide to do something brave and re-read mine and Camila conversation last night. The whole time I'm laid quietly cringing at what I had said and how I had spelt it as well. Clearly, I wasn't reading what I was sending.

Quickly before I can change my mind, I decide to send her a message thanking her.

Lauren- Hi Camila, I just want to say thank you for last night. You really didn't have to do everything you did for me. Thank you for putting up with my stupid text's, and for even replying in the first place. Hope you have a great Saturday.