Only Told the Moon

Two

I went back to the apartment, took a shower, got dressed, made myself coffee and ate. I loved today's performance. I felt the energy and the excitement. Hopefully no one lost their voices since they were screaming.

My phone was blowing up from all the notifications on my social media. I was tagged in photos, a bunch of retweet's on Twitter you name it. I decided to look at the photos I was tagged in.

'I am so proud at Camila for waving the LGBT flag around! She is such a role model, inspiring people to do what they love! I loved her performance! Love you Camila! You did an amazing job! Keep up the hard work! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜'

I couldn't help but smile. I liked the photo. God they make my day. I love my fans so much. They're so talented and amazing.

I carefully sipped my coffee, looking out the window. "Ah... this is nice." I whispered to myself. I placed the mug on the small counter, before laying across the couch, stretching. I yawned a bit.

I was tired. Extremely tired and exhausted. I closed my eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep.

*

"Jeez Camz you're gonna catch a cold." Lauren said giggling, covering both of us with her leather jacket. It was raining but not too hard. Although I was so confused on what's going on. Why is Lauren here?

"I like the rain tho." I said smiling. "If you get sick, expect me to say I told you so." Lauren said kissing my cheek. God if I wasn't so confused on what was happening, I would've melted by now.

I couldn't help but blush, even if it's a dream it feels so real. "Jeez Laur.." I said burying my face on her neck. She just chuckled lightly.

"You know you love me."

"I do."

I looked up at her before gently kissing her. Those lips that I've been craving for years. God I missed her taste, her touch, her laugh, her everything. I missed her so much.

Our lips moved in sync. Lauren guided us both where water couldn't soak us. I slowly pulled away, catching my breath. I looked at her. God she looks like a goddess. She still manages to look hot without even trying.

We kissed again, this time it was passionate. She tugged on my lip causing me to let out a small moan.

*

I woke up to a big thud. I groaned a bit opening my eyes. I had fallen out of the couch. I groaned once more before getting up and sitting down.

Why am I dreaming about her. This needs to stop.

I ran my fingers though my hair, sighing. My emotions need to stop. God... these are the consequences I have to face. But I regret nothing about it. I've learned from my experience with her. I loved her. But in the end, it didn't work out.

In the interview when he asked if we were dating, she refused. We had a little argument when everything was over and when we were alone. Her last response was "whatever", then left. It hurt. It hurt so bad that I almost cried in frustration and in pain.