SHE LIKES GIRLS - CAMREN

1. Kiss The Girl.

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I didn't proof read. Sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it!

I enter the front door of Camila's house. The door was left unlocked, she said it would be. I make my way up the stairs where her bedroom is located. About to knock on the door, I hear her speak from inside, "Come in Lauren." I push the door open, finding a freshly showered Camila, still wrapped in a towel. She smiles at me. She looks perfect. I blush so hard, I can feel my face heat up.

Damn, this girl.

"Hi" I manage to say. "Hi, I'm just getting dressed and then we'll do the assignment okay?" she says, digging through a pile of clothing. "It's fine" I say. I drop my bag next to the bed and make myself comfortable, expecting her to go get dressed in the bathroom. But no. She takes the towel off, revealing that she already has underwear on but also revealing a lot of skin. Having a crush on your friend is terrible, when you can't do anything about it, that is. I try to keep my eyes on the lamp standing on the bedside table beside me. I can feel my face turning red again. "Lauren, do you think I should wear this shirt?" Camila asks. I look over at her with the shirt on, but still no pants. She looks absolutely amazing in that shirt, it fits her form so well. I nod, afraid to speak. She smiles, finally happy with her shirt. She picks up the shorts and scrunches her nose. "Not these" she says, walking over to her closet, right in front of me. I'm going to die today, this is it. What have I done? Why is God punishing me? She bends over, her full backside on show. My eyes widen.

I reach into my pocket, wanting to distract myself with my phone. Dead. For fucks sake. "You okay Lolo?" Camila asks me. "Huh?"

"You said 'for fucks sake'" she says. Did I say that out loud? I notice that she's now fully clothed. "I'm sorry I took so long to get dressed, I didn't mean to" she continues. "Oh no! It's not you, not at all" I say. "Oh. Well, okay then" she smiles and hops on the bed next to me. "Okay, let's start. How far are you on the assignment?" she says. "I'm actually done with my half. I thought maybe I could help you" I smile. Thank God, I'm acting normal now. "What? But I'm done too. I wanted to help you" she laughs. "Oh" is all I manage. That laugh. "I'll go home then" I say moving to get up. "No, stay" Camila says grabbing my arm. I sit back again. "Let's just talk" she says with a hopeful smile. "Okay, about?" "Your crush. I heard the girls mention you have one so... Who is he?" my heart stops.

"Um" I blush. Camila looks at me expectantly, a bright smile present on her face. "He's actually a she" I say nervously. "Oh cool. Who?" Wait. She doesn't care that it's a girl?

"I'm not telling" I say. "Oh come on, don't be like that. We're way too old for that" she says. "Nope" I laugh at her antics. "Well, then I'm just going to... tickle it out of you!" she screams and pounces on me. I sit still. "Aren't we way too old for this too?" I ask laughing. She sits up and sticks her tongue out. "No fair, you didn't even react" she pouts. "I'm not ticklish" I laugh. "Don't lie" she squints her eyes. I throw my head back in laughter. Suddenly I feel her on top of me, tickling me again all over my stomach. It still doesn't work until she moves to my ribs. Oh fuck. I wiggle around under her, blushing furiously. She stops and looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "Not ticklish huh?" she laughs. "Yeah yeah, whatever" I say. She moves off of me and back to her spot next to me. "So, crush?" she says.

Oh no, I thought we were done with this. "No. But what about you?" "Nah, I'm not even sure that I've ever really had a crush" she says. "You've never liked someone?" I say a little confused. "No, I've never had a crush on a boy. I think I would've remembered" she says, not really bothered. "You will though. Everyone does" I say. What else was I supposed to say? "I guess" she shrugs. "But tell me about your person. You don't have to tell me their name." I think for a few seconds.

Sigh.

"Well, she's really pretty, beautiful actually. She's smart too, and hardworking. She's loyal. She's always nice to me. Her voice is that of an angel" I smile, thinking to myself. "Describe her looks" Camila says. "Beautiful brown hair, with eyes to match. A bright smile that makes anyone feel better. I said she had the voice of an angel, but she also looks like one. She's always beautiful, even on her bad days. She has a nice body too, she's fit" I say. "That's so sweet. I wish someone would say those things about me" she smiles. I blush. If only she knew.

"One day when you two get married, I'm going to be there right?" she jokes. I just smile back. "What's got you all quiet today?" Camila laughs. Fuck. "Um, I don't know. I'm just in a weird mood I guess. Maybe I'm tired" I say. "We can take a nap and cuddle" she says. Shit. "No it's- it's fine. I'm fine" I stutter. "I think I know why. You're in love. It has you in some funny mood" she jokes. I laugh nervously. "You're such a romantic Lauren. I wish you were my girlfriend" she jokes again. I blush even more. "You tell your girlfriend I'm going to steal you" she laughs. "She's not my girlfriend" I say. "Not yet, but she will be. No one can resist you, just look at you" she pokes my cheek. "I hope you're right" "Oh I am. She'll be stupid to say no" Camila giggles. "You should tell her" she continues. "I can't" "Why not?" Why must she be so persistent? "I don't know if she likes girls" I sigh. "But what if she does?" "But what if she doesn't?" I ask back. "It's impossible not to like girls, just look at them" Camila says. "That's not how it works. Wait. Do you like girls?" I ask. Her eyes go wide, her face bright red.

"No, no. I- uh. Promise you won't tell" Camila freaks out. Oh my God! Camila likes girls? "I won't. It's okay" I say reassuring her. She looks down in her lap, she seems a little upset. "Hey, hey, it's fine. I won't tell anyone. And I'm proud of you" I hug her. I let go and she looks at me, uncertainty in her eyes. "But Lauren, I've never even kissed anyone before. How will I know if I like it or not?" she asks. "You don't have to kiss a girl to know that you like her" I say. "Are you sure?" "Yes" I say. "But what if I want to be sure?" she says standing up, her back facing me. Her arms crossed protectively in front of her. "Okay, we can find a girl for you to kiss then" I say. She turns around. "Will you?" "Yes, I'll find someone" I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm a supportive friend right?

"No. Will you kiss me?" she blushes. My jaw drops.

What? Should I? This might be the only chance I get right? "Are you- you sure?" I trip over my words. "If that's okay?" she asks shyly. She's so cute. Okay Lauren, you got this! "Um, sure" I say, giving her a tight lipped smile. She sits back on the bed. "You would?" she says, a smile appearing. I nod, not trusting my voice. She hugs me tightly. "Thank you, thank you!" she says. She pulls back. She looks into my eyes and down at my lips. Now or never. I lean in and close the gap between us. Her beautifully plump lips on mine. Butterflies go crazy in my stomach and fireworks spark in my mind. We pull apart. She blushes and looks away to hide her face. "Yeah. I like girls" she giggles.

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