N O R M A L - A Camren Story

twenty two.

A/N: It's going to be Lauren's POV for a while... you'll see why. But I also want to say the tweet I talk about isn't real but is based off of other ones... I couldn't find the original one so I had to make one up. I'm saying this now before I get attacked ahahah.

but... 32K reads? I'm sorry what the actual fuck? You readers, are insane... thank you. I'm trying to improve my writing as I go along so if you do have suggestions or feedback, please don't be shy and comment!

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*WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE SMUT*

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Lauren's POV

As my eyes glued onto the words of my book, my hand was simultaneously weaving it's way through the chestnut brown hair that was sprawled out on my lap. The sleeping frame every once and a while let out a snore which automatically threw me into fits of laughter, my girl is adorable, even if the snoozing girl has a little drool hanging from the side of her mouth and her eyes a little open. It's just one of those situations that reminds me how lucky I still am to have this girl.

I turned the grainy page of "To Kill a Mocking Bird" to be met by an 'oh so' familiar one. The words dotted across the tea-stained paper were swirled with analysis and yellow highlighter stuck over important phrases. As my eyes darted from quote to quote, my green orbs fixated on one in particular.

"With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable."

I shifted my gaze to my girlfriend then back to the quote, repeating the process, until my vision began to fog with daring tears. I don't want to lose her. I don't want life to be unbearable. I pressed a lingering kiss on her temple and smiled strongly.

I sucked in a heavy breath, counting to three and then released it through my sniffly nose. The water that did brim my eyes, stopped clouding my vision and my iris' shone through the break like the sun after a storm.

My thoughts told me to get back to my book and finish the chapter, so I did exactly that. I took in the words and was completely engrossed in the literature I was reading. In fact, I was that engrossed, I didn't even realise that Camila was stirring in my lap and one of her precious Bambi brown eyes peaked underneath her petal like eye lids. I placed my book on the side on my bed side table and replaced it with my phone... the message from Will praising me for my recent accomplishment. Regret. That's all that swirled in the complication we call 'the brain.' I simply chucked my phone on my bed, landing with a little thump, and rubbed my make up free face with my hand that wasn't occupied.

"Hey baby." Camila hummed, her eyes barely open and her lips pecking the side of my lower arm that was still massaging the girl's scalp. "Hey Camz, you've been asleep for three hours." I chuckled a little. She took her nap unexpectedly around lunchtime and now the clock just struck 3:20. "You hungry?" I hummed and she sat up almost immediately (which I'm not surprised about) and nodded vigorously. "Such a child." I muttered under my breath and she just beamed the biggest grin she could and as always, I leaned over and kissed the stupid thing off her face. This sounds all innocent and light but this sweet, pure kiss ended in a full flame make out session. Such teenagers.

"Aaaaaand let's stop now." I almost moaned across Camila's lips. Don't get me wrong, sex with Camila is like heaven on earth... or my bed... or the bunk... or the shower... or the kitchen side. I-I mean... okay please don't tell Dinah about the last one because she'll cook me for breakfast and serve me on that side instead of my bare buttocks pressed on it and the smaller brunette casting magic between my legs. Back to the point... I just feel so fucking regretful about what I did and I know she's going to hate it.