Paper Scars || camren

Chapter Twenty Seven

AN:Trigger warning just in case. I don't know if it qualifies, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

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"It's been weeks, Mani." Dinah spoke to her distant friend. "Just talk to her."

Normani just rolled her eyes. "She doesn't want to talk to me. Plus, I don't know what I would say. To either of them."

"Take it one problem at a time. You don't have to talk to Camila just yet."

"The whole thing is just replaying in my head over and over." She regretted what she'd said as soon as she saw Dinah's expression turn worrisome.

"The flashbacks?" Dinah lowered her voice. "Mani, that's not good. Have you been taking your medication?"

"Yes." No. Dinah raised an eyebrow, not believing her. "I have." I haven't. "Anyway, it's bullshit that I have to take them. I don't need them. I'm not crazy."

"Just because you have PTSD doesn't mean you're crazy. You experienced a traumatic event. You should really—" Dinah began.

Normani silenced her. "Stop treating me like I'm some patient."

"Maybe it's time to tell Lauren about you." Dinah suggested.

Normani's eyes widened. "Dinah, no!" She was breathing heavily. "No, are you serious? She's got enough to deal with, and I don't want her to feel sorry about a wrong diagnosis." She looked at Dinah, desperate. "Dinah, you can't tell her."

Dinah nodded slowly. "Okay." She saw Normani relax immediately. "But you've got to talk to Lauren. At least try to work this out. It's eating away at you."

Normani huffed before agreeing. "Fine."

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"I saw those hip movements on stage." Lauren wrapped her arms around Camila's waist, hugging her from the back.

"I was hoping you did." Camila hummed.

Lauren chuckled, "I can just see the amount of .gifs that are going to be put on the internet of me so obviously checking you out. That was pretty risky of you."

Camila laughed, resting her arms atop of Lauren's and leaning back into her. "What can I say? You make me pretty risqué." Lauren groaned at Camila's rhyme. "Aren't I hilarious?"

Lauren shrugged. "Something like that. You're more sweaty than anything right now."

Camila scoffed. "Well, excuse me. I was working very hard to get you to look at my ass."

"It worked." Lauren smiled. "Why don't you go to the hotel, let yourself in my room, get all clean, and I'll meet you there with all of our stuff?"

Camila smirked, turning around to face Lauren. "Hmm, I don't know. Spending the night together is a big deal. I mean, we've only been dating for a day."

"Right, yeah. It's weird though, I feel like I've seen you naked a ridiculous amount of times. Ya know, for the amount of time we've been dating." Lauren grinned as Camila nodded, trying to hold in laughter. "But, it's totally fine if you want to take things slow. We can wait." Lauren was enjoying this game they were playing. She ran her hands up and down Camila's sides, stopping to grope her bottom. "I'm sure it won't be too difficult to wait. Not with the long days we spent together, all of the hotel rooms we stay in with beds that look so inviting, oh and—don't even get me started on the bunks. Who wants to have sex in those small, cramped things? It would get really hot, really fast. Not much room to move around in, hot breathing all over our skin." She looked at Camila's flushed face, content with herself. "So, definitely. We can wait."