Made For Each Other ( Camren )

" Part - 2 "

" Camila's Point Of View "

I took a quick Shower. I hurriedly got ready. Suddenly, I heard my phone started ringing.

I look at the Caller ID's name. I smiled at the Name "Dinah".

Well, "Dinah Jane" is my only Best Friend. She is the bestest best friend anyone could ask for !

I received the call . " Hello, D"

"Yo Whassup, Mila?" Dinah asked.

"Nothing, just finished my morning routine. You know what day today is right?" I asked her nervously.

"Of course, I know. Mila, I'm happy for you. By the way,  I have heard your would be Bride is Beautiful af!  You are so gonna get some Hot Ass mila." , Dinah said. I can literally feel her smirking over the phone.

"Dinah!!" , I gasped out loud. I'm sure the whole neighbourhood heard that!

"You know DJ that I'm straight" i replied back.

"You are No fun cheeche. Also, I think everyone is little bit Gay".

I raised my eyebrow.

" Is there something you wanna Tell me?? ",  I asked suspiciously.

I heard her Coughing. Was she nervous?

"uhm..No, I was Just giving you some assurance, Mila". May be there is something good store in for you. May be your future bride is actually a good person. You never know "

"I don't know D. It's just Some kind of a business deal. I'm feeling so cheap about it. But, I can't do anything about it due to my family Condition. I just had to accept their decision. Also, do you know what people say? "Rich people are cold hearted", I let out a long sigh.

" Don't worry , Mila. Not every rich people is the same "

"Camila...! I heard my mom calling me from downstairs probably for breakfast.

" D, I'll call you later.Bye"

"Bye, Mila. You know I'm here for you. Call me If you need me" Dinah sweetly said.

"Awwe cheeche.Thanks." with that I cut that call & went downstairs.

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"Good Morning, Mija"

"Good Morning, Mama". I said before starting to eat my breakfast.

" Eat slowly, Mija. Your foods is not running away." My mother said chuckling.

"I'm just really really hungry" I said with my mouth full of food.

"Sorry, Mija", suddenly my mom said in a sad voice. " We Don't Have another option. I really feel guilty about it" , a tear drop escaped from her eyes. That didn't go unnoticed by me.

I quickly faced her. " No Mama. I understand. Also, It's not your fault. You shouldn't be feeling guilty about it. He is the reason behind it", I said with so much rage in My voice.

" Mija, i hope it will be good for you. I've heard that The Jauregui's are good people " mama tried to sound Calm.

I didn't reply anymore. I just released a long sigh. I quickly finished my breakfast & went in my room.

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Currently, I'm just doing nothing. I'm just staring up at the ceiling.

I feel so "Fucked up" about the whole situation. I honestly want to cry. But, deep down i know, i have to remain strong for my Family.

I slept with all of those thoughts in my head. I fell asleep again shortly after. I mean what else i can do to avoid my problems??

"Camila, Camila!! Mija!!!", I heard my mother nudging my shoulder quickly.

"What ma?" I asked rubbing my eyes!

"They are here " mija", She said smiling.

"Who? Well, nevermind. I think, i know who they are. But, I asked anyway.

"Jauregui's are here. Get ready Perfectly. Then, Come downstairs to meet them. Can Do your Makeup on own Or you need any help?" , Mama inquired excitedly.

"No,Mama. I can get ready my own!" I said declining her offer.

"Ok...Ok ,Mija. Come soon" .

I washed my mouth, brushed my teeth again. I got ready. I decided to wear a simple looking Top & Black jeans.

This doesn't look so bad right?

Then, I put light makeup on my face. That's it. I Don't like makeup that much anyway.

I heard knocking at my door. It aas my mom. I understood what she was trying so Say!

"Mom, 5 minutes more " i said a bit loudly.

"Ok,Mija." Mom whispered & left from there.

I was staring at myself in the mirror.

"Ok, Camila. You Can do it.You Can do it " I kept repeating this in my head.

I went downstairs. I was met up with two bright smiling faces.

"Hello, Camila". Well, This is Probably Mr. jauregui.

"Hi, Sir". I replied politely.

" Oh, Don't call me sir. It makes me feel old. Call me "Mike " Or "Papa J",He said smiling.

"I'm Mike Jauregui & This is My wife Clara jauregui" .

"Hi,Sweety. How are you?",  She asked sweetly.

"I'm fine. Thanks! How about you ma'am?" I asked trying not to sound awkward.

" I'm doing well, sweety. But, Call me Clara", she said smiling towards me.

Then, we talked about a Few more things. I must say they are pretty good people.

Suddenly, my father asked nervously " where Is Lauren?"

"Actually, she's caught up with something really important. You know How much workaholic she is! ",  Clara exclaimed

"Oh! Camila I forgot to tell you. My daughter's Name is " Lauren Jauregui ", Clara Further said.

"Lauren Jauregui" Beautiful name I instantly thought.

"Lauren is 24. Nowaday, she is taking care of my business. She is a very loving person. I'm not just telling you because she is my daughter. But, she is really a good person . I'll not tell you everything about Lauren though.You have to get to Know her by yourself. I'll lend you her number" , Clara said.

I just listened everything. I said nothing back. Clara handed me a Card Lauren's number in it. Then, she has taken my number too.

"I'll give it to Lauren. So that , you guys cann talk to each other over phone", Clara said.

Suddenly, i don't know why but I got shy hearing that.

Then, The follwing afternoon just passed , with the elders just talking to each other. The Jauregui's left our house after having dinner.

That night i slept with a thought or loads thoughts about a certain person In my mind. ". "Lauren Jauregui ".

A.N : I don't do proof reading. So, there can have some mistakes. Feel free to point out them.

P.S : You are beautiful.