It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

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"LA can be really hectic, so that's why you've gotta stick by me at all times when we're going places. I've got security up the wazoo, you feel me?"

There was only one week left until we were supposed to go back to LA, and I was as nervous as anything.

We were currently out at a café in the city, and by this time Lauren didn't even care to keep her identity a secret.

About a month ago, she was figured out by a bunch of fans who basically scoped out her location and told the whole rest of the internet where she was.

Her reaction to this? It was very blunt.

She told me, and I'm giving you her exact words here, "Whatever rocks their boat."

To which I had to reply, "It's whatever floats their boat, but okay."

Anyways, excuse my getting off track. Basically at this point Lauren was giving me one last lecture about what to do once we were there in LA.

While I was very anxious, I was also excited to say the least.

Lauren told me that she'd been getting me a few gigs at a couple restaurants and clubs that were owned by people she was friendly with, and for this I was extremely grateful.

Slowly, my far fetched dream of being cured of my sickle cell became not-so far fetched.

Although, it was still a long while away.

I also talked over the phone to my father and Sofi to tell them about the news that I was moving to pursue an opportunity, to which they seemed very pleased that I was finally going to do something with my life.

I wouldn't blame them for thinking that way either.

My father made sure that I had my medications prepared and ready to go, which I knew he was going to be concerned about it since that's what fathers do. Good ones, at least.

It goes without mentioning that I tried to leave the whole I-randomly-met-a-celebrity-who-for-some-reason-likes-my-music part out as best as I could.

I hated when people asked me too many questions, and I could already tell that my father would have been asking plenty.

Besides all of that, everything seemed to be going smoothly, and there really was no backing down now.

"Do you get stormed by people very frequently?" I couldn't help but ask the green-eyed girl.

I was kinda curious, since she made herself sound like the absolute shit at times.

Lauren shrugged. "It doesn't happen too often. Most of the time, I get calm fans that ask for an autograph or a picture here and there. No biggie. Sometimes, I come across people that are just a bit too crazy and intrusive for my liking."

Honestly, I expected her to say something like that.

Normally, a person like me would keep their mouth shut in awkward situations, but I felt like Lauren would probably always speak her mind whether she was denying something or confirming it.

She definitely didn't like to be defined by other people, I could tell you that much.

"Oh, by the way," Lauren suddenly spoke once again. "I forgot to tell you."

I cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"Normani called and said you can stay with me in the private place that I own. She thinks that the more we get to know each other, the better."

My eyes lit up curiously.

"Oh." I replied. "That's cool."

I mean, I had no complaints. There was not an ounce of me that would mind living with her for however long I was going to.