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

~{11}~

"I hope you like it here." Lauren said to me. "It's gonna take a lot of getting used to, but I think you'll find the crowdedness of LA to be familiar in a way. It's similar to New York City in that aspect."

I smiled at her. "Yeah, I think I'll be just fine."

Lauren led me to my room, which was as big as I expected it to be, and was now helping me unpack.

"My best friend Ally is going to be over soon to also help out with stuff." The green eyed girl told me. "She's been wanting to meet you. I've kinda told her all about you already."

I secretly blushed at the thought of Lauren talking about me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I was usually very calm and collected, but Lauren managed to have the exact opposite effect on me.

I'd found myself in these situations of wanting more than the friendship we already had.

But I couldn't love her. There's no way it would last.

I couldn't do that to her. Not if...

Not if I wasn't going to make it.

So what if, by any chance, Lauren liked me back? Then what?

I cursed at myself under my breath. Why would I even assume that Lauren would be interested in me like that?

I already knew she had an attraction towards girls, that hit mainstream news in an instant, but I felt like I was definitely not the type for her.

But what if I was? That's what I couldn't stop thinking about.

These thoughts inside my head.. they were too much to handle.

Lauren's POV

I couldn't handle it. I couldn't help myself.

My heart was already broken by the first girl I allowed myself to love, and yet I found myself wanting to love again.

I couldn't even stop myself from staring at Camila's lips half the time. I wanted nothing more than to kiss them. Just once.

These feelings overtook me by surprise. I didn't even see them coming. How could I have even expected this?

"You're aloud to keep maybe two bottles of alcohol in this house, Lo." Camila's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "I told you I was gonna help you, and I figured the best way to do that is to gradually get you to drink smaller and smaller quantities. It's gonna be hard to just stop entirely."

"That's smart." I replied. "I can manage that."

"Good." She said, and stood up from where she was sitting. "I think my room is done, so thanks for the help."

We had managed to move all of her musical equipment into the room, and I also helped her unpack some personal belongings as well.

There was one tiny bag in her suitcase that she didn't let me help her with, but I just assumed that it was because it was small enough for her to handle on her own.

But then I watched as she stuck it inside one of the drawers of her dresser without bothering to open it, and that's what peaked my curiosity.

"It's no problem." I said. "I had nothing better to do, anyway."

"Oh really?" Camila smirked, stepping closer to me. "What happened to those five suitcases full of shit you were carrying?"

"I'm lazy as hell." I told her. "Can't help that it probably won't be unpacked for like a week."