Camren one shots

Unexpected

Camila's POV

"Karla!" My mom shouted for the third time. "The Jauregui's will be here for dinner in about 10 minutes!" I knew she was getting annoyed with me because I'd just been lying in bed all day. Truth is...I hated their daughter...Lauren Jauregui. She always laughed at me at school, pushed me over, threw stuff at me and basically just made my life hell. At first I thought it was because I was an out and proud Bisexual, but then I found out she was aswel, so I don't know why she hates me. But I couldn't tell my mom and dad this because they'd been best friends with Clara and Mike for a long time.

I threw on my Ed Sheeran hoody, my high waisted jeans, and my old converse, and made my way downstairs. "Really Karla? Those shoes? It looks like you've stole them out of the garbage truck." My mom said while she was rushing around the kitchen, making sure everything looked okay. "Mom! They're the only shoes I have." I said, shaking my head at the way my mom was acting. "Mom! Can you calm down? You're having dinner with your friends...not Obama." I said, annoyed at how serious she was acting. "Honey, don't talk to your mother like that. Can you go and get your sister from her room?" My dad asked. I walked to the bottom of the stairs. "SOFI! YOU HAVE TO COME DOWNSTAIRS!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "I asked you to go up and get her, if I wanted you to do that I could have have done it myself." My dad told me as my little sister jumped off the bottom step of the stairs. Before anymore arguments could happen there was a knock at the door. And let the torture begin.

"Hello!" Clara said as her and my mom hugged, my Dad and Mike shaking hands instead. "This is our oldest daughter Camila, and our youngest Sofia." My dad said pointing at us. "Hello Camila, Sofia nice to meet you both." Clara said, giving me a friendly smile. "You too." I said in almost a whisper, returning the smile.

"This is our son Chris, and our daughter Lauren." Mike said. This whole time id been avoiding any contact with Lauren, and the second I look at her, she's already staring at me, which caused us to make eye contact. Which might I add, was very awkward. "So let's get to dinner!" My dad said, interrupting mine and Lauren's little stare off, as everyone followed my dad to the kitchen.

I sat down and pulled out my phone texting my best friend Dinah, until someone rudely interrupted.

"Hey Camila." Lauren said shyly.

Lauren? Shy? "Really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. "What?" She asked, looking confused. "All the seats around the table and you chose to sit next to me?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Well...I just want to explain some stuff to you." She said leaning in closer to me. "Well I think you should start explaining! I'm surprised you haven't punched me yet." I challenged, getting equally as close to her, our faces now mere centimetres appart. I looked into her eyes and for some reason I couldn't look away. They were this mesmerising, pool of emerald...stunning. I pulled away quickly before anything else started going through my mind. I looked around the table quickly making sure nobody had seen the interaction, luckily everyone was busy in their own conversations with eachother.

"I know-I know I shouldn't have dropped that on you like that Im sorry-" Lauren started rambling. Shit-I was too bust staring into her stupid, amazingly perfect eyes and I didn't even hear what she said. "I-I'm sorry what? I didn't hear you." I said looking away awkwardly. "You're kidding?" Lauren said with such an attitude. "Wow attitude problems much?" I said moving my food around with my fork awkwardly. "Sorry. Sorry-it's just what I said-I just poured my heart out to you and you weren't even listening?" She questioned. "Well it's not my fault you have such nice eyes!" I snapped, instantly covering my mouth with my hands. I expected her to laugh in my face, but instead her cheeks went red and she was smiling, a genuinely happy smile. Okay, who was this and what have they done with the Lauren Jauregui I know?