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

~{28}~

It was late at night. Currently almost three thirty in the morning.

Lauren was snuggling up against me in my bunk, her face buried in the crook of my neck.

Usually, me being the insomniac I am, I would wake up around this time every night because I had been thinking about too much.

Believe it or not, even with a beautiful girl laying next to you, a restless mind could still keep you from getting a good night's sleep.

Lauren being there made me feel a bit better, though. Her warmth radiated against me, and I felt completely safe being held against her body.

Though, considering the position we were in, one thing was certainly clear.

I was totally topping. Big spoon, to be more exact, but still.

A smirk broke out on my face. I couldn't help but enjoy the way Lauren was clinging onto me, as though she might die if she ever let go.

However, it was all fun and games until I noticed that the green-eyed goddess began shifting back and forth uncomfortably.

At first I thought she needed to switch her position, since most people do that subconsciously while they sleep, but then I noticed that her face was scrunched up, and she was mumbling something that I didn't quite catch.

It hit me that she was probably having a nightmare.

"Stop.." her voice grew louder, and so this time I could hear what she was saying. "I don't.. why do you hate me..?"

"Lo, baby." I was now hovering over her, shaking her gently. "Wake up. It's just a dream."

I realized that there were literal tears beginning to fall out of her closed eyes.

"You made me ugly.. you made.. you made me.. a monster..."

I tried shaking her a bit harder now. I was beginning to get worried.

After another minute of Lauren mumbling some more sad and depressing shit, I decided that maybe a kiss would wake her.

I mean, it worked in Sleeping Beauty, right? And Lauren was pretty fucking beautiful, even in her sleep, so naturally I just figured—

You know what? Never mind. This is a story. People don't have to explain themselves in stories.

I leaned down and placed my lips against Lauren's, feeling their softness as I immediately deepened it.

After a few moments, I knew she was awake by the way she was kissing me back, and eventually I pulled away to see her staring at me with wide eyes.

"Camz.. what just happened?"

"You had a nightmare." I told her. "And I tried waking you up, but it didn't work so I just kissed you. What were you dreaming about that got you so riled up?"

She looked away. There was pain in her eyes.

"It was nothing. We all get nightmares sometimes."

I didn't believe that for a second, but I also didn't want to pry.

"Why are you up so late?" Lauren asked. "Usually you're a deep sleeper, so I don't think I could've been the one to keep you up."

I shrugged. "Sometimes my mind is too worked up. I'm thinking about too many things, and it prevents me from shutting down so that I can get sleep."

Lauren pulled me down so that we were now laying sideways on our pillows and facing each other.

She held out a hand and began delicately stroking my hair.