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

~{29}~

"Thank you for a great night, South Carolina! I love you with all of my heart!"

My fans cheered in reply, and I laughed with utmost glee at how passionate they were.

A few shows had already passed since we were in Florida. Next stop was North Carolina.

Some girl tossed her bra up at me, and I watched as it fell to my feet.

I bent down to pick it up, because why the hell not, and I held it up for the whole crowd to see.

"Whoever just threw that, I hope you have another bra because I don't think you're gonna get this back." I announced with a grin. "Alright, I'm outta here. I guess that means I'm taking this thing with me!"

I held the bra close to my chest and took a bow towards the audience. With that, I made my exit off stage.

"Don't tell me you're actually keeping that." Normani remarked as soon as I had entered backstage.

"What?" I smirked. "It's a great momentum for a lovely night, is it not?"

Camila walked up behind me, snatched the bra from my hands, and tossed it into a nearby garbage can.

"Hey! I wanted to—!"

"You can keep one of my bras instead." Camila whispered into my ear with a chuckle. "I'm sure you'd rather that, anyway."

I shivered at feeling her warm breath against my ear, but managed to keep my composure.

"You're cute when you get jealous." I said while booping her nose.

"Alright, alright." Normani butted in. "Save the love fest for the bus."

I cocked an eyebrow at my manager. "I'm sure you and Dinah would be acting the same in our shoes."

She visibly blushed and turned away from the two of us.

"Dinah and I aren't a thing."

"Mhm. Right." I narrowed my eyes. "That's like saying Camila and I aren't super gay and in love with each other."

Normani met my gaze once again. "Dinah and I haven't seen each other in a while. How do you expect us to be dating?"

"You literally FaceTime every night." Camila added. "Don't think we don't hear you two conversating. Sounds like you're really hitting it off."

"W-Whatever." Normani folded her arms. "Think what you want of it."

Camila and I mischievously smirked at each other.

"Help us clean up. The faster we're done, the faster we can get out of here and get some sleep." Normani explained.

We both nodded and followed her around, deciding that sleep sounded pretty good right in that moment.

~

"Lauren?"

I groaned sleepily, opening my eyes slightly at hearing my name.

"Camz?" I said, noticing that it was her. "Why are you still up? What time is it?"

She looked at me worriedly. It was an expression I'd seen many times before.

If only she'd talk to me...

Camila's POV:

I can't talk to her.

I don't know why, I just can't find the words to explain any of what I'm feeling.