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

~{35}~

A month passed. The PR relationship began.

Camila over time seemed to accept it. It didn't seem to bother her much, but it definitely bothered me.

Shawn had tweeted out a picture of him and Camila walking together with their hands intertwined.

Camila tweeted an individual, but obvious response to this saying, "The best things always come to us when we least expect them."

We were still together, of course, but my patience was wearing thin. I tried not to be angry with Camila since it really wasn't her fault, however I couldn't ignore the fact that it felt like she was enjoying this all, even if I knew that wasn't true.

Needless to say, I was horrible at voicing this.

Camila didn't notice either.

Well, actually, one day she finally did.

"Hey, babe." Camila greeted as she walked into the kitchen. "I'm back. Normani kept me at the studio for a bit longer than usual, but the good news is we've finished another song for the album."

"That's great." I replied from my seat on the couch.

Camila walked over and took a seat next to me.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "I dunno if I'm reading into it too much, but lately you've seemed... depressed."

Since the opportunity was clear to see, I took it and allowed myself to go off.

"No. No, I'm not okay." I laughed dryly. "I've been trying to keep my chill with this whole PR nonsense, but it's really starting to annoy me. Like a lot. I know it's fake, I know, but seeing you and him holding hands, hugging, and acting all lovey dovey is quite honestly, making me jealous. We can't even go on dates anymore because we have to hide the truth. I just..."

I sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm being dumb."

Camila seemed taken aback for a moment, but ultimately unfazed by my concerns.

"You know it isn't real Lauren." She said. "And I'll continue to tell you it isn't. I don't want him, I want you. The only reason I'm doing this is because Normani convinced me with all of the benefits. I was mad at her at first too, but I mean, celebrities do this kinda stuff all the time. It's not that big of a deal."

I frowned. She didn't really seem to understand where I was coming from.

"Just forget it." I replied. "Forget I even said anything. I'm going upstairs."

As soon as I got up to leave, I was quickly pinned against the living room wall.

I looked down at my girlfriend, who now wore a more lustful look.

"When I said I want you and only you, I meant it." She whispered. "No one could ever replace you, babe."

I turned away from her gaze, not allowing myself to give in. This was my time to be angry. To make her realize that I was sick and tired of people trying to control our lives.

"Camz, let me go."

"You're hot when you get mad." She answered.

"Is that why you seem so horny all of a sudden?"

"Dunno. All this PR talk is making me sick, too. I really should be focusing on you, shouldn't I?"

"Just leave me alone. Whether it makes you sick or not, you've made it evident that it doesn't bother you as much as it bothers me."

Camila leaned into me further, taking my arms and pinning them above my head.

"Camila, what did I just—?"