Camren One Shots

don't tell

A/N: this is my first go at a laucy conversion. i changed the hell out of this one. i hope you enjoy this though, sorry for those of you who hate me for this. i just don't feel comfortable writing about camren.

the same words kept repeating themselves in my head.

don't tell her.
don't tell her.
you'll ruin everything.
don't tell her.

But there's no way she hadn't picked up on the less than subtle glances and the ever-so-apparent staring.

You have to tell her how you feel.
Lucia Vives don't you dare jeopardize such a beautiful friendship.

I despised myself for being so painfully obvious.

Lauren had been my best friend for years. We had grown together, learned together, loved together. Though I could never be certain if the love she grew for me was even a fraction of the abundance of love I had acquired for her.

She loved me, there was no doubting that. My biggest worry was that she could never love me the way I wish she would. I want more than anything for her love for me to be the kind that puts the stars in the sky.

Lauren was always very reserved. She was never an open book. Yet, she opened her pages for me and I still sit, evaluating, as if the words were a foreign language.

All of the times her kisses on the cheek lingered, her lips dangerously close to the corner of my mouth, those have to mean something. Or perhaps the nights we would spend together, sharing the same bed, when I would wake up with an arm draped around my waist and steady breathing on the back of my neck. It all had to mean something.

I've always had a tendency to overthink things and read into things. And that's what frightened me the most.

I was terrified of my own feelings and mortified at the possibility of their unrequited intensity.

I pulled out my journal and began scribbling furiously across the lined stationary.

September 15
I can't seem to make up my mind. I want so badly to tell Lauren the truth but I fear rejection. I fear rejection, I fear my emotions, I fear myself. I'm a coward. But sometimes I need to be brave and this isn't something I can bite back any longer. For years I have held my tongue and it becomes so difficult when I see her brilliant smile or observe her inelegance. She has such a beautiful mind it's impossible not to fall in love with her. Maybe it makes me weak, but I don't think I mind. I fell in love with my best friend. And today's the day I face it.

Sweaty palms and shaky knees brought me to the doorstep of Lauren's house. I took a few calming breaths, knowing that as soon as the door was opened, I would forget how to use my lungs, and even my brain for that matter.

My hand visibly shook when I knocked on the door. Three staccato raps. Ten seconds. One doorknob being turned. Two green eyes staring back at me.

My breath hitched in my throat.
She looked surprised to see me.

"Lucy? Is everything alright?" She asked, concerned, obviously noticing my distressed state of being.

"I'm in love with you."

Three seconds. One smile. Two words.

"I know."

She tugged my hand and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us.

"What do you mean you know?"

"Luce, you made it kinda obvious. And you talk in your sleep sometimes."

A blush crept up my cheeks. I knew I had a sleep talking problem, but I never knew that I talked about Lauren. I should have predicted it, however; the stunning Cuban does occupy most of my dreams.

Before I had a chance to make any sort of excuse or coherent thought, Lauren had me backed up against the closed door.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"We have a lot to catch up on," she smirked,her face inching forward until i felt her breath on my lips, "don't you think?"

I nodded and leaned forward, bringing our lips together in a long overdue kiss because, although we just saw each other the previous day, we really did have a lot to catch up on.

Our lips met feverishly, holding so much passion and long pent up frustration.

Yet, it was the most tender and slow burning kiss.

So many mixed emotions translated through our kisses, communicating in a way so powerful, a way words would do no justice.

Two pairs of lips. Three years of pent up emotion. Two tongues. Two minutes. One kiss.

We pulled back gasping for air.

"Wow," I gasped, "So I guess you love me too?"

She chuckled, "How can someone so incredibly intelligent be so oblivious."

She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, having a direct effect on my heart rate.

"I love you, Lucia Vives," she whispered.

I had never been so happy in my entire life.