Lauren's alarm, set to the sound of by the seaside, rings for 6:30 in the morning. She groans and flips over, falling off the bed but staying wrapped in her blanket. After she mumbles out a few curse words, she stands and stretches out her limbs.
She grabs her phone and heads into the bathroom. Brenda emailed her a schedule for the day, and there's no reason to be up at this hour, but she's got some spare time and so does someone else.
Lauren simply brushes her teeth and washes her face before digging her laptop out from a suitcase that she has yet to unpack. She brings it over to the island in the kitchen and sits on a stool. Cleo would've been running circles around Lauren already, but she had decided to let the pet stay in Miami with her parents for a while while she contemplates some things.
A familiar Skype tone plays as Lauren waits for the call to be answered. It's 2:30 in the afternoon where she's calling.
She yawns as she stands to grab an apple and a knife from a drawer underneath. She lays a napkin down and begins cutting slices.
"Hey," a voice sounds from the other end as the call picks up. The screen shows the headboard of a hotel bed and a minimalist picture of an apple on a canvas above. Lauren chuckles.
"Where are you?" Lauren questions as she eats one slice off of the knife.
She can hear rummaging coming from the opposite end and the opening and closing of suitcase pockets. Footsteps quickly ensue.
"Here," Camila pops up on the screen. She flips the hair out of her face and adjusts the camera and her seat made out of pillows.
"What were you doing?" Lauren asks as she pops another slice into her mouth.
"I was looking for this pair of boots I swore I packed," Camila scopes her room from the height of her bed.
"Why do you need that specific pair?" Lauren turns her apple upside down and cuts it in half to make for easier slicing.
"Why do you ask so many questions," Camila playfully glares.
"Why do you ask so many questions," Lauren mocks, then giggles. She bites a slice in half.
"If you must know, I don't need this specific pair, but I want them because I had an entire outfit planned out in my head. You know what that's like," Camila whines. Lauren quivers her lower lip for comedic effect and Camila rolls her eyes. "Stop making fun of me!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Here, tell me what you have planned and what your other options are and I'll help you," Lauren offers. Camila's expression turns cheery.
"Okay!" she jumps off the bed and out of the frame. "So I have this black, like, sweater and these pants. They roll up, so the point of wanting to wear the boots was so no one would see my mismatched socks."
Lauren shakes her head in amusement. She loves the many tales of Camila and her mismatched socks.
Camila lays every component of the outfit in front of the screen, over her white sheets. Lauren studies them and tilts her head from side to side.
"Yeah, you need those boots," Lauren slices another piece into her mouth.
Camila huffs and falls onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her side profile is the only view Lauren has of her, and she takes the chance to admire it. Her jawline is sharp and her nose has a moderate slope. Her lips are full and glossy-pink. Her bangs fall down the side of her face as she's engulfed in a puddle of hair underneath her. Lauren's teeth grasp another slice.
"What are you up to today?" Lauren inquires.
Camila sits back up and crosses her legs.
"Well, we had some fittings today, and we had rehearsal, and later we're all meeting up at the director's place for dinner," she informs. "You?"
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Fanfiction"She thinks with her luck, of course she'd get stuck in a situation like this. Who knew Camila Cabello likes falafel?" --- It's been over two years since the members of Fifth Harmony went their own ways and even longer since they'd seen Camila. Lau...
