This Ain't a Fairytale ➳ caмʀҽŋ au

iv - both fantasy and reality.

After a minute or two, your souls lay there blissfully- sitting at the white cobble stone bench at Camila's terrace. The applause from people's commotion on cars and enthusiastic bids, mixes with the contented sighs pouring from the two of you.

She wants you to understand that the thing about love is not always the big reason you fall for them in the first place. And as of now, the first thought that comes to your mind is that first love (or love in general) can make you go crazy and do crazy shit. (And by crazy shit you mean is marriage.)

You hold the idea for too long. You have an actual thought about this before and to be honest you form a plan- for it to be more than a runaway but a start over again. A crazy mission of some sort that you've sorted out while having a series of daydreams, conjured up on those sappy heads of your's.

And boy it did work-out all along. The truth is, you've been planning this for months now. (After both of your graduation) You've made-up a way for you and Camila to meet every weekend for the past couple of months.

You realized that all this time, your plan (secret rendezvous) plays out well because she always works with you out. She meets your efforts half way there as she holds you closer, saying she's afraid but loves you anyway.

Now all you have to do is meet her again, not half-way there but this time -all the way through -Your joined footsteps walking together with the rest of your dreams, love and your soul with her.

You feel Camila breathe in and breathe out, you thought she's asleep but she sighs, inhaling more of your scent. Strong gust of wind blew against your cheek, whistling through the night. You wish you can hear it giving you advice, but it drowns out by the rest of your heart's loud beating.

You know this is still the same night of secret meetings you have with her, but somehow you're more nervous than ever before. You rub your index finger under your chin. Filling your head with scenarios about how you would vocalize it to Camila.

She beats you in silence.

"I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..." Camila plays with the silver piexe of promise ring she gave you on your birthday. Her fingers idly massaging the inside of your palms then snaps her head up to look at you, gauging your reaction.

Your head tilts to her side as her words trail off in comforting slience. And the rest of what you hear is how her voice fills you with warmth from her admission. Your gaze darts to her eyes, you forgot what you're about to say.

Hmmm?...

"Yeah. It's like... the first year we have together, my mind has these thought of kissing you Laur. I have been... God... "- I'm never gonna hear the end of this." She whispers the last part, more to herself. You smile teasing her, but she only rolls her eyes at you continuing her story.

"I wanted to be your girl... since the first time you ran across that football field, carrying me all the way to the nurse's office - bridal style-, when Shawn dumbass almost puts me in a coma."

She laughs lightheartedly, the sound vibrating from her ribcage. You place your hand on her waist, spooning her.

You did remember it clearly, how could you not though!? It's the first time you saw the brunette. You didn't know her name back then but you remember a girl shouting the name of Shawn Mendes at the bleachers. Then a few second later knockdown from the sides, a few feet away from where you sat, watching the men's baseball practice. She was a klutz and stupid enough to catch the practice ball with a speed ranging of 30 miles per hour ball that hit her straight in the head.

Maybe that ball was a sign, you don't know why but from that moment on, her attention during practice instantly shifted from Shawn to you - unknown Lauren Jauregui, in an instant.

"OH MY GOD I DO remember that!" You burst out laughing.

"You- at the nurse's office - crying in pain and saying that you're Karla,the fairy ... and then asking me if I was Peter Pan?!!! "

You burst out laughing even more, wiping a tear at the sides.

"Hey don't laugh"

"That's so funny Camz."

"Camz ... Wow, it's been so long since you called me that." She gives you a nostalgic smile.

"But I thought you preferred babe?"

"Hmmm Yes. Yes I do."

With your heart beating overcoming your brain, you say to her next-

"Hmmm. In that case, Camz I think we should really thank Shawn and invite him to our wedding."

You froze Oh my gOd! THERE - NOW YOU SAID IT JAUREGUI!!! YOURE SO DUMB, YOU KNOW SHE'S EMOTIONAL MINUTES AGO AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN BROUGHT UP THE DETAILS OF THIS SO CALLED FORCE MARRIAGE AND -THAT'S SMOOTH THOUGH -BUT YOU HAVE TO THINK OF THE CONSE-

She squezes your hands halting you from your internal monologue.

"Are you really asking for my hand in marriage right now Jauregui?"

"Because you know, I would definitely say yes" she adds when you didn't speak right away.

You took a moment to process, but when you do - it took a lot restraint for you not to shout at the top of your lungs from that balcony.

Your eyes elicits joy, the unshed tears building up, threatening to fall because of the younger Latina's sincerrity.

You like many versions of Camila and to be honest you like her the first time when she went to your own classroom asking for your name, to personally thank you. Although the school policy prohibited the higher-rank family to interact with your class, she made you her special exception.

The humble version of Camila you saw that day, that timid girl with her precious crooked smile aimed at you. How she asks for your name, and says your name, Lauren almost in a whisper. And so you gave her a nickname from that day.

It's not your fault they cannot see your own world, but it's up to you to let them see it. You wonder why you're so lucky. Her value is worth more than a thousand precious stones, a thousand dollar bag, a million worth of car - And is of higher value than her billion dollar last name. You'll never trade Camila for any other. Having a lifetime of secret meetings with Camila is better not seeing her at all.

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