Camren One Shots

What I need

A/N: LADIES AND LADS: IF YOU AIN'T SCREAMING BLACK LIVES MATTER FROM THE ROOFTOPS AND YOUR SOCIALS what the fuck are you doing? Are you signing petitions? Donating? Supporting black artists/musicians/actors/directors? NOW ISN'T THE TIME FOR BEING SILENT.

It's PRIDE month. Pride is about EVERYONE. It's a time of UNITY. I know this is a distressing time for many, and you may come to my fics for escape but this shit is fucking IMPORTANT, and I couldn't post this without saying something.

So if you're out protesting, take care and do your safety research before you join the fray. I hate the cesspool of Twitter but it's got a shit tonne of valid information on how to protect against the cops. 

If you're staying indoors because there is still a pandemic going on, think about signing some petitions or sharing links and art supporting the movement. Show that you are NOT going to let this slide past without something changing.

I understand I will never understand. However, I stand. STAY SAFE, STAY CAREFUL and BLACK LIVES MATTER.

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Request from @my_little_panda on Wattpad: Can you do a part 2? [Done For Me]

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Camila was a little surprised when she got the call, she'd been sulking in her apartment for the past three months.

You see, she hadn't seen or even heard from Lauren since their night of awesomeness as Dinah called it.

Not a phone call or a text. Camila was telling herself it was due to Lauren's tour starting back up the following day but there was that small doubtful part that told her Lauren just wasn't that into her.

That of course was reinforced by their initial fuck up of a first date prior to the Charlie Puth video.

She'd been prepared to binge Netflix until life got back on track when Dinah called, effectively putting her life back on track.

"I've got you a job."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Trust me, you'll like this one."

Camila couldn't even say goodbye before Dinah had hung up.

"Rude." Camila muttered as an email came through with the job details all laid out. Camila narrowed her eyes at it and sighed.

It was a Hayley Kiyoko video. She loved the girl dearly and the two had been friends for a while but Camila was too sulky to feel really excited for the shoot. Apparently, Hayley wanted her to take her place in a video.

Camila groaned but accepted it anyway. Maybe it'd take her mind off of Lauren.

At least that was what she hoped until she saw the start date; it was the day Lauren was supposed to get back into town from her tour. Her one last scrap of hope that she'd see Lauren again was obliterated.

Camila closed her eyes and turned on the TV, preparing for a very uneventful week until filming started.

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Camila yawned as the taxi pulled up to the location Hayley had texted her.

"Hey Mila!" Camila waved at Hayley as she stepped out of the cab. Camila waved back and shouldered her bag. She wandered over and smiled sleepily.

"Why are we up so early?"

"We've got like three days to film this Mila." Hayley grinned, a large coffee cup in her hand.

"Naturally," Camila yawned, "you didn't mention which song this was for."

"What I need." Hayley replied as someone showed her a tablet.