The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 44

Camila finished reading the last words on the last page of the script to Summer's End. "Wow," she whispered, debating whether or not to read it over again. Being that the movie was due to start filming the following morning, Camila decided it was about time she read the full script. She'd helped Dinah rehearse some of the scenes, but they hadn't really helped her understand the full story.

She glanced down at the plain cover, wondering what it would be like to see Lauren Jauregui in the role of Lena. Camila had pictured Lauren as Lena all the way through. It was hard not to.

She took a deep breath and put the script away. The clock on her alarm announced that it was almost one in the morning. Camila could make out the muffled mutterings of the television emanating from the living room. "Guess she can't sleep," she realized, rising from her bed.

She made sure to take the script with her as she walked out of the room.

Dinah was channel surfing as usual, but there was distinct look of worry on her face. Camila approached cautiously and sat down beside her friend. "Nervous?" she asked.

"Terrified," Dinah confirmed, momentarily pausing in the rhythm of the button-pushing. She took notice of the script in Camila's hand. "Did you read it?"

"This is going to be a really good movie," Camila admitted. "I didn't think it was so ... powerful." Dinah nodded. "I thought the same thing when I first read it. I still can't believe I'm going to be in it."
Camila smiled. "You deserve it," she said honestly. "I've always had faith in you."

"Even when I was doing those awful plays?" Dinah asked with a grin. "Even then," Camila assured her.

Dinah simply smiled, her gaze on the television screen.

Camila allowed the companionable silence to fall between them and turned her attention to the TV. Dinah didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular, and Camila didn't really mind. She just wanted to be there in case Dinah wanted to talk about anything.

A moment later, Dinah handed Camila the remote. "I should probably go to sleep," she announced. "I doubt I'll manage it, but I should at least try."

Accepting the object, Camila nodded. "Sweet dreams." She watched as Dinah walked into her bedroom and closed the door. With nothing else to do, Camila started flipping through the channels. She felt anxious and she wasn't entirely sure why. Or maybe it wasn't anxiety at all ... it was something else.

She was so happy and proud of Dinah .

Still, there was an underlying feeling of worry that clouded her happiness. They had always discussed what would happen if one or the other became famous, and now that Dinah's dreams were so near fruition, Camila worried that she was about to lose her best friend forever. She had tried to explain her feelings to Anthony, but he'd told her she was being silly; that Dinah would always be there for her.

Would she? Camila wasn't so sure anymore. The thought scared her ... terrifired her. She had the uneasy feeling that after tomorrow, everything would change. What bothered her most was not knowing if things were about to change for the better, or the worse.

Maybe both.

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Lauren found herself walking through the streets of New York that same night. Her new apartment offered little comfort. It felt cold; empty. A lot of things had felt that way lately.

She'd resummed her emailing sessions with Camila . Occasionally, there was even an email devoid of Anthony-praises.

Lauren treasured those. Clung to them for hope. False hope, but hope nonetheless.

People passed her as she walked. She didn't notice them, and they didn't notice her. Solitude shielded her identity.

Although she'd dressed down, she hadn't made an effort to disguise herself. It didn't matter anymore.

Unconsciously – or perhaps consciously, if she admitted the truth to herself – she made it to the last place she'd expected to end up that night. With a strange mixture of sadness and curiousity, she stared up at the drab-looking building. It was such a sharp contrast to her own.

She couldn't imagine living Camila's life. It was as foreign to her as hers was to Camila.

This would never work, she realized sadly. Love was not enough to close the gap between their worlds.

Yet, Lauren couldn't leave. Not yet.

She leaned against the wall of a building across the street from Camila's . A tune from My Fair Lady suddenly emerged from her subconscious. How did it go? Oh, the towering feeling ... just to know somehow you are near ... the overpowering feeling ... that any second you may suddenly appear ... people stop and stare, they don't bother me, for there is nowhere else on earth that I would rather be ... Let the time go by, I won't care if I can be here on the street where you live ...

Lauren nodded to herself, now certain that she had lost her mind.

She stared up at the row of windows, wondering which, if any, belonged to Camila's apartment. It would be so easy to appear at Camila's doorstep. It would be so easy to admit the truth.

Sighing, she forced herself away from the wall behind her. With one last glance at Camila's building, she started toward her own.