Cold-Blooded

Retracing Old Memories

Camila's POV

"They are right here!" I pull out a box from my closet.

"Did you really keep everything?" Lauren chuckles.

"Why wouldn't I?" I set the box on my bed.

"Cause you hated me."

I sigh, "I didn't hate you, Lauren. I was just disappointed."

Lauren wraps her arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder. "Biggest mistake of my life," She whispers.

I look down at the old polaroids, pictures, letters. I pick up a polaroid and smile, "We were so silly."

Lauren takes the polaroid and smiles. "You always brought that side of me," She whispers. Lauren kisses my shoulder hiding her face in the crook of my neck. "That was the most that I missed about you. You always made me feel young, free, and alive."

"Lucy didn't do that?" I whispered.

"Not like you."

I don't respond and Lauren pulls away from me. I turn around to see that she's staring blankly at the floor. "What's wrong?" I touched her shoulder.

She locks eyes with me, "Now that I'm thinking of it, Lucy never made me happy, at least not the way you did."

"We're you happy in the relationship?" I bite my lower lip not really wanting to know her answer.

"Sometimes yes, sometimes not."

"Why 'sometimes not'?" I lift her chin up.

"She got pissed at me for no damn reason. I guess she was in a way over-possessive," Lauren mumbles.

I cup her cheek and rest our foreheads together. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

"It's okay," She places her warm hand above mine.

I turn back to the box and pull out two polaroids of Lauren. "Remember when I called you my cookie monster?" A smile forms on my lips.

"Cause I always snuck out to eat cookies. Yeah," She chuckles.

"Do you still?"

"Never stopped," Lauren sits down on my bed. She pulls me onto her lap making me straddle her.

"You always will be my cookie monster," I whisper.

"Why would I stop?" She whispers.

"You won't."

Lauren leans forward pressing our lips in a tender kiss. I hear a soft knock on my door. It opens and Gerald leans against the door frame.

"Cute," He smiles.

I blush and get off Lauren's lap. "What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," He trails off.

I place a hand on his chest and lean my head on it. "Stop worrying," I whisper.

"I'm your older brother. I always worry," He lays his head on top of mine. Gerald stays quiet and I lift my gaze to see him glaring at Lauren.

I step back from him and move his gaze to look at me. "She won't hurt me. Not again," My thumb strokes his cheek.

"I have my eye on her. She hurts you it's her funeral," He pulls me into an embrace. Once we pull away he finally leaves me and Lauren alone.

"He hates me huh?" Lauren stands up.

"He... He doesn't hate you. Just disappointed in you."

"Are you saying that just to assure me?" She chuckles.

"No? Maybe?" I giggle.

Lauren grabs me and throws me on top of the bed. I laugh and she hoists herself up. "I love you beautiful!" She smiles.

"I love you too Lauren."