The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 64

In the midst of insomnia, thoughts came to her in fragments: shards of broken glass scattered across the floor ... soft lips moving against her own ... the knock at the door.

Lauren opened her eyes and stared at the bedroom window. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, casting vague shadows on the floor. She stared at them for a while, focusing on the undecipherable patterns that invaded her carpet. She listened to the silence, trying to make out other signs of life.

But all was quiet in her penthouse apartment. The rest of the world was nonexistent from her throne. It was in those moments when nothing felt real.

How had she gotten there? How was any of this hers?

At twenty-three she had accomplished more things than most people did in a lifetime. At least, that's what she'd always told herself. Now she wasn't so sure. What was an accomplishment, anyway?

She thought of James, the homeless man she had encountered on the street all of those months ago. Surviving for him was more of an accomplishment than anything Lauren had ever done.

"I'm going to be rich and famous one day," Lauren had told her grandmother one day.

It was the first of many times.

Her grandmother had been silent for a long time, then had said, "And why is that so important to you, Laura ? What are you going to do with all that fame and all of that money?"

What indeed.

The phone rang, bringing her introspection to an end. "Hello?" she answered. "Did I wake you?" Lauren smiled at the sound of her voice. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted. "Me neither," Camila said after a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Excessive thinking. You?"

"Same."

"Anthony?" Lauren guessed.

"Partly, but other things, too," Camila told her. "I'm just tired of thinking. I thought I'd call and bother you."

"You're so thoughtful," Lauren joked. "I was thinking of getting furniture today."

"That's what kept you up all night?"
Lauren laughed. "Yes, this is a huge step for me." She paused. "Do you want to come with me? I hate shopping alone."

"I don't know, what's in it for me?" Lauren grinned. "I'll think of something."

"Oooh, a surprise. I'm in. When are we going?"

"I'll drop by your apartment at one. Sound good?"

"It's a date, Miss Jauregui . See you then."

Smiling, Lauren said, "Bye." She hung up the phone and set her alarm for 11:30. That would give her enough time to get ready.

Yawning, Lauren drew the covers over her head and closed her eyes.

Camila had somehow forgotten a very important piece of information: Lauren was Lauren Jauregui. Thankfully, the people of New York did a wonderful job of reminding her. Everywhere they went someone would stop them to ask for Lauren's autograph. Some asked the actress for a picture. Others assumed that Camila was someone important too, and asked for her autograph as well. And who was she to deny them?

"Look at that, famous by association," Camila joked once a swarm of people had left them alone. "Can I have your autograph, too?" Lauren teased.

"Sure, got a pen? I'll sign your forehead." Camila smiled at the actress as they walked. "Does that get annoying after a while?"

"Getting my forehead signed?"