( completed ) She'd been providing for herself since the age of fourteen when her parents had died tragically in a car accident. But now, two years later at the age of sixteen, she finally has a place to call home. Camila was shy. Very, extremely, inevitably, shy. She didn't answer the door when there was a knock or barely responds when spoken to and the only personal information that Lauren knew about her was that she adored books. The Jauregui's had a few problems themselves but Camila was no harm and kept to herself. Yeah... that's not what quite happens. | some gentle reminders | - i don't own this story - it is simply a conversion from a stydia fanfiction that i read when i was 11 - full credit goes to @/stydiaHAShappened [she's the og] - trashy story cover by me

"- Voy a morir -Acepté con tristeza-. Ellas van a morir -Continué. Y jamás había sentido peor nudo en mi garganta que aquel cuando finalmente dije: - Tú vas a morir"

Trigger Warning - Talk of Eating Disorders ➸ "But Lauren knew. Camila needed someone to fight for her, and that’s what she intended on doing. If Camila came running at her with her fist raised, Lauren wouldn’t push her away. She would just hug her until Camila stopped punching her." Highest Rank: #33 in Fanfiction