Lauren is the girl who thinks her life is as good as over. Camila is the girl who believes her life has truly just begun. What happens when they walk into each other's life? The two discover for themselves what it really means to live, to love, to feel joy and sorrow and to make the most out of life in a monotonous city. This isn't your typical sick!fic. TRIGGER WARNING: depression, anxiety, attempted suicide, alcohol, drugs //cover by me//

"What happen" I barley say. "I don't know" Dinah says surprised. "What do you mean you don't know. Why would you risk your life saving mines" I say annoyed. She looks off guard and then laugh. "No I'm not dumb enough to jump after your ass. Mila I love you but I love life much more. All I know is right after you jumped, someone jumped in after you and somehow got you out. When I got down there the proper way, you were wrapped up in a blankets and the person guy or girl was gone" she says and I look to see I'm in Dinahs clothes and warmed up. "Don't scare me like that ever again" she says and I smile. "The chances of us surviving were low like 0% low" I say surprised. "Maybe this is a sign from big G that your time isn't up yet" she says with a wink and walks out. My phone rings and I get an unknown text. Life isn't to be played with ms Cabello. Please stay out of the waterfall for both our sake ~Unknown Why did you save me~Camila

"Aesthetic relativism is the idea that beauty is relative to an individual's taste or preferences and that beauty is not one universal thing but, in fact, endless things to infinite people." She craned her neck to look at me. "You, Camila Cabello, are my definition of beauty and from about a week ago to the rest of my life, the beauty I see in everything and everyone will all be relative to you." RANK: #19 in Fanfiction COVER BY: SLOTHTATO

Camren version. All rights to the original author. #WattPride

"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give"- Winston Churchill

3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her. 11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her. Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMER: All content is original. Please refrain from commenting the names of and comparing other fan fictions throughout the story, as any similarities between stories are purely coincidental or based off of real-life Camren moments.

Camila has many unsolved problems and demons in her past. She is convinced that no one cares. For her, there is only one solution until one fateful evening a stranger knocks on her door and turns her life upside down. Will Lauren be able to show Camila that life is worth living? TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Camila gets stuck with Lauren as a roommate in college and it kind of sucks. cover by @slothtato

Lauren has moved to New York City with her three best friends to start her college life. She's excited to leave the drama of high school but she finds herself back in the mean girls situation. What's even worse about this situation is that her mind can't get one girl off her mind, one of the mean girls. How will this situation between Lauren and Camila work out?

'Don't say it' she whispered 'Why?' I challenged as I stalked towards her 'I can't say that I'm falling in love with you? Because I've already fallen Camila and... I need you to catch me' 'I can't' she said quietly, tears brimming her eyes 'this is for your own good Lauren' I smiled sarcastically as I ran a hand through my hair 'no, no it's not' I took one last look at her before I hopped on my bike. *Completed* *This is rlly old and my first story so it's pretty cringe... read at your own risk!*