It Can't Be True || Camren
They are not the perfect soulmate story people expect when they think about love. That's for sure. ~bitter soulmate au.
They are not the perfect soulmate story people expect when they think about love. That's for sure. ~bitter soulmate au.
It only takes Lauren seven minutes to realize that she doesn't want Camila to be out of her life ever again.
Lauren doesn't know what Camila did to her but suddenly everyone seems to be a bad kisser compared to her. And it fucking sucks because look, the girl she is kissing right now is freaking hot but goddammit, she is not Camila.
In which Camila likes to kiss Lauren's cheeks until she realizes that kissing her lips is better.
"But you have to kiss me, those are the rules," Camila insists, not looking away from Lauren's eyes. (Except to look at Lauren's lips, Lauren does notice that.) "Well, I'd rather kiss someone else, no offense."
Lauren doesn't know what she expected when she went out on her first date with Keana, but it certainly wasn't to get stood up. Another thing she didn't expect? Sharing an Uber with a girl named Camila and going out with her instead. Or: Lauren is broke and decides to try out UberPool, Camila is lowkey wild and into mi...
a collection of camren one shots. cover by slothtato
On the first day that Lauren starts working at Starbucks, she swears to herself that she will never write her number down on someone's coffee cup. // "What do you write about?" "Anything that interests me." "Like what?" "Things that people talk about in cafés. Cities. Winter weather. How the sun is going to die one da...
In a world where tattoos decide who your soulmate is, are Lauren and Camila both searching for their match. But what happens when you don't love the one you're supposed to love? This is a miniseries about a search. A search to find the one you're supposed to be with, and a search to find somebody that you truly love...
A collection of Camren oneshots. (None of these will be continued, sorry!)
"I pushed the door open slowly, my eyebrows lifted. It was cluttered, covered from ceiling to floor in stack after stack of various books. Stepping into the room I closed the door behind me and grabbed one to check the cover." (Camren unless noted otherwise.)