(The Backstage Pass Sequel) It wasn't really the happily ever after they wanted...

SECOND BOOK IN THE YELLOW SERIES After a long and lengthy journey, Lauren finally believes she and Camila have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. But when the past comes back to haunt them, they find themselves in a completely new playing field. Change suddenly begins to overtake them, in more ways than one. Highest Rank - #10 in Fanfiction This fanfic may not be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author.

This story is not mine. I do not own anything. All credits goes to the brilliant author of this story, Jazmin (@moviegeek120). You can also read this story on 5hfanfiction.tumblr.com. All the fanarts in every chapter are made by Laura_Snow

Living a double life can be hard, and dangerous. You can't love. You can't have close friends. You can't really do anything. That's how it is for Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello. Two totally different people with very similar jobs. Will the power of love make them fail?

This is not my story, and it will never be my story. I just transferred it for you guys to enjoy because it's honestly a great fan fiction.

Clara Jauregui, a teacher at Westwood High School befriends a young student Camila Cabello. What happens when Camila meets Clara's daughter, Lauren Jauregui? (ps i suck at descriptions so read to find out what happens!)

This is just a competition, right? Zendaya and Val went into the competition expecting just to practice and perform, but what they got was so much more. Everything changed when they both said, “hello”

"Her eyes screamed danger, but her touch screamed love."

When Camila Cabello moved into an apartment, she thought she came prepared. But of all the things she expected, being thrown into Lauren Jauregui's ploy against her cheating ex-girlfriend was not one of them. It would have been a lot easier if she didn't despise the other woman. COVER BY: @SLOTHTATO aka wise child

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."