Not my story! I got it from Tumblr and since I really love it, I thought I'd share it with you guys :) It's a Camren story, and I cried my eyes out. Have fun reading! xx

Sequel to CC7

(in my shoes) • Look with your eyes. Judge with your soul. • First impressions almost always suck. They can be spot on or way off, depending on how open and receptive you are to the other person. When you make preconceived notions about people, learning to tolerate them can be a little difficult. What if you have to live with them? That's the situation Camila and Lauren have been put in. As typical and cliche as it may be, two totally different worlds collide. However this time, neither of them know whether they'll mould or combust.

camila needs a job, and lauren owns a strip club. little does camila know, the job comes with more than a paycheck

it's gone. Many people find their escape through writing. That was true for Camila. She wrote in her journal daily, without fail, about her best friend and long-time crush, Lauren. But when her journal ends up in the wrong hands, she's forced to either succumb to reality or make her voice heard. JOURNALS IS OFFICIALLY A BOOK. AVAILABLE FOR WORLDWIDE SHIPPING. Createspace: createspace.com/5954029 Amazon: Journals https://www.amazon.com/.../1522.../ref=cm_sw_r_api_SJGPxb9J7Y4T6

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

Lauren and Camila are two of the most promising soccer talents in the country. The two skilled girls are playing for the U-17 US team to win the world championship in Costa Rica. Their connection on the field is obvious but what happens off field when unexpected feelings come in to play?

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 wins a radio contest and gets to spend a week with the world's newest rising popstar: Lauren Jauregui.

It's a new fad. 36 questions that one stranger asks another that should make them fall deeply in love in a matter of hours. People are always thinking about love and relationships; the dynamic characteristics of affection and intimacy open up countless windows for new research, and newer propositions. Is falling in love more about the process or the person? And how are two scientifically driven best friends going to last an entire night of endless questions that seem to get more and more personal?