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 day. Girls with pretty eyes. Wildlife documentaries. The middle of the universe. Being young." // Camren | AU | Three-Shot

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

"You've been sleeping at my place because your house is being renovated and we aren't even dating; yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and I hear you sigh, "I'll go", I feel like we may as well be married." Written by: @clinicallydead AND @dinahahansen Cover by: @SLOTHTATO (Cover God)

Letters, Poems, Secret Admirer, and Ice Peach Tea ---- [DISCLAIMER: This is converted. I own nothing.] Original Story by jorgenzen from livejournal

Lauren works at a karaoke bar. Camila is a frequent. It has nothing to do with the fact that they serve Camila's favorite wine. Thanks SLOTHTATO for the cover!

Two girls met at an empty alley, outside of a club and a connection was made between the two. They barely know each other and yet, they spend the entire night with each other. And that was all they had.

"wait," lauren called, running after her. "what's your name?" the girl stared for a while with a small smile on her face. "nothing you need to worry about." dont copy or imma cut you

"You get punished by the decisions you make, not for them, and Camila, I promise that five and a half years away from you was punishment enough." Cover by: SLOTHTATO **I do not in any way am affiliated with The Bachelor/The Bachelorette franchise. All ideas and concepts from the show are NOT owned by me.**

A dance through time - past and present moments, and a look at the relationship of two girls, a trip to Barcelona, and promises made throughout their lives. -- "Well... It doesn't count that your touch lingers just a bit more on her waist when you're hugging her, right? And it's just simple friendship when you brush unruly strands of hair behind her ear and she blushes? Surely, it's platonic that you let your hands gently run over her back and her shoulder blades when she's asleep with you in bed? And, obviously, it's purely friendly behaviour when you pay for her tickets at the movies with a grin and a wave of your hand, and you spend more and more time alone with her, and for your free choice art assignment you painted her, and you stare at her for a bit too long to be just friends, and when people say the word 'home' your first thought isn't a place, but her (herherherherherher-she's everywhere)... You're doing okay, right?"

Skirts covered her nude knees. A necklace with a cross hung from her neck. A purity ring adorned her ringfinger. And every sunday, she and her parents went to church. There were other places she would go though... Some lucky boys could confirm that. Not that her parents knew of anyways. Not a single human male was allowed in her home, except for her father. Luckily for her, they never said anything about girls... © 2016, ChelseaLinden, All rights reserved