Living with an idiot was not easy. Even worse, my nemesis. First, she tried stealing the girl of my dreams. Now she wanted to steal the rest of my life? I hated how much she knew how to annoy me and how easily it came to her. Even more, I hated how amusing I actually found it to be.

Lauren and Camila live in a tiny, lame, one-room apartment, the best they could afford. They shower together, to save water. They share a medium sized bed, using each other's body heat as a solution to cold nights, because they can't afford fixing the heating. But is there anything more between them than simply using each other to live better? (Trigger warnings: Smoking addiction, abusive behavior / emotional abuse) (New cover by rawrrbaker)

Lauren never planned on living in the house she lived in. She never planned on working the job she worked. She never planned on befriending a strange girl named Camila, either. Lauren never planned a lot of things.

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//

❝Touch her again, and we'll fucking kill you.❞ She was Lauren Jauregui. By day, she was an international rockstar with a bad attitude and a penchant for partying. By night, she was consigliere to the largest Mafia family in Miami. Her life revolved around turf wars, blood feuds, fine whiskey and all that jazz. To her, kidnappings and murders were the means to her ends, forever sitting on a grey-scale the common man cannot comprehend. Some call her a legend, others a nightmare. They say she is the most powerful woman in America. She begs to differ. A puppet only as powerful as its master allows it to be. And her puppet master was none other than Camila Cabello, America's sweetheart: the woman who had owned her heart since they were teenagers. Cover belongs to SLOTHTATO.

Lauren has repetitive dreams of her taking random people’s lives. The dreams, thoughts and sights in her mind, have been hunting her for long, until one night in which she decides to take her car and drive in hopes of finding some sort of distraction. When she sees a drunk girl standing at the side of the road, asking for a ride, she stops her car and lets her in. When the drunk girl - who’s named Camila, lets her hand wander to Lauren’s thigh while she was driving, Lauren finally finds the distraction she’s been looking for, in the form of Camila. Will Lauren let her seemingly only distraction from her troubled mind slip away?

"All she ever talked about was leaving." But where did she go? She left me without a trace. No letters. No warning. No note. No sign. No clue. Nothing. No Camila. She didn't even say goodbye. It's been 2 years and now everything is catching up with me. It used to always feel like she was back when in reality, it's just her ghost haunting me.

"Lauren? Hey, I miss your voice. Call me back when you get this, please."

"You're really not as busy as you pretend to be." Short Story - Trigger Warning! Heavy theme of depression and suicide.