Connected

⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING READ THIS STORY WITH CAUTION. MENTION OF VERBAL/PHYSICAL/OTHER ABUSE. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Opposite attracts. Lauren kept to herself. Camila was an open book. Lauren barely speaks. Camila tells countless of stories. Lauren wears neutral colors. Camila wears the whole damn rainbow. But somehow they have connected, and their bond keeps on growing. But will it keep growing as obstacles are faced?

" Jesus Lauren, What happened to your eye? Are you okay?" Camila asked with a worried expression on her face. Lauren instinctually reached to touch her eye but winced at the pain.

" Ball." She said lowly, though it was hard for Camila to hear but she was able to understand. The Latina automatically went on protective mode. " Did someone throw it at you on purpose?" Lauren shook her head and slightly smiled. The brunette took this as a sign that everything was okay and was relieved to say at least.

" Oh! I almost forgot," Camila suddenly said. " My mom packed lunch for you."

The artist looked at Camila as she was taking out which revealed arroz con pollo with a small juice box. Lauren slowly took the bowl and juice box, eyeing them both. She then looked up at the girl infront of her.

" Are you sure?" Replied the girl wanting to make sure if Camila truly wanted to give her these items.

Enthusiasm and endearment rushed through the brunette's body once she heard the older girl speak. This time it was clear and not her usual mumble. She can't lie but she liked the fact that the girl chose her out of all people to talk to. It made her feel special. They were creating a special bond.