Think Again (Camren)

Please Don't Say Goodbye

Lauren's PoV

Camila had the whole bed sheet wrapped around her, rushing to the bathroom and heaving into the toilet. I held her hair back and looked at Austin through the mirror. "What did I tell you about knocking?"

Yes. Those were the first words to break the silence since Austin walked in and found Camila in my bed.

"Your door wasn't even all the way closed," he frowned as he pointed towards my bedroom door, "it was cracked open."

Fuck.

I guess we never closed the door shut all the way, despite the fact that I was sure I kicked that thing closed. Then again, I don't remember locking it so either way, he would've walked in.

I guess this moment was inevitable.

"Lo," Camila rasped, "can you grab me some water and Advil?"

"Of course," I whispered and went to my sink, reaching into the cabinet for the bottle of pills.

"How much did you have to drink?" I heard Austin ask Camila, as he knelt down beside the blonde, his hand on her back.

"I don't know Aus," Camila deadpanned. "Why would that matter?"

I made my way to the other side of Camila and gave her the Advil and cold glass of water. "Are you hungry?" I asked.

Clearly avoiding the horrible and extremely uncomfortable situation we found ourselves in, once again.

Or I tried to at least.

Camila ignored my question, though I don't think on purpose as her chocolate eyes looked at Austin. "Seriously, why would that matter?"

Standing up, my cousin threw his hands up in the air and laughed. "I don't know Camila! Maybe because you woke up next to my cousin, naked?"

Camila scoffed and stood up, the sheet sticking to her body loosely as she pointed her finger at Austin. "Don't you even start."

"Austin!" I snapped and glared at him. "Can you just leave so we can put some clothes on?"

"I should've known this was going to happen," Austin snorted rudely and shook his head, "chasing after my leftovers, typical of you Lauren."

"Excuse me?!" Camila smacked her hand on the counter, glaring at Austin through the mirror. "I am not a leftover!"

"Get. Out." I pointed to the door of my bedroom. He really thought he could talk like that about the girl of my dreams and get away with it?

Hell. No.

"It's my house!" The guy raised his own voice, frantically.

"Oh fucking grow up, Austin." I spat and shoved him out of the bathroom, slamming the door and slumping against it with my head in my hands. "I can't believe that just happened."

Camila remained silent and I brought my head up to see her eyes full of tears. I pushed off the door and spun her around, cupping her face. "Hey, it's going to be okay."

Again, I was met with silence.

"Camz..." I felt my throat constrict. "Baby, please..."

"Can you drive me home?" She whispered, moving away from me. I swallowed and nodded, stepping aside so she could gather her scattered clothes from the floor. Just as I was about to open the bedroom door, Camila slammed it shut and pressed me against it. Her mouth was desperately on mine. I moaned at the surprise feeling of her tongue delving into my open mouth. Despite what had happened with Austin walking in, I found myself getting lost in the kiss. Camila's kisses did that to me. When I heard the front door slam shut, I pulled back, my hands on her shoulders. "Please don't leave me, Lo." She whimpered against my lips.