Your Biggest Fan (Camren)

Chapter 14

Camila's POV:

@LaurenJauregui said: Hey. We need to talk.

As soon as her head registered the name, Camila grabbed the phone and began tapping away feverishly.

@dumbjauregui: that's a given

@LaurenJauregui: Have your parents seen?

@dumbjauregui: it's only a matter of time before they do considering my mom lives on stuff like this.

@LaurenJauregui: Her daughter's love life?

@dumbjauregui: no??? omg celebrity gossip and shit

@LaurenJauregui: Sounds like a family of fan girls.

@dumbjauregui: not funny

@LaurenJaurgui: Sorry.

@dumbjauregui: what am i supposed to do??

@LaurenJauregui: My agent wants to say that you're my cousin or old friend and we were having a sleepover.

@dumbjauregui: k.

@LaurenJauregui: k?

@dumbjauregui: it's short for ok

@LaurenJauregui: No shit. But like, are you down for that?

@dumbjauregui: sure

@LaurenJauregui: Okay.. Sounds good.

@dumbjauregui: ok

@LaurenJauregui: Okay. Talk to you later, Camz.

Lauren's POV:

No reply. She's definitely pissed. Why wouldn't she be? You're taking her first time and denying it ever happened. Sighing loudly, Lauren got up from the couch and walked back over to her bunk.

Flopping down on it, Lauren grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. And, because she had the worst luck, Access Hollywood was on. Talking about her, of course.

"And, we've identified the mystery girl leaving Lauren Jauregui's hotel, as 16 year old high school student, Camila Cabello. Thank you, to one of her classmates, who has chosen to remain anonymous, for sending that tidbit in. Apparently, the Miami local spent the night with Lauren Jauregui, at her hotel, before leaving the next morning. Jauregui has yet to comment abou-" In a rage, Lauren turned off the TV and rolled over onto her pillow, screaming into it. Her manager was mad. Her mom was going to be mad. Camila was mad. And Lauren just needed to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY:

Camila's POV:

She laid on her bed, using Dinah as a pillow. "My mom' going to kill me." She repeated for the eight-hundredth time. She sighed, looking up at the ceiling, watching the fan go around and around. Round and around and around and around, we go.
Not funny. This isn't time for jokes. Haha. Remember that vine of the hamster going around the wheel with that song in the background. I laughed so hard I peed. I didn't pee when I met Lauren, though. How did I not pee? I mean, I'm not complaining, but, like. I pee really easily.

"No she won't." Dinah assured her.

"No, she will. They're going to skin me and hang it in the living room."

"Ew."

"People recognized me when I went to the grocery store yesterday. They recognized me, like, what the fuck?"

"Hey, lil' mama. It's all gonna be alright."

"How do you know?"

"I don't."

Laughing softly, Camila hit her arm, before laying back down and wishing that Lauren Jauregui was nothing but a figment of her overactive imagination.

Lauren's POV:

"Lauren! Who was that girl? Did you sleep with her? Did you know her before last night?"

"Excuse me.." Lauren pushed her way through the crowds, looking at the ground. Her usual fiery personality seemed to be absent, as her agent wanted to keep her out of any more trouble.

"Her name is Camila, right? Have you been in contact with her?"

"It's Cameela, not Camilla." Lauren mumbled, not thinking about what she was saying.

"How did you meet Camila? Are you dating her?"

Finally, Lauren was able to get into the bus, narrowly escaping being trapped outside. "It's Cameela, not Camilla?" Crystal's voice was dry from behind her as she shut the door.

"Hey, she's my cousin, I better damn well know how to pronounce her name." Lauren rolled her eyes as she walked towards the minifridge, and she pulled a bottle of vodka out of it, ignoring her agent's disproving glare as she pulled herself a shot. Hey. She deserved it.

"Have you figured out a way to contact Camila in more than 140 characters?"

"Yeah, I found her Facebook."

"Have you messaged her?"

"I'm about to. Calm down."

With that, Lauren swallowed her shot, letting the liquid burn her throat before heading towards her bunk. She pulled out her phone and opened the Facebook app- who the hell even uses Facebook anymore? And typed a message to Camila.

Lauren Jauregui: Camz?
[Seen, 11:49 PM]

Lauren Jauregui: Are you mad at me?
[Seen, 11:52 PM]

Lauren Jauregui: Camila. We really need to talk. Please don't ignore me.

[Camila Cabello is typing]

Camila Cabello: What's there to talk about?

Lauren Jauregui: Us?

Camila Cabello: Lauren. There is no us. We were a one-night stand, I get that. It was fun, so thanks. But now you need to go back to being a big time celebrity and I'll go back to being that awkward girl who sits in the back and fangirls over bands. I get it. It didn't mean anything.

Lauren Jauregui: Camz, don't.

Camila Cabello: Sofi's having a nightmare and I'm babysitting. I have to go. Bye.