green ➸ camren

thirteen

"Remember, Lauren, this is our day! Okay?" Maggie leaned out the car window, watching as Lauren dug through the trunk of the car. The black haired girl tossed two beach towels in Camila's direction and glanced up at her sister, whose blonde hair was flowing gently in the wind.

"I know, dork," Lauren laughed, nudging her sister's shoulder as she moved around the front of the car to help the smaller girl carry the beach bag. "I told you, I have errands to run. Besides, I don't even want to spend time with you," she teased. Maggie scowled playfully, sticking her tongue out at her older sister.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" Lauren asked, turning to Camila. Her wife had promised to spend a special day with Maggie while they were still in Florida. Camila saw Maggie as her own sister and nothing less.

"I am sure," Camila laughed, taking the bag from Lauren and shifting it on her shoulder. "I am sorry you can not come with us," she glanced over at Maggie with a small smile on her face. "She wanted it to be just us."

"I get it," Lauren rolled her eyes playfully, pulling Camila into her side. "I can't share you very well, can I?" she laughed and kissed her cheek.

"Now get outta' my car, weirdo," Lauren turned back to Maggie, who opted for crawling out of the window instead of using the door. She smiled widely, taking the towels out of Camila's arms to help her carry.

"I'll be back in two hours, call me if you need anything, okay?" Lauren eyed both of the girls, making sure Camila had her phone with her. Once they said their goodbyes, Maggie took off down the beach, prompting Camila to run after her after sneaking a quick kiss on Lauren's cheek.

Lauren laughed softly, watching as Maggie almost immediately shed her cover up and ran into the water. Camila carefully laid down the towels, which made Lauren laugh even harder when she saw how meticulous she was about making sure everything was neat.

The green eyed girl couldn't help but watch them for a few minutes as Camila followed Maggie down to the edge of the water, holding her hand and helping her keep her balance as they walked further into the waves, until the water reached their knees.

Lauren didn't consider herself protective. She was just... careful. Okay, sometimes a little bit more than careful. But who could blame her, really? She had known Camila when the girl could barely crack an egg, let alone take care of herself and a child. But things had changed. Lauren still couldn't help but look out for her, though. She still remembered the small girl that sought comfort in her room after having a nightmare.

So, it was hard to blame her when she decided that her errands could wait. She told herself she would only stick around for a few minutes, just in case they changed their minds. Maybe the water was too cold, or the sand was too hot. Maybe Lauren was just making excuses.

But that didn't stop her from slipping into one of the small beach stores when Camila wasn't looking in her direction. She figured she'd browse for a few minutes, and then if Camila and Maggie were still okay, she'd be on her merry way.

The green eyed girl ran her fingers through her hair, absentmindedly walking up and down the aisles and browsing through the random tourist merchandise. Finding nothing interesting, she turned to leave, but paused when she heard a voice.

Not just any voice, either. At first, she couldn't figure out who it was. But she knew that voice. It resonated deep within her.

Scott.

Just as Lauren made the realization, the owner of the voice entered her aisle and nearly ran into her. She stumbled a few steps backwards, memories flashing through her head of all the pain this man had caused Camila. Her Camila.