colours. (camren)

Chapter 9

Camila POV 

The ride back to Lauren's house was yet again, silent but very comfortable. I love the way that nothing with her is planned. Everything we do is always spur of the moment, and that gives such a better feeling than constant awkwardness. 

We pulled up to her house, and it was nothing like I expected. I mean, I expected her to have money but, not an immeasurable amount. This just adds to the list of things I find amazing about her. Not her money, but her tendency to keep the fact that she has money under wraps. She's humble and doesn't flaunt her family's success, which is the least prominent trait in rich people. 

"Whoa", I said gulping as Lauren slowed the car down to a complete stop. Even the garage she pulled into was ten times more beautiful than my entire house. 

"I know. I didn't want all of this but, I didn't buy it so", she said letting out an exasperated sigh and taking the keys out of the engine, completely shutting down the motor vehicle. Getting out the car, I was in complete awe. I mean, I bet it wasn't that breathtaking but, it just wasn't really what I was expecting. It was mainly indescribable, maybe because it was too beautiful or maybe it was because I was completely inexperienced in decor. 

Lauren kept walking to the front door, not even looking back to see if I was following. I quickly shuffled to match her pace, because seeing the size of this house, I could easily get lost and even my yelling through the halls, might not help me. Entering the house, I immediately felt like I was at home. The empty hallways and rooms didn't feel intimidating nor scary despite their massive size. The countless number of pictures on the walls of babies and family portraits provide the impression that the Jauregui family is proud to be who they are. The ones of baby Lauren are so cute. To see what she grew up into...thank God for her parents. I couldn't help but think about how genetically blessed she is as I get deeper into the chasm of pictures. 

"Camila, you coming?", she asked motioning to the set of stairs that, from where I'm standing, look endless. I couldn't help but look around the well designed downstairs, and wonder who would clean this up if they ever had a party. It had to be quite the chore. I began to walk towards Lauren's direction, hearing every distinct click of my sandals on her ceramic tile. The echo was almost deafening but I was sure that the household wasn't always this deathly quiet. 

"So, is it always this quiet?", I asked following her up the stairs, not discarding her large rear coming dangerously close to my face as we do so. I heard a slight snicker coming from her and instantly furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. 

"Um, it's the morning so, my family is either at work or at school Camila", she said with a hint of obviousness in her voice. I mentally slapped myself at the stupid question I had posed. 

"Right, um, s-sorry", I said nervously finally climbing the full set of stairs and feeling accomplished as we did so. Lauren kept her pace walking into her room, signalling her comfort and familiarity with these four walls. Me, now familiarising myself with this interior, had to simultaneously keep my eyes on Lauren and appreciate the house. 

She quickly came to a stop in front of two white sky-high  joined panel doors, that look like they open when people do the big unveiling on TV. Not to my surprise, that's exactly how she opened them. She put both hands on each doorknob and simultaneously turned them, revealing the beautiful contrast in her room. There was one accented wall painted a faint blue and the other walls were a simple white colour. There was an air conditioning unit right above what looks like, a art station in the corner. I expected to see a book shelf, but this was more than that. She had a floor to ceiling black and white polk-a-dot cupboard, with a book filling each space. They were arranged so neatly, in alphabetical order. To my surprise, there was no TV or even like a desk with a nice computer set up with speakers. The fact that she didn't have those things in her room, just intrigued me greater and I wanted to learn more about her. What captures her interest if not those things?