Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 23

A/N: It's not quite as long as the others but it is an update. So here it is, just filler mostly. Hope you all enjoy.

Next chapter: New York.

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"So, how weird is it," Camila began as she moved to stand between the knees of the raven haired woman sitting on the edge of her bed, brushing the light strands of hair behind her shoulders. "That your mother is across the hall in my parents guest room and we are all going to be sitting down and having a big family diner?"

The diva cupped Lauren's face and leaned down into a soft kiss. "Honestly? It is very weird. I'm still not sure how I feel about it all. I truly wasn't prepared for it."

"Well, at least your apartment has a guest bedroom. "Camila smiled and pressed further into the raven haired until she laid down on the bed. "Although...if that devious smile you gave me before is any indication, I wouldn't want my mother sleeping on that particular mattress."

"You are horrible, you know that?" Camila's weight was being held by Lauren but she braced her upper body on her elbows just above Lauren's shoulders as she pecked her lips and trickled the light kisses down her jaw line. "And there's nothing wrong with that mattress. It is unsoiled."

"Then why didn't you just put that one in your room instead of going out and buying another one?"

Lauren hooked her hands behind Camila's back and kissed the diva once more. She could never get enough of those lips. Part of her still thought this was all a dream that could be cruelly snatched away from her at any second, leaving her with only memories, so she wanted to memorize as much as she could. "Because you probably wouldn't have believed me if I told you that, and then I would have had to buy a new one for the guest room anyway. It worked out nicely though. Now it's our bed, remember? Unlike the bed we are laying on now...This isn't where you and Shawn..."

The diva diverted her eyes.

"Gross."

Camila sat up, straddling Lauren's hips and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Get over it. To be honest with you, you and I have had more sex on this bed than I did with Shawn."

Lauren grinned and squeezed the diva's thighs. "I bet it lasted longer too."

"He got better with practice."

"I don't need to hear this." Lauren noted with a musical tone in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The diva teased as she got off of Lauren and the bed. "Come on. Diner should be ready soon. I'm going to get your mom."

"You do that." She called to the diva, still unmoving from her spot on the bed. "I need to call and see if I can get her a ticket on our flight. Unless, that is, you feel like renting a car and driving back."

"Not a chance." The diva responded from the door way. She was eager to smooth things over with Clara but didn't think it would happen if it was attempted on a nine hour car ride. "And since you no longer have a license, I would end up doing most of the driving. Call and see what they have. I'm going to see if I can break the ice with your mom. I need to worry about making a good impression now that she's moving in with you."

Camila amazed her. Lauren was scared out of her mind to meet Camila's parents, but here the diva seemed almost excited about bonding with the slightly homophobic mother of her girlfriend. Either that, or Camila really was as good of an actress as everyone said she was.

The diva traipsed across the hall and knocked on the door, opening it after a faint response came back through the door to her. She peeked her head inside and saw the older woman sitting on the foot of the bed. Camila had only ever seen Clara Jauregui in passing, but always thought her daughter looked just like her. Now, seeing that pensive stare on her face left no doubt. Lauren always had that same look when she was lost in thought. The look where from a distance she seemed to be ignoring the whole world but if you managed a glimpse into her eyes, you would realizes they were seeing so much more than you thought possible.