Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 30

A/N: Here it is. Nothing shy of dramatic, but that can only be expected in the situation.

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"What are you doing?" Camila asked as Lauren got off the bed and began getting dressed. "Are you leaving?"

"No." Lauren answered wide eyed as she realized what it looked like. "No. I'm not going anywhere. I just am not looking to have this conversation naked. It's probably going to be very dramatic and I would much rather be chasing you around the house, trying to calm you down when I'm clothed. If you haven't notice, half of your apartment is see through."

Camila calmed her fears about having unknowingly upset her girlfriend enough to leave, but was now filled with fear about this dramatic reaction she was expecting. "Okay...so, what exactly happened today?"

The raven haired woman sighed as she pulled on her shirt, leaving the bra on the floor to show Camila that she honestly had no intentions of leaving. "You remember that big account I was telling you about. That I've been working on for months now?"

Camila nodded with her brow dropped. "The one that you're shooting tomorrow? Yeah."

"Well, it's been canceled." Camila scrunched her face even further. She was confused but not upset enough to give the dramatic reaction that Lauren was leading her to believe she would. Then Lauren dropped her eyes to the floor. "...because I'm gay."

"Excuse me?" There it was. That dropped jaw, that low, harsh tone, that narrowed look in her eyes. "Are you serious? They called you and told you that-"

"They emailed me." Lauren corrected her, but that only managed to piss the brunette off more.

"So, they couldn't even call you and tell you that they are narrow minded bigots? Where is..." Camila trailed off as she wrapped herself in her sheets and marched out of the bedroom, Lauren following right behind to do as she expected to be doing.

"What are you looking for, Camila?"

"My phone. They can't do that Lauren. It's illegal let alone immoral and-"

"You can't prove that's what they did. And they'll argue that what we are doing is immoral."

Camila turned around sharply and headed straight towards Lauren, pointing an index finger into the startled photographer's chest. "It's immoral to love?"

"I didn't say that." The raven haired corrected her as she tried to sooth her with a hand on her shoulder but Camila turned away in search of her phone again. "All I said was that is what they would say. Baby, I understand you are upset..."

"No, Lauren. Upset is an understatement. I am pissed. I am outraged. I am hurt. I...I...there aren't words for what I am right now." Camila finally found her phone on the breakfast bar of her kitchen and began shifting through the contacts. Lauren stepped in behind her and took the phone from her hand, instantly gaining her a death glare from the brunette.

"Can we talk about this before you go alerting the media and every easily outraged homosexual in New York."

"They should all be outraged, Lauren! Why aren't you?"

Lauren dodged Camila's attempt to grab the phone. "I am! I just..." She paused trying to calm her voice. Camila's emotions carried over easily. She needed to be calm because there was no way Camila was going to be. "You know me. I like to think about things before I talk about them, but now since there is a much bigger picture here, I would rather talk with you about them before you go calling the ACLU. Can we do that? Please?"

Camila stopped her pursuit of the retreating photographer and the phone and thought about it. She didn't even have all of the details. Lauren said that they couldn't prove it...what did that mean? "Fine. I'll try and restrain myself from unleashing holy hell on them for now. As long as you are talking to me about it and not bottling it up like you usually do."