One Shots (Camren)

Almost Stepsisters (Part 2)

"Ah, Lauren, you are finally home." Clara smiled at her daughter, gesturing towards Camila. "This is Camila, Alejandro's daughter."

Lauren licked her lips and walked up the stairs.

"Well, say hi. And don't even think about acting all hostel towards her, this isn't her fault either."

"Hey," Lauren murmured, holding her hand out to Camila. "I'm Lauren."

Camila's hand took ahold of Lauren's and all Lauren could think about was how those hands were gripping and scratching at her back on Saturday night. "Hi,"

"Mom, can I go over to Brad's? We have a paper due tomorrow and I don't understand the evaluation part." Lauren asked, ignoring the glare Camila was giving her.

"Couldn't you have discussed that in school today?"

"We were really busy helping Dinah with her science project." Lauren lied and her mom seemed to soften at that. 

"Ok, sure. But be home by eight so we can all sit down to dinner."

"Sure thing, mom." Lauren agreed, smiling sweetly at her mom but it dropped as soon as the woman disappeared inside. 

"What? You are just going to leave and ignore that anything happened between us?"

"There is no us. It was a one night stand, we were both drunk."

"So you just come on to random, drunk girls, sleep with them and never call them again."

Lauren nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Pretty much."

"You are completely different to the girl I met on Saturday." Camila muttered, her eyebrows creased into a little, hurt frown.

"What do you expect? This perfect love story with a girl who slept with you in her best friends bathroom and then fell asleep beside you on the sofa?" Lauren asked, her face softening slightly. "You're hot but I'm just not the relationship kinda girl."

"I'm not asking you for a relationship, Lauren, get over yourself. I just want to talk about this."

"What is there to talk about? We slept together and now we are about to be sister."

"step sisters, saying just sisters sounds sick."

"Well, isn't it? Sick, I mean. We are going to be family soon, sisters."

"You know what, fine." Camila huffed, throwing her hands up and turning to walk into the house, glancing back over her shoulder to tell Lauren that she was being stupid but faltered when she noticed Lauren was shamelessly staring at her ass. "Are you kidding me?"

Lauren lazily dragged her eyes up to Camila's, a smirk covering her lips. "What?"

"Go to hell."

"I'm already on my way." Lauren shot back, grinning when Camila huffed and disappeared inside.

Lauren hopped back down the steps, pulling her keys out of her jacket pocket and got into her car.

Brad was just leaving his car when she pulled up outside his house, trying to juggle his bag, keys, phone and a mcdonalds bag.

"Brad," she called, skipping up next to the boy, taking the keys from his hand. 

"Thanks," the boy smiled thankfully, walking inside his house when Lauren opened the door. "What're you doing here? Did your first time meeting your sister go that bad?"

"Yeah, that wasn't the first time we met." Lauren murmured, following the boy down the stairs to the basement, where his room was located. 

"What do you mean?"