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Lauren hated surprises. It started when she was younger and her family threw her a surprise birthday party. It sounds all well and good, but they had hired a clown to entertain the children at her party. Lauren took one look at the clown's makeup-caked face and wet herself. Needless to say, her family found out about her chronic fear of clowns that day.
So when Lauren answered the front door and found Camila standing besides Austin, she remembered the clown. Instead of wetting herself, however, she felt the sudden and intense urge to murder Camila.
"Hey," Camila drawled out, the awkwardness heavy in the air. She looked stunning as always, but Lauren was too busy glaring down at Austin to appreciate it.
The boy was wearing a smug expression, complete with a smirk and raised eyebrows. He was dressed for the occasion: a navy-blue dress shirt, jeans and canvas shoes. By his side, Camila wore a white button-up blouse, red high-waisted jeans and flats.
"Hello Lauren." Austin greeted with that infuriating smile and Lauren wanted nothing more than to reach down and break his dorito-shaped head.
"I see you brought the Hobbit with you." Lauren said, turning her gaze to Camila. The latter shot her a warning look, to which Lauren rolled her eyes.
"Be nice," She warned, before slinking her arm into Austin's, "He actually came to apologise."
Lauren narrowed her eyes at both of them, not believing it for a second. She had no doubt that Camila must've had to bribe him to even show up here.
"It's true," Austin said, smirking even wider as he holds his hand out, "I was out of line last night. I would like it if we put our differences behind us — for Camila's sake, more than anything else."
Horton hears a bitch-ass liar every time this boy speaks.
Still, Lauren doesn't want him causing anymore scenes in front of their families. If shaking his hand for a moment means keeping the peace, she'll do it reluctantly at best.
"Agreed." Lauren said after a moment, before shaking hands gently. She pulled out almost immediately, avoiding Austin's pathetic attempt to establish dominance by crushing her hand.
She welcomed them in, not bothering to show them around. She doesn't think she could: this house has become as foreign to her as it is to them. That, and the rage that was simmering inside of her had only just begun to die down.
"What'd you make?" Camila asked as she trailed behind the older woman.
A shit-eating grin grew on Lauren's face as she said in a thick Spanish accent, "Tortillas, motherfucker!"
The two break out into laughter until Austin asked, "What?"
Camila giggled, saying, "Oh my God, you have to hear this story, Austin. Tell him, Lauren."
The couple is seated at the dining table as Lauren portioned out the food. Luckily, she had made enough for four (or two where one person had a bottomless pit for a stomach).
"Back when we were kids," Lauren began, as steadily as she could, "Camila invited me to her sixteenth birthday party with her whole family, extended and all. One of her cousins, a little girl named Lola, would not stop following me around. She kept asking me questions and I had to answer because she was just the cutest thing ever."
"You took advantage of that innocence," Camila glared at a grinning Lauren, before turning to Austin, "Do you wanna know what she did?"
"What?" Austin asked, happy to Camila'a attention again.
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The Pursuit of Camila Cabello
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