Blame It On Bad Luck (Camren)

Chapter 14

"Stop hitting me; your banana is dead on the floor, mija. Go help it."

"Ass," she mumbled as she got up to go throw it out.

"Yeah, whatever. And I know you're all up for this super cool roomie bonding time but you have some terrible fucking ideas." She watched her walk back over to the couch and lean her arms over the back of it, looking down at her. She shoved another handful of chips into her mouth, swallowing first, and then adding, "And exercise is the worst one so far."

"You'd like yoga though."

"How? I'd love to hear this," she asked dryly and Camila just shrugged.

"It's hot yoga; you can watch me bend over and get all sweaty."

"I don't need a class to do that. I can do that in the comfort of my own home."

"There'll be other people you can look at too," she offered and Lauren popped another potato chip in her mouth and chewed slowly, thinking it over.

"Eh."

"It'll make you feel good."

"You know what else will make me feel good?"

"Let me guess...sex?"

"I was actually going to say drugs but I guess someone's being a horny bastard today."

"I like...really hate you sometimes."

"Sometimes? Aw, Camz, look how far we've come," she gushed with an entirely too theatrical smile, her hand on her chest and everything. Camila wondered if there was some sort of a record for wanting to hit somebody so many times in such a short span of time. Because if there was such a thing, she would win the title hands down.

"I don't know why you act like you're not going to end up coming with me anyway. As much as you pretend to not like me you're not really making your case when you do pretty much anything I say." Camila sat back on the couch, again moving her legs only to have them rest back on top of hers. She wore a satisfied smile at the look of momentary confusion followed by realization on Lauren's face and she furrowed her brows.

"Oh my God, do I really?" she asked seriously, and Camila couldn't help but smile at her small victory.

"Recently, anyway, yeah."

"Ew." She shuddered and reached over to take a swig from the Sprite bottle. Once she set it back down she looked at her roommate with a serious expression. "Camz, I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? I have my debit card in my wallet. I want you to take that, go buy a gun, and shoot me with it."

"You're so dramatic."

"When did I start listening to you?! This is an outrage, Camila!" she yelled at the brunette, who only cringed slightly in response at her full name. And it surprised her that her name sounded so weird to her at all.

"You know, I'm so used to you never calling me by my real name that it just sounds wrong when you actually do it."

"Don't worry, cabbage patch, it won't happen again."

"You are a perfect dick, I swear to God Lauren." The second the words left her mouth the green eyed girl choked on the potato chips she had shoved into her mouth from laughing.

"You've been hanging out with me too much, Camz."

"Yeah, but you looooove it."

"Calm your tits. This is a business deal if anything. You know, you distract me, I distract you."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

"What do you want to call it? Womb-mates?"

"Wow, I think I might actually move out and live in my car again just because you said that," she said without really processing what she was saying. She prayed Lauren wouldn't question it but of course she was looking at her with an eyebrow raised and an only slightly concerned look on her face. Camila had to admit—you know, despite how awkward the situation became—she looked kind of cute.