"Let's go to Paris," Lauren blurts out, not being able to wait any longer. It's been a week since Dinah had almost ruined the surprise and she couldn't handle it anymore. The other four girls had talked about it more the following day and decided that going to Paris was the perfect trip.
"What?" Camila ask, looked at her girlfriend with swollen lips.
"Why are you thinking of Paris while we're making out," Camila adds, looking confused. Lauren starts to laugh at how confuse Camila is right now.
"The girls and I have been planning a trip, but Dinah and I weren't sure if you'd want to go. Which you definitely don't have to do, I mean it'd be nice but yeah I get you can do somethings and you'd have to be on a plane and traveling and I'm rambling," Lauren rambles as Camila stares at her, processing the new information.
"I don't know, Lo," Camila says hesitantly.
"Just think about it okay? You've a little over four months," Lauren tells her girlfriend, giving her a quick kiss. Camila pulls her back in to resume what they were doing before their conversation.
"Oooh, Ralph is getting some," is heard from behind the two. They separate to find not only Dinah, but Normani and Ally behind her also.
"What are you guys doing here," Lauren ask, completely getting off on Camila and sitting beside her on the couch.
"I wanted food."
"My girlfriend's here."
"I live here."
Were the various answers that were said from the three girls. Camila and Lauren get up, already having the same idea.
"I want food too, let's go eat somewhere," Camila says, mainly to Dinah since she was the one that said it in the first place. The five of them leave in Dinah's car to a small Mexican restaurant near Camila's house.
"Authentic Mexican food is so much better, why can't we go and get that," Camila ask once Dinah parked in front of the place.
"Mila, you're the only one that likes it," Normani informs the girl, making Camila vigorously shake her head back and forth.
"Lauren likes it too," Camila points out, in return making Normani be the one this time to shake her head.
"Lo, you're seriously that whipped? She doesn't like it, she just likes you and you like it," Normani says, Lauren smacks the girl on the back of her head silently telling her to shut up.
"Is that true, Lolo," Camila pouts as they sit down at the table they were guided to.
"Who cares? We're not at a fancy Mexican place anyways," Dinah complains, tired of hearing her girlfriend and Camila go back and forth.
"Did you know that Mexican food uses all parts of the cow, even the uterus and testicles can be used," Camila says, everyone just staring at her for a moment.
"Can we go somewhere else to eat, please," Ally mutters making the girls laugh. Lauren brings her arm around the back of her girlfriend's chair and puts her head down on Camila's shoulder.
"Do you know anymore Mexican food facts that are less disgusting," Lauren ask quietly as the other girl's start their own conversations.
"Tortillas started out as a canned food," Camila tells Lauren equally as quiet. She leans down and places a kiss on the crown of Lauren's head.
"Lauren, quit encouraging this behavior," Dinah whines from the other side of the table.
"Well those are some big words for you, Dinah Jane," Ally teases from the middle of the table, fifth wheeling as always.
"Why are you so whiny today. I think Normani is rubbing off on you too much," Lauren adds to the conversation. Camila just sits back and giggles at her goofy best friends.
"Hey," Normani retorts, leaning over the table and slapping her hand. The waiter finally comes over, looking uncomfortable as ever.
"How can I-I help you," he stutters out, grabbing his little writing book. All five of the girls answer and continue with their conversation from before after he leaves.
"80 percent of dollar bills in the United States contains traces of cocaine," Camila says, still spilling out her random facts.
"Well damn, give me a dollar," Dinah jokes, reaching for a dollar in her purse.
"Dinah Jane, cocaine is not good for you. Ten thousand people die from it each year and I will not let you be one of them," Camila scolds, grabbing the dollar bill out of Dinah's hand and crumbling it up to where it would fit in her own pocket.
"Baby, she was just joking," Lauren whispers into her girlfriend's ear with a light chuckle.
"I figured she was, I just wanted the dollar," Camila says equally as quiet, giving her a mischievous grin.
"Here you guys go," the waiter mumbles, coming back over with their food. They all thank him and dig in to their individual plates of food. That is until half way through the food, Camila starts eating off of Lauren's plate too.
"I miss spending quality time with you guys like this," Lauren admits once she gives up and scoots her plate over to Camila.
"Don't get mushy on us, Ralph," Dinah mutters with a mouthful of food. Her words were slightly incoherent, but the girls all knew what she said. And they also knew that actually translated to 'me too.'
"Thanks for joining our group, Mila and Als," Normani adds sentimentally, sharing a smile with both of the girls. The rest of the time the five girls enjoy their time together, talking and finishing their delicious, but not authentic, Mexican food (everyone but Lauren.) They paid the bill, with the same nervous waiter as before. Once it was time to leave they bid their goodbyes to each other and walking away in their desperate directions.
It's December 1st tomorrow and I AM READY
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Speak (Camren)
FanfictionCamila was just a teenage girl with autism, that's all she was ever defined as. Until she met Lauren, the psychiatrist's daughter and star softball player of her highschool.
