They arrived back at the Jauregui residence within an hour of their departure. The two girls found common ground and actually bonded a little bit on their trip. They both felt a little more at ease with the thought of spending the rest of the summer with each other. As Lauren began to discover more and more about the shorter girl's past, she found that they did have a connection after all. It was like they'd skipped the small talk phase completely. Once conversation got going, they never really stopped. It was the most pleasant surprise. Lauren realized that if she'd just given her a chance from the get go, they could've been friends.
Once they moved from the topic of their family life, the conversations were much lighter. Given all of the new information she'd found out about Camila at Dairy Queen and in the car, Lauren felt like she knew a significant amount of random things about her. But she wanted to know her inside and out. She wanted to know her passions and her fears, what songs make her dance and what movies make her cry, which prejudices make her angry and which books placate her; She wanted to know her embarrassing stories and her proudest moments, her style icons and her inspirations; She was desperate to find out her plans for the future and if the thought alone scared her like it did to herself, and if she had any odd phobias or collections, or which insecurities she thought plagued her body and if she's ever had self image issues; She wanted to know every part of her story so she could piece together how she came to be the person she was today; Lauren just wanted to know her.
Amongst the frivolous facts and dismissive stories she was told throughout the day, only one had stuck with Lauren. One story in particular resonated with Lauren and lingered in the back of her mind. It was the one she'd told her in her room about how she used to cry because her dad had never taught her how to ride a bike. It made Lauren feel like she'd somewhat been robbed of her childhood. Bike riding played an integral role in her upbringing; It gave way to so many adventures. To think that Camila had never experienced that didn't sit well with her. As she pulled into her driveway, she got a grand idea. Both girls scrambled out of the car quickly and Camila stood to the side, waiting for Lauren to unlock the front door.
"I have a surprise for you," Lauren announced as she held the door open for Camila. The smaller girl sauntered through with an appreciative smile.
"What kind of surprise?" she responded interestedly.
"Go change into something more comfortable. When you come back downstairs, just wait here," Lauren ignored her question and instead briefed her with a set of instructions.
"Okay..." Camila agreed warily.
Lauren jogged towards her garage door and flipped on the light switch. She didn't really have an intricate plan for this surprise. It came to her out of nowhere after hearing about her childhood. However, she searched around the garage quickly before she found the desired object. She stepped up to retrieve it from where it was hung on the wall, then situated it near the door.
Camila was following Lauren's directions in confusion. She didn't know what occasion she was dressing for. By comfortable, she hoped Lauren meant American Eagle jeans and a light blouse. That's what she was wearing. She came down dressed in a new outfit and some more heels, but with softer soles.
"Camila... I said something comfortable... Why do you look like you're about to strut down the freaking runway?" Lauren asked incredulously. It was her less direct way of commenting on how stunning she looked. Her outfit was simple and casual, but Camila made looking flawless seem absolutely effortless. Lauren felt like there was no way she could pull that off herself.
"You said to wear something comfortable... These are very comfortable," she responded, bemused. She extended her leg and looked down at her pants. "Literally, American Eagle jeans are so comfortable."
"That's not gonna work. Come here," Lauren shook her head and took Camila's hand, leading her back up to her room.
"Lauren, I still don't know what we're doing..." Camila pointed out when she was in the familiar place.
"You'll see when you go downstairs," Lauren said dismissively as she rummaged through a drawer. She found the desired item of clothing and tossed it over to Camila. "Put those on."
"I have to wear... These?" Camila attempted to disguise her dismay. Lauren had given her Reebok running shorts. In Camila's eyes, being naked would've been better than going out in that.
"Uh, no... I guess you don't have to..." Lauren shook her head. Then she stripped herself of her top and put on a baggy t-shirt to replace it. Camila was ogling at her exposed skin and flawless figure when Lauren was distracted by changing. She quickly stepped out of her jeans and slid on some shorts similar to the ones she gave Camila, and the tanned girl finally averted her eyes.
"I'll wear them," Camila compromised. After all, no one of importance from the world of fashion would see her - whatever it was that they were doing. She undid her heels and searched for her Nike tennis shoes. After changing completely and putting her hair in a ponytail, Camila felt ready to tackle their task. It was obviously a surprise that required some form of athletics.
"Ready?" Lauren smiled as her excitement grew.
"I guess so," Camila nodded, but looked incredibly unsure of herself.
"Good, come here," Lauren led her back downstairs.
Camila followed behind and became a little excited herself. What on earth did Lauren have in store? They entered the kitchen and Lauren opened a door Camila hadn't really made note of before. It turned out to be the garage door. When she set foot inside, she saw that it was very cluttered. No wonder their car was parked in the driveway. There was no room inside. Suddenly, Lauren came behind Camila and covered her eyes with her pale hands. Camila laughed at how childish the act was, but played along regardless. Slowly, they inched closer to it. Once they were just in front of it, Lauren removed her hands excitedly. "Ta-da!"
"A bike?" Camila asked in confusion.
"Yep," Lauren nodded with a broad smile, pleased with her presentation.
"But Lauren... I can't ride a bike," she reminded her and hung her head in shame. Lauren found her embarrassment awfully cute. "I never learned... I... I don't know how to ride a bike."
"I know. That's why I'm gonna teach you," Lauren announced, gesturing to the bike proudly.
"What?" Camila's eyebrows knitted together as she looked from Lauren's glowing expression to the bike before her.
"I said I'll teach you. I've practically been riding bikes since I could walk," Lauren exaggerated slightly. She was just about as skilled as anyone else, but she was certain she could teach Camila.
"You're serious?" Camila crossed her arms over her chest insecurely.
"I am," Lauren nodded once more and pat the seat. "Come on."
"Lauren... I can't," Camila insisted, backing out before she even began.
"Sure you can," she assured her.
"I'm scared... What if I fall?" Camila twiddled her fingers as she eyed the contraption.
"Oh, you'll definitely fall," Lauren laughed obnoxiously, then realized that probably didn't ease Camila's nerves at all. "But... I'll be right there. I'll try to catch you, but no promises."
"Okay," Camila submitted reluctantly. Her face reflected her fear as she cautiously walked closer to it.
"What do you think you're doing?" Lauren asked incredulously. Camila had just lifted her leg to mount it, until Lauren made her pause. She crossed over to a shelf in her garage and rummaged through it until she found something else.
"What? You just said you were going to teach me how to-" Camila said uncertainly, hoping it wasn't the result of another one of Lauren's mercurial mood swings.
"Rule number one, always wear your helmet," she reminded her and placed it on top of her head in the same instant.
"That's lame. No one seriously wears helmets..." Camila groaned as they stood side by side.
"You're a beginner. You're wearing a helmet," Lauren stated firmly in a tone Camila chose not to argue with. "I would make you wear knee and elbow pads... But I'm hoping you won't need them."
"Good. The helmet is embarrassing enough," Camila grimaced at the butterfly and flower pattern.
"Shut up, I had it when I was like ten," Lauren giggled and reached to fasten it under Camila's chin. It seemed secure enough.
"Now what?" Camila asked and palmed the oversized thing on her head.
"Now we go to the sidewalk where you will safely board the bicycle," Lauren instructed calmly and began following her own directions.
"Why are you talking like a flight attendant..." Camila mumbled as she walked the bike down to the leveled sidewalk. The bike was scraping along something, but Camila assumed that was normal.
"I'm in teacher mode," she responded with another laugh. She was only a few feet in front of Camila, but she heard the scratching from behind. "Camila... You have to put the kickstand up."
"What's that?" Camila paused to look down at it.
"It holds the bike upright because it obviously can't balance on two wheels," Lauren answered and pointed at it. "Kick it."
Camila did exactly what Lauren told her to do. She gave it one solid kick. And it stayed put. It didn't move at all. Camila looked back at her in confusion.
"Kick it up, Camz," Lauren emphasized, failing to stifle her laugh. That was probably the cutest thing she's seen all day.
"Oh," Camila mumbled in embarrassment and did it again, now that Lauren had been more clear. The small lever lifted smoothly and Camila regarded Lauren with a proud smile.
"There we go," Lauren laughed and took the bike from Camila. She walked the rest of their short journey alongside the bike. When they both made it to the sidewalk, she handed it over to Camila.
"I like that, by the way," Camila added without clarifying her reference.
"What?" Lauren kinked an eyebrow.
"This whole 'Camz' thing you've got going on. I like it," Camila elaborated.
"Oh," Lauren replied. She'd noticed that slipping out too. She wasn't going to dwell on it, though. She was willing to ignore it if Camila was. But she didn't.
"Yeah, it's cute," Camila grinned at the girl that was seemingly embarrassed about the nickname she'd dubbed her with.
"I'm glad you think so," Lauren smiled shyly in response. "But let's get this party started."
"What should I do first?" Camila asked as she stood there without purpose. Her arms were idly by her sides as she waited for Lauren to tell her what to do.
"I don't know, I wish we had training wheels or something... I don't know if it's a good idea to just skip to the big bike," Lauren cupped her chin as she tried to assess the situation. "I guess we'll be alright. Do you feel okay about it?"
"I guess so..." Camila looked at it doubtfully.
"Then come on, get on," Lauren shrugged and held onto the handle to keep it leveled.
Well, this was it. Camila took a quick breath before throwing her leg over it. She eased herself onto the seat that was admittedly high. Without expecting it, her feet didn't come into contact with the ground when she tried to stand up. The seat was far too high. Her legs couldn't reach the ground. In the process of trying to steady herself, she felt herself toppling over.
A strong hand prevented her from falling. She looked at Lauren appreciatively as she pulled her back onto the seat. Camila had to stand on her tippy toes for her feet to touch the ground. That was a little unnerving, and she wasn't even moving yet. Camila's face portrayed her apprehension and Lauren picked up on it.
"Relax. You're okay," she reassured her softly.
"Okay," Camila calmed herself down before she psyched herself out of it. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she was trying to keep an open mind about it. She had to put her trust in Lauren.
"We're just gonna stay here for a minute to let you get the feel of it," Lauren spoke slowly, careful not to freak her out. After doing just that, she looked up at Camila's face. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Camila answered breathily.
"Okay. Put your feet on the pedals," Lauren directed her, pointing downwards. "I'm gonna push you a little bit, and I want you to start pedaling, okay?"
"Okay," Camila assented, still looking fairly concerned about the situation. She felt Lauren's steady hand on her back and the other one on the handlebar, barely grazing her pinky. Then she started to move and she let out a panicked wail.
"It's okay, I've got you," Lauren reminded her gently. She moved Camila forward a little faster. This was surprisingly easy. She looked down and realized why. Camila's legs were folded back, clinging to the base of the bike. She was coasting, letting Lauren do all of the work. Her feet weren't on the pedals. "Camila," Lauren sighed as she slowed her to a stop.
"What?" she asked hopefully. She thought she'd done a good job.
"Put your feet on the pedals," Lauren instructed her again, this time more sternly. She watched as Camila begrudgingly followed suit. "And don't move them."
"They started moving when I wasn't doing it and I got scared," Camila admitted with her feet on the pedals once more.
"They're gonna do that. They move whenever the wheels move," Lauren explained to her shortly. "You're in control, though. If you don't want them to move, press this brake," she further elaborated and gestured to the hand brake.
Camila pressed the brake slowly and didn't feel a difference. She tried pedaling and was relieved when it didn't budge. "Cool."
"So, if you get scared, just ease on the brakes. You'll be fine. You were doing good," Lauren gave her some words of encouragement to prepare her to begin again. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Camila said with a little more confidence this time.
Upon hearing her assent, Lauren pushed forward once more. She watched Camila's feet to make sure she was pedaling and not cheating. Her legs were moving and her grip on the handlebars were harsh. The hand on Camila's back slid down to rest on the seat, just barely grazing her backside. "You're doing great."
The broad smile that followed her statement made Lauren want to give her a thousand more compliments. Camila was glowing. They were only going about 2 mph, but they were moving. Lauren was proud of Camila. She said she couldn't do it, and here she was. For a moment, at least.
Camila tried to guide the bike along a turn coming up, but did it too harshly. The bike had a mind of its own and took a violent turn instead of the gentle one Camila was striving for. She wobbled for a second, and Lauren wasn't quite strong enough to get it back on course. Camila's face turned from subtle enjoyment to one of pure terror when she completely lost control. She didn't let go, even when she was going down. Thankfully, Lauren was able to guide her towards the grass for her landing and she didn't get hurt.
"You okay?" Lauren asked and picked her up under her arms. When Camila was standing up again, Lauren picked up the bike.
"Yes," Camila answered feebly. Her lips pursed as she grew even more discouraged.
"What's wrong?" Lauren asked with a somber expression.
"I can't do it," Camila mumbled disappointedly and picked at her shorts.
"It's your first time!" Lauren tried to reassure her with a lighthearted tone. "If it means anything to you, I think you did a good job."
"Really?" Camila picked up her gaze to meet Lauren's reluctantly.
"A hella good job," Lauren smiled motivationally, even grasping her shoulder to convey her point. Camila smiled at her words and looked back at her feet bashfully. "Okay? Wanna try again?"
"Sure," Camila granted complacently and mounted the bike once more.
Lauren grinned and helped her get balanced before starting over. She let Camila pedal on her own, still keeping her hold on her body and on the handlebar. She was doing surprisingly well. Camila was getting the hang of it. Slowly, but surely, Lauren stopped having to work so hard to keep her upright. Camila found her own balance in due time, although Lauren didn't trust her enough to let go completely yet.
Lauren's neighborhood had a lot of hills. It was a blessing and a curse. As a kid, Lauren loved to barrel down them but always dreaded the journey back up. Camila was approaching her favorite one, and Lauren grew a little nervous. "There's a hill coming up. Do you wanna go down it or just turn around and keep going straight?" Lauren questioned and pressed the brake for her.
"I don't know, it sounds fun... But you have to promise to be right there," Camila negotiated. She had mixed emotions about it. She didn't now how she felt about hills just yet.
"I will be. But you have to promise to press the brake when you get scared, alright?" Lauren accepted the conditions and proposed another.
"I will," Camila confirmed nervously. There was an odd mixture of excitement and dread in her stomach. She didn't even know which one was her gut feeling.
"Here goes nothing," Lauren shrugged and grabbed the seat once more. They approached the hill slowly. Lauren paused and gave Camila the chance to back out if she desired to do so.
Camila didn't. Instead, she pedaled toward the hill and braced herself. She inched towards it slowly with Lauren right beside her. Camila pushed off and picked up speed way faster than she was ready for. She tried to regain her bearings, but was freaking out internally. She thought it would be fun, but it wasn't. This was too fast. Lauren had trouble keeping up with her. Her fingertips were slipping off of the seat. She had no choice but to let go, or it would end in a catastrophe for both of them. Lauren slowed herself to a stop as Camila continued to blaze down the sidewalk.
"Use the brake, Camila!" Lauren shrieked as her heart beat erratically in fear. "Press the brake!"
Camila heard her and slammed the brakes harshly. Everything stopped. The bike skidded to a stop almost instantly. It leaned forward and nearly flipped over, but fell back down. Gravity wasn't very friendly to Camila, and she had to bail before she seriously got hurt. She ended up being the only thing that flipped over. Her body painfully bent over the handlebars and she landed near a bush, staring up at the sky in a daze. Everything was kind of hazy for a minute as she tried to process what the hell had just happened.
Lauren watched it all go down from the middle of the hill. Yikes. Camila didn't seem to be hurt, just shaken up. Nevertheless, she ran down to her to check on her. She crouched beside Camila and spoke softly, watching as she repetitively blinked her eyes and looked around. Seemingly out of nowhere, she became angry. In reality, she was frustrated. This was the second time she'd bit the dust. And it was mortifying. She probably would've laughed if she didn't have an audience, but Lauren had seen the whole thing. She was done. Camila sat up abruptly and glared at the bike. It made a fool out of her twice. She didn't want to stick around for the third.
"Are you alright now?" Lauren asked sympathetically, trying to help her up.
"I'm fine," Camila snapped and stood up by herself. Without another word, she turned away from Lauren and the stupid bike and headed back home.
"Where are you going?" Lauren frowned.
"Back home," Camila replied shortly as she walked a little faster. Tears sprung to her eyes as she mentally belittled herself. Her thoughts only consisted of harsh criticisms. The loudest voice in her mind kept calling her a coward for giving up on it.
"Camila, wait," Lauren pleaded as she hurriedly got to her feet. She followed Camila tentatively, hoping she wasn't mad at her. She grabbed ahold of her arm firmly to stop her in her endeavors to leave. "Stop. Why are you leaving?"
"I can't do it. This is stupid. It's too late for me to learn, Lauren. Just forget it," Camila mumbled and met Lauren's concerned gaze with her teary one. Lauren's heart went out to her for how badly she was taking the fall. It wasn't her body that got hurt, it was her ego.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. You're fine. It's okay," Lauren assured her and smoothly pulled her into her arms. She gave her a strong hug before backing away. She didn't want to be overbearing.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Camila insisted as she stubbornly kept up her pout, despite the way she wanted to melt after Lauren's hug. She was the type of person that hugged with her entire body. And Camila loved it.
"You were getting really good at it, though," Lauren frowned and watched as Camila sat down on the grass in protest. "Listen," she tried a new approach, taking a seat on the grass right in front of her. "You're fine, Camila. If I had a dollar for every time I fell while riding a bike, I'd be as rich as you. Give it another try."
"No, it's no use. It's way too late. There are five year olds that can ride a bike better than I can..." Camila grumbled as she threw herself a little pity party.
"You know what I say? Better late than never. There are no deadlines with this. Either you learn it or you don't. And I know you want to learn," Lauren said pointedly, holding Camila's face in an attempt to make her understand her seriousness. In the midst of her speech, she'd gotten relatively close to Camila. She had been staring intently into her eyes, but her eyes flickered towards her lips for a brief second. An air of realization passed between them and Lauren dropped her hands suddenly.
"I don't want to fall again..." Camila shook her head. There was an underlying meaning to that. That little moment didn't go undetected. She saw the subtle shift of her gaze. She'd done the same thing.
"But if you do, I'll be right there to pick you up. Try it again," Lauren gave her final shot at trying to persuade her. She was talking about the bike.
"This is embarrassing... I hate feeling like this," Camila muttered and began to wipe her face with her shirt. She was in a bad mood. Though she appreciated how much Lauren was trying to get her back on her feet, she still felt significantly embarrassed about what happened.
"You're acting like people are laughing and pointing at you. I'm the only person out here and I'm rooting for you. Please?" Lauren tried to convince her once more, looking at her with soft eyes.
Camila stared at her and wondered why she was so staunch about it. But she looked at her face and saw nothing but sincerity and conviction, and that was enough to change her mind. One more time wouldn't hurt, right? "Okay."
Camila trusted herself enough to give it one more shot. Lauren was right there, just like she promised to be. Another hour or two passed of Lauren coaxing Camila to learn the basics. Her balance increased and she stopped relying on the green-eyed girl so much. Camila figured out how to gauge the strength of the steering wheel and slowly began to figure out that she was the driving force behind everything. This was a bunch of trial and error. She fell a couple more times, but Lauren strove to keep her steady as much as she could.
Eventually, they picked up speed. Lauren predicted that they were going a whopping 6 mph at this rate, but she could sense Camila's apprehension about going faster. However, it was necessary. Lauren thought back to when Michael was teaching her. He allowed her to go fast, then he let go. Lauren hardly knew that he wasn't behind her until she got up the courage to turn around. That was perhaps the most liberating moment of her childhood. The independence she felt back then went unmatched until she got her license. She wanted Camila to feel that way.
"Lauren, wait. Slow down," Camila pleaded as Lauren's pace increased to a jog. She still felt her hand on the seat, which was only slightly reassuring.
"You're doing a beautiful job, Camila," Lauren praised her, but didn't slow down. That's what her dad did. This went the exact same way.
"Wait!" Camila squealed as the wind blew through her hair and whistled past her ears.
"Camila, you're doing it!" Lauren ignored her pleas and encouraged her as she kept going. Subtly, her hand slipped off of the seat, but she was still jogging alongside her.
"Don't let go," Camila said insecurely, but didn't dare look over her shoulder to check if she was. As fast as she was going now, this felt oddly exhilarating.
"I won't," Lauren crossed her fingers and made a false promise.
"Oh my god," Camila said giddily as she came to terms that she was actually riding a bike. This was something she'd accepted that she'd probably never be able to do. Yet here she was. "Lauren! I'm doing it!" she yelled full of wonder.
Lauren had fallen behind after promising she wouldn't let go. She watched with pride as Camila kept going without her. This was going great for their first day's attempt. Both girls wore a smile they couldn't wipe off. Camila squealed some more and turned to share her excitement with Lauren, but she wasn't there. In alarm, Camila frantically looked behind her. While doing that, she wrenched the handlebars and caused herself to crash. The bike lost control and the wheel turned sharply, flinging Camila off of it in the process.
"Shit!" Lauren exclaimed as she sprinted over to her. She fell to her knees by Camila's side and placed a supportive hand on her back. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
"I'm fine," Camila nodded and dusted herself off. There were some faint stinging sensations in her knee and elbow. She checked both of them out, only to find that she'd skinned them a little. The blood that was now present was a little alarming, but she was okay. "Oh, ow..."
"Fuck, that looks really bad.. Are you sure you're alright?" Lauren asked full of concern. She held Camila's arm to examine it herself, then placed a hand on her leg to see her knee.
"I'm okay, I swear. It looks a whole lot worse than it actually hurts. I'll be fine. Thanks," Camila insisted and broke out into a smile at how caring Lauren was being. She liked this side of her a lot more.
"I think that's enough of our lesson for today," Lauren laughed nervously and helped Camila up by her hand. She wanted to hurry up and get Camila home before the blood started to trickle. For the most part, she was just thankful Camila hadn't discouraged herself again.
"I'll say," Camila agreed as she dusted her butt off. Lauren picked up the bike and together, they headed back home.
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Camila was sitting on the kitchen counter, per Lauren's guidance. Her legs were swinging back and forth as she waited for Lauren to return with a bandaid. She told her she could've gotten it herself had she told her where it was, but Lauren insisted on tending to her on her own. The paler girl made her miraculous return with an oversized first aid kit. Camila didn't think it was that serious. The box made Camila giggle.
"Here. It took a while to find it all, but..." Lauren tapered off as Camila scrutinized her wound. Then she rummaged through the first aid kit to find some disinfectant to clean it off with.
"I can't believe you actually have one of those," Camila commented, so tickled at the red box with the giant white plus on it.
"This thing is as old as I am," Lauren laughed at herself and ripped open the antiseptic wipe. She grasped Camila's arm gently and angled her elbow towards her. There was more blood now than before, and Lauren was grateful the sight of it didn't make her feel faint.
"Yeah, it's definitely from the 90's," Camila nodded, believing her wholeheartedly.
"This might sting a little," she warned before pressing the cool wipe against Camila's ruptured skin. She silently cleaned off Camila's arm, then her knee got the same treatment.
"Thanks, by the way," Camila expressed in a docile manner.
"It's nothing. I kind of felt like I had to, since I'm the one that dragged you out there," Lauren laughed slightly as she finished wiping at the wound before discarding the used wipe.
"Well, thanks for this too... But I was talking about teaching me how to ride a bike. I really appreciate it... And you," Camila admitted humbly, now picking at her shorts. She knew that she'd really only gone a few feet by herself, but she didn't even think she was capable of doing that much. Lauren was basically a miracle worker.
"Oh, you're welcome," Lauren said cheekily. She would happily repeat the practice tomorrow, if Camila wanted to.
"It means a lot," Camila continued.
"It's not a big deal," Lauren dismissed the matter.
But it was a big deal to Camila. No one had really taken that much interest in her before. Her needs were met with money. If she told her dad she wanted to learn how to ride a bike, he would've gotten her biking lessons or something. Lauren gave her the most innocent form of attention. It meant a lot to her.
Camila let the conversation end there and watched patiently as Lauren applied antibiotic ointment to the two areas. She stuck a bandaid on both spots and smiled up at her in conclusion.
"Thank you, Nurse Lauren," Camila expressed her gratitude playfully.
"You're more than welcome," Lauren brushed it off as pleasantly as she could. "And if you're up for it..." she tapered off as she helped Camila off of the counter. "We can try again tomorrow."
A/N
Okay I thought this fluffy chapter was cute af.
ALSO I CHOKED AT THE PICTURE I USED FOR THIS CHAPTER JDKABSKABA
Does anyone else NOT know how to ride a bike? If you can ride a bike, tell me a funny story about one of your adventures. Fun fact, I've been run over by my own bike a number of times. Like, actually run over. That fucking piece of shit is possessed. But whatever. I'll let it go.
Ps: I only proofed it once so sorry for any typos or awkward sentences lol
Anyway, I hope everyone's having a good day today. Happy Labor Day. Enjoy your day off, but I hope you've done all of your homework so you don't have to cram tonight. Also make sure you're getting enough sleep and stuff. Camren is real. ily all xx