you make me sick (for being so perfect)

Nineteen.

Camila arrives in the art room with Ally, laden with both her and Lauren's lunches. "So are you going to go out with Will, then?"

"I don't know," Ally holds the door open for her and Camila sends her a grateful smile, because there's no way she'd be able to open it herself. "I'm thinking about it."

"I mean, you could have fun," Camila suggests, "that was why I said yes to Austin initially. The possibility of fun."

Ally raises her eyebrows. "And why'd you say yes to Lauren initially?"

"Oh, because it was certain I'd have fun with her." Camila replies, dropping the food on their regular table, Lauren the only one occupying it since she'd done extra art during her free period. "Hey, Lolo. We're talking about how Ally should stop being so single and go out with this guy who asked her out."

"I'm thinking about it." Ally repeats as Camila gives Lauren her lunch. "I don't really know him. He could turn out to be weird."

"Or he could turn out to be the love of your life," Camila counters, aware of how unrealistic the idea is. "There's all sorts of amazing possibilities out there."

"Are we talking about Ally's love life?" Dinah asks with a grin as she sits down. "Because that was practically non-existent after the Trolly break up."

Camila blinks in confusion. "Trolly? Should I know what that is?"

"It's her ship name for Ally and her ex, Troy." Normani explains, sitting down in the remaining seat next to Lauren. "Like how her ship name for you and Lo is Camren and she's the self-proclaimed captain."

Dinah grins, "Yeah, because if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gone to Lauser's when she was on her pain meds and you two wouldn't have decided to go on a date. So there. I'm the rightful captain."

"I guess so," Camila replies, before turning to her girlfriend, who has been exceptionally quiet as she eats her food. "Lolo? Are you okay?"

Lauren finishes off her sandwich and nods, not saying a word. It worries Camila a little, and she isn't sure if Lauren's being truthful, because if she was okay she'd be her usual rambly self. Right?

"Are you sure about that?" Camila asks. "You're being really quiet."

Lauren opens her mouth and then closes it again, her jaw working like a fish out of water. Then, she blurts out, "I want to paint you."

That was the last thing Camila had been expecting, but whatever, she can go with that. "Okay then. When?"

"I- um, at my house," Lauren says, rocking on her chair, "tonight. But- are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," Camila laughs, "I'm your muse, remember? Besides, it's not like you haven't drawn or painted me before."

"N-no," Lauren stutters and looks down at her feet, "that's not what I meant. I meant I wanted to paint on you. On your back."

"Oh," Camila blinks, thinking back to a few pictures she's seen on Tumblr of back paintings. She knows that Lauren's an amazing artist, so she figures why not. "Okay. That's fine. I'll come home with you and you can paint my back."

"But you- you'll have to be topless," Lauren looks at her like she's crazy before moving her gaze back down to her hands, clenching and unclenching her fingers. "You'll have to be topless and I might- um, see things. That you don't want me to see."

Camila laughs, and lowering her voice because they're in company, asks, "Lo, are you worried you'll see my b-"

"No, don't say that," Lauren is quick to interrupt her and shakes her head, "I don't- I'm not sure if it's okay for you to be topless around me. I could- um, you could always roll your shirt up, but it might get messy and... I just don't know, Camz."