yellow ➸ camren

four

"The apartment is warm, we'll be there soon," Ally tried to comfort the girl, unsure of what else to do. Her and Lauren exchanged glances and Lauren sighed heavily. This was already adding up to be a long day. She turned into the parking lot of the apartment and parked the car, not even bothering to wait for the other two girls.

She took the stairs, sighing once she made it to their floor. They'd accidentally left the apartment unlocked, so Lauren slipped inside quickly, leaving her muddy boots by the door and heading straight to her bedroom.

The dark haired girl changed into a pair of sweatpants and one of her favorite t-shirts. She pulled her wet hair up into a messy bun and scrubbed her face raw until all of the makeup was gone. She took a few moments to look at herself in the mirror, rolling her eyes at her disheveled appearance before heading back downstairs.

Ally and Camila were nowhere in sight, but Lauren could tell they were home by the muddy footprints at the door. She told herself she didn't care about what they were doing and headed into the kitchen.

"Noooo."

Lauren lifted her head out of the refrigerator when she heard Camila's voice whine from upstairs. As much as she wanted to go see what was wrong, she forced herself to ignore it and grabbed two slices of cheese from the drawer before closing the refrigerator.

There was rustling from upstairs and the opening and closing of multiple doors, and Lauren hummed softly to herself to try and drown out the noise. She set a pan on the stove and waited for it to heat up. Just as she finished retrieving the bread from the pantry, she heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hi," Camila smiled, standing across the kitchen from Lauren. The green eyed girl turned around. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she saw the girl in front of her. Camila was wearing another one of Lauren's t-shirts, which came down to the middle of her thighs. She didn't have any pants on, or socks and shoes. Lauren noticed the bandages on her feet, which she assumed Ally had changed.

The smaller girl's hair was wet, and pulled up in a sad attempt at a messy bun. There were still a few loose stands of dark hair hanging down and framing her face. She somehow made it look cute. Cute. Lauren cursed herself for using that word.

Before Lauren could say anything, Ally came running down the stairs with a pair of Lauren's pajama pants in her hand. "You forgot these," she handed them to Camila, who studied them for a few moments. Ally saw the questioning look Lauren was giving her and bit her lip. "She insisted on wearing your clothes, I don't know," Ally shrugged.

"Oh," Lauren mumbled. Camila pulled on the pants and patted the soft material happily. "What took so long?" The green eyed girl asked, trying to ignore the feeling that was arising in her stomach from seeing Camila in her clothing.

"Well I discovered that she can shower on her own," Ally nodded once and motioned to Camila, who was still petting the fuzzy material of her pajama pants. "Which is a good thing, I think," she bit her lip and studied Lauren's face.

"Thank god for that," Lauren shook her head. She was still extremely confused by everything that had happened in the past two days. A clattering noise snapped her out of her thoughts and both her and Ally whipped their heads around. Camila stood next to the stove, with the overturned pan now on the floor.

"Hot," Camila nodded once and pointed to the pan. Ally and Lauren exchanged glances.

"Well, have fun with that," Ally winked at Lauren. "This girl's got homework to catch up on." Lauren glared at her, but Ally disappeared up the stairs before she could respond.

Lauren groaned and walked over to Camila. "Of course it's hot," she rolled her eyes and grabbed the pan by the handle. Once she set it back on the stove, she sprayed the surface with cooking spray and made sure the oven was still on. "Don't touch it," she warned Camila, pointing to the stove.