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i feel inclined to make a new blog with a new muse but like im confused if i should do a single muse or a multimuse or something like that

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TRIALS. AND. TRIBULATIONS.

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          "M'kay. Sounds like a plan, then," Camila said with a corresponding nod. For the first time in that day, or forever, the two actually agreed on something. They agreed on something Camila had said first, but she didn't dare point that out. Instead, she just smiled to herself secretively.

          "Who cares if we get late?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Won't that just make things more dramatic and awaited?" She grinned, trying to piss Lauren off, really. "I mean, what if they saw me go down your grand staircase in this pretty dress, and they would be like, 'Oooh, that's Lauren's fianc—'" She cut herself off and made a face. She didn't like the sound of that.

          "I don't care!" she yelled, pointing to the door repetitively. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" she told the taller girl and made wild hand gestures. Camila released a relieved sigh, a smile on her lips as she watched Lauren exit the door, before rushing to lock it. She went to the girl's closet and pulled out a few dresses that caught her eye, setting them down on Lauren's bed. She placed her hands on her hips as she listened to the other's question, before humming.

          She thought about it (or she was too busy thinking about which dress would suit her best), before saying, "The fountain," for no particular reason. "It happened by a fountain," she repeated, picking up the light blue dress, and looking at the pink one once again.

           The girl was cool with just playing it by ear, but of course her other half was — not to Lauren’s surprise — freaking out over their situation. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t they just do it and have it be over with. Lauren couldn’t help but just stare at the other girl, ultimately just giving in with a sigh. Camila kind of had a point. It’d be safer to just get their story straight while they still could.

           ”Fine. You ask me a question, I’ll answer.” Lauren shrugged her shoulders with a smirk playing on her lips, feeling just a little impressed with herself. “And I’ll do the same for you until we have our story straight.”

          It was starting to become painfully obvious that it wasn’t her stress that would be the end of her. But the fact that she’d have to deal the dilemma known as Camila Cabello for an entire six months. At least she’d have Vero at this stupid dinner to keep her from running out the front door. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest Lauren eyed Camila … who was still adamant about not changing. “Will you get dressed already, Camila, you’re going to make us late.”

          The first genuine laugh of the night got away from Lauren as the younger girl proceeded to try to kick her out of the room, albeit a lot more polite than how she’d forced Camila into the room. “Really?” She scoffed. “I’ve seen you change before — we had gym together.” And in all honesty, Lauren would be lying if she said she wasn’t the least bit interested to see just how much Camila had grown into herself. The girl was far from the dork that she was back in high school. “Fine!” With a heavy exasperated sigh Lauren stormed out of the room, leaning up against the closed door.

          “First question, where was our first kiss?” Her voice went quiet towards the end of the question as she shifted uncomfortably,waiting for Camila to open the door.

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so, so important

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screwxups said: Such a good fic….so cute

i'm oN CHAPTER FOUR BE HAPpY FOR ME AYY PROGRESS AYYY

lolz pero like srsly on chapter four and already shipping it harder than fedex

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trials and tribulations journey: chapter 3 out of 70something

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          A smile washes over Kai's face at the boy's statement, before laughing. "Hey. Good pants or no good pants, I'm still gonna love you, babe." He winked at the other playfully. He didn't really know what made him like that, though.

          He put a hand on his heart, feigning a touched expression. He got down on one knee. "You are very nice and very lovely. I'm keeping you forever."

        Wesley tries suppressing a laugh and tries to genuinely act surprising and touched. He inhales shakily.

            “Shit I should’ve worn my good pants today,” he mumbles, a snicker accidentally passes his lips for a nanosecond.

              “I— I do! I will accept you, heart, mind and soul.” 

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          "Ay, baby. I can't afford you some of those fancy diamond rings and shit, so you're getting this one." He hands out a Ring Pop with a small smile. "Do you accept me?"

          Kai, you can't just fool around with your best friend like that.

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          "Hey, uh... I s-sort of misplaced my i-inhaler. S-So I was wondering if you could k-kindly look for it?"

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          "Well, yeah, we can both agree on that," Camila said, nodding her head with a frown on her face. She can't wait for this whole marriage thing to pass so she can file divorce papers with Lauren freaking Jauregui, and she can be a free soul once more!

          "Really?" Her eyebrows furrowed again. "And what if they ask you and you give them a different story?" she asked, thinking about the whole thing first unlike the other girl who seemed to be so chill about everything. Wasn't she supposed to be freaking out or anything? Because Camila Cabello was, and she was freaking out bad! "I can, though..." she muttered, trying not to sound unsure.

          At first, Camila was sort of skeptic to do as told, because she really didn't want to be bossed around by Lauren, and she didn't ever want to wear Lauren's clothes, but she thought about how she'd brought nothing with her today, so she reconsidered. "Alright, alright! Sheesh, kebab. Too much stress will kill you, for sure." She made a funny face at herself (or maybe at Lauren, she didn't really know), before making for the closet.

          She turned to look at the other girl and raised her eyebrows. "Well? Get out, will you?"

          Truth be told, Lauren had managed to do a lot with her life since high school. Since the days that she walked around the halls torturing whatever unfortunate freak that just so happened to cross her path, most of the time it was Camila. But those days were long gone, and the girl had in fact changed immensely. It was simply the shorter brunette’s existence that had her in a foul mood. The fact that she had to marry this girl. 

          “I get it.” Lauren quickly interjected, tired of hearing the girl talk. “You don’t want to be married to me, and I don’t want to be married to you, at least we can agree on that.” She spat in return. She just wanted it to be over already. The dinner, the wedding, the six months of being married to Camila.

          Lauren raised an eyebrow. “Are you partially deaf or do you just like repeating what people say? Yes, Camila, you’re going to have to make something up when people ask how we met, it’s kind of the only way this is going to work. Do you think you can handle that without screwing it up?”

          The older girl shook her head. Be nice, Lauren. The act is just for two days. She had to constantly remind herself now that this wasn’t Camila’s fault … that in fact it was kind of hers for doing whatever she’d done to mess things up with Cece. “Yes. Which means no jeans, and definitely no converse.” Lauren nodded her head towards the closed door. “That’s the closet with all my old clothes in it, pick out a dress or something. I don’t really care.” She stood there with her arms crossed waiting for the other girl to get moving. “Really? What are you waiting for?”

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Belle looked away for a moment, an inexplicable but completely unpleasant feeling in her chest as she did so, her hands clasped tightly together as she tried so hard for her facade not to break. "I don't know..." she muttered. "Maybe because I'm not good enough."

Blue left out a frustrated sign, “This is such bullshit.” She muttered, while running her fingers through her locks. “I can’t believe that you actually think this is ,might be a possibility. You know that I love you, why would I throw what we have away for someone else?”

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          Camila's eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief at the other's statement. She may or may not have been hurt, because she may or may not have wished that Lauren had changed and become at least a little bit tolerable now. But no, she was still the same, after all. And that leaves her to pull up a small, fake and sarcastic smile just to push away any evidence of Lauren's words getting to her.

          "So don't be so hard on me, because neither of us asked for this, and as if I'd ever want to get married to you," she spat. "You're the last person I'd ever want to marry," she muttered. "And, to top it all up, I'm straight! How ironic!" she continued muttering to herself, her hands and eyebrows doing the thing they would when she's muttering to herself while she's upset.

          "Well, yeah." She shrugged, rubbing her arm uncomfortably. Her parents have told her that there was, in fact, going to be a dinner tonight, and that's the time everyone would see her as Lauren's fiancee. Not that they knew of the couple's past or whatever. But she would be forced to act in love with Lauren, and that's the worst part. She wasn't even in love with Lauren.

          And she might never will!

          "Wait, make something up?" Camila asked with confusion washing over her face. Before she could even get an answer from the other girl, she was shoved into Lauren's bedroom, and this made her pull her eyebrows together in confusion. "Hey! I like Converse! They make me comfortable!" she argued, looking down at her shoes and shuffling her feet. "Wait... no. I'm going to wear something pretty tonight?" Her forehead scrunched in worry.

          Lauren raised an eyebrow at Camila’s accusation, finding it a little ridiculous. “You give me way too much credit.” She answered bitterly. “I don’t need to pretend to do anything for any reason. You disturb me just by being in the same room as me.” How the hell were they supposed to survive an entire wedding at this rate?

           ”Yeah well, obviously neither did I.” Lauren wouldn’t be surprised if Camila honestly thought that all of this had been her idea, given their history. But she didn’t say anything on the matter, because the idea alone of having to defend herself made her want to run out of the room and forget about this stupid fake wedding nonsense.They stood there in a stand-off position for a few long excruciatingly silent moments, just staring.

           Lauren shifted uncomfortably and took a step away. “They did tell you about the dinner tonight, right?” She finally asked, exhausted — drained even. It’d been minutes and still no one had come running into the room to tell her that it was all a big, horrible, joke. Lauren turned around for a moment and discreetly pinched herself.  She certainly wasn’t dreaming either. Turning around on her heels, the taller brunette ran a hand through her long dark brown tresses. “If anybody asks any questions, just — I don’t know, make something up.” Lauren gave the girl a once over. “Yeah — you can’t wear that.”

          Having taken Camila by the shoulders, she shoved the girl up the stairs to her bedroom. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. These were he parents’ friends. Lawyers, businessmen, doctors, affluent people just itching to judge. “Converse, really?”

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When you see a spider by your foot:

When water gets into your ear:

When your mom tells you to take out the trash:

When your hair gets in front of your face:

When you’re too tired to walk up the stairs:

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          "I just sort of left this video call because... dude, you ditched me, and that is not nice."

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          "It's very cold and very unfair, because I never get cold." Mason frowned. "And I got bad dreams. I never get bad dreams."

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           "Eh, I dunno with you, love. I'm just saying the truth." Kai shrugged and made a face when she dipped a finger into the bowl.

Aspen dipped her finger in the batter for a taste, unhygienic though it was. “No, tastes okay to me. I’m going to keep going..” She shrugged, peering into the bowl.