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Now You Know (Camren) Chapter 1: LAX

Summary: Camila decides to visit her old friend, Lauren, in Los Angeles for Spring Break. And, shit happens.

“Who are we picking up, anyway?” Keana groans for the millionth time that day, “This traffic is not even worth it.”

“Oh, quit your whining. You wouldn’t be here if you suck at pool so much. You should’ve known better than to bet against me in my forté,” I smirk.

“And by the way, we’re picking up my friend from high school.” Keana looks at me with wide eyes.

“Girl, this whole time I’ve been under the impression that we were picking up a lame ass uncle or something. So… male or female?”

“You see, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. Because if you’d known prior that we were picking up someone our age, you’d weasel your way to getting her number and making her uncomfortable before she even got here. After all, it is her first time in LA and I don’t want you to ruin it.”

Keana smirks as one of her eyebrows lift up, her eyes still on the road. “So, she is a female.” I throws her head back and sigh, “Is that really the only thing you got out of what I just said?”

“Jauregui, I’m just trying to make myself feel better in this traffic. Knowing that there is a female, who is probably cute, coming from Miami and all, waiting for us at the end, is keeping me sane.”

“Okay, fair enough,” I reply. The terminal from where she is supposed to be arriving to is in sight, which I points out to Keana. I scan the area and that is when I sees that familiar face. “I think I see her, you should start merging towards the curb.”

“Merging in this place is hell,” she comments, “Holy shit. That’s her?! My god, Lauren. She is fucking hot. You’ve ever hooked up with her?” Keana asks, seeing my old friend waving at us as well.

“I was too scared to even kiss a girl in high school. I was deep in the closet,” I laugh, “Mind pulling up next to her?"

Keana nods, "Alright, just checking,” she smiles deviously.

We stop in front of Terminal 4, and there she is. She looks beautiful, as she always has been. This is the first time seeing her in the flesh in three years. Of course I’ve seen her photos on Facebook and Instagram, but the internet fails to capture how much she has matured. The way her black leggings and cropped workout shirt are clinging onto her body is a bit mesmerizing.

“You good, Lauren?” Keana asks with a look in her eye saying that she knows exactly what I was thinking about. I nod and get out of the car. When I start approaching, her smile becomes directed to me and her eyes widen. “Hey Lauren!” she greets me. I hug her tightly and we pull apart. “How’ve you been Cabello?” I ask her. “I’ve been good,” the brown-eyed girl replies and I move to place her suitcases in the trunk of the car. When I re-emerge from adjusting, then readjusting the suitcases in the trunk, I see Keana stepping out of the car and introducing herself to Camila.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Keana,” she adorns a toothless smile. Keana takes Camila’s hand as the brown-eyed girl introduces herself as well. Instead of shaking it however, she keeps the hold of her hand and kisses the back of it, Camila blushing in return. At this point, my eyes have rolled out of my face and are now on the pavement below me.

“Alright, alright,” I interrupt them, “Time to get out this hellhole.” They step away from each other and Keana opens the back door for Camila. I swear, this girl. We all get into the car and I begin to give Keana directions to the freeway. When we reach the 405, I stop giving her directions since we’re familiar with getting back home from here. The radio is faint, so Keana initiates a conversation.

“So Camila, what brings you to LA?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to come here. And Lauren and I came in contact again a couple of months ago and we kind of arranged for me to take a trip out here. Spring break is two weeks long at MiamiU and I didn’t feel like getting trashed on Miami Beach like every other year,” she laughs.

“Well it’s a good thing that your spring break aligns with ours, huh?” Keana winks at Camila through the rear view mirror.

Camila hums in response, “Perfect."

Keana begins to talk about all the hot spots near UCLA, where we both attend. She also mentions how we met at UCLA’s Bruin Bash, which is the university’s welcome back concert.

"Lauren was out of her fucking mind at Bruin Bash,” Keana exaggerates, to which I laugh hysterically. “I was in no position to deny alcohol- free alcohol by the way, from anyone, and by the time the concert actually started, I could barely stand.”

“Yeah, Jessica, my roommate my first year here, had to practically tend to her all night. And in more ways than one,” she adds.

“I barely remember anything about that night, but I woke up in Jessica’s bed alone, super hungover, and Keana was blasting Drake. I was gonna strangle her, but she offered getting breakfast together and we’ve been friends ever since,” I explain to Camila.

“So hold up, Lauren Jauregui was openly hooking up with a female? I’m surprised. The Lauren I knew would have never,” Camila teases.

“Well, college and booze have a way of doing that to people,” I shrug. We continue with our small talk and we finally arrive to my apartment, where I’ve been living in the past two years when attending UCLA. Keana turns on her hazard lights and pops her trunk. I get out of the car and Camila follows my lead after thanking Keana for the ride. I grab the brunette’s baggage, place it on the sidewalk, and shut the trunk. Keana snakes her arms around the back of the passenger seat and leans towards the window.

“So Camila, my roommates and I are throwing a party at our place tonight. You coming?"

"Since when are you having a party? I didn’t even know about this and I practically live there,” I claim.

“Since our lovely friend over here,” she eyes Camila, “decided to come down here for her Spring Break."

Camila looks at me for approval, to which I respond with a nonchalant shrug. "Sounds fun, Keana. Lauren and I will be there.”

“I’ll text Lauren when it’s a good time to come over. See you later, beautiful. Oh, and you too Lauren, I guess."

"Hah, hah,” I laugh sarcastically as Keana drives away. I turn back to Camila and we both grab a suitcase, heading towards the flight of stairs. We’re practically dragging the bags upstairs until we reach the second floor of the building. We walk in the hallway for bit, finally reaching my door. I fish the keys out of my jacket and fumble the into the lock. When I open the door, we’re welcomed with the smell of bacon. The person manning the stove turns around to greet us.

“Mani, it’s three in the afternoon. Why are you making breakfast?”

“There’s never a bad time for breakfast, and I just woke up,” Normani yawns. She stretches her arms above her head and finally realizes that Camila is there.

“Oh god,” she says, looking at her watch, “It’s the 8th already? I look awful, I’m so sorry. You must be Camila.” Normani extends her hand and Camila shakes it and smiles politely.

“That’s me. And you are..?"

"Normani, Lauren’s roommate. Are you hungry? I think I made enough for you guys to eat."

"I’m good for now, thanks. You, Lauren?” she responds.

“I ate before picking her up so I’ll manage. We’re just gonna go to my room and settle Camila in,” I answer.

“That’s cool, I’m here if y'all need anything” Camila follows me into my room and settles her stuff down on at the foot of my bed. She takes a moment to look around my room, closely looking at the pictures that adorn most of the space on my wall. The brown-eyed girl stops when she spots herself.

“You have the picture of us at homecoming?” she asks, pleasantly surprised.

“Of course, that was a really fun night. Did I ever thank you for taking me to my first public school event?"

"It was no problem, Laur. Everyone loved you,” she reminisces, leaving my cheeks red.

“You’re just saying that.”

“But I’m not. I know because I was one of them,” she confesses, but I don’t have to think of a response because she suddenly jumps to another topic. “So, how do you suppose we spend our time before heading to Keana’s?” she questions.

“There’s a pretty good ice cream parlor that’s not too far from here if you’re interested.”

She moans at the thought, “Lauren, I fucking love ice cream. I’m down. Should I change for the party now?"

"We’ll come back here before then, so there’s no need. And I’m sure Keana would still be pleased to see you even if you were wearing a trash bag.”

“Keana is definitely a… character,” Camila giggles.

“That’s Keana, for you.”

“These next two weeks are going to be real interesting,” Camila breathes.

“We’ll just have to wait and see, don’t we Cabello?” I reply.

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic so tell me what you guys want! I have no idea what I’m doing but I love Camren!!11!! I’m on wattpad, so come thru.

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Now You Know (Camren) Chapter 2: Garden Trails

Camila and I step out of the apartment and make our way down the stairs of the building. It’s a beautiful day out in Los Angeles; There’s a gentle breeze flowing in the air providing some relief from the sun that the clouds fail to cover today. We carry a simple conversation as we’re walking down the sidewalk that is a part of my daily commute to classes. After we walk for a bit, we’re finally at the line for Diddy Riese. It’s one of the hot spots that Keana mentioned during the ride from the airport. Surprisingly, it’s not as busy as I expected on a Saturday afternoon. We wait for in the short until someone is available to take our order. The kind, Hispanic gentleman behind the counter helps us and scoops chocolate ice cream in between chocolate chip cookies for Camila and coffee and chocolate chip with walnut cookies for me.

“Okay ladies, that will be four dollars,” I open my wallet and scout for a five dollar bill, but when it’s finally in hand, I see that Camila is already handing him money. He opens the register, giving Camila a dollar in change that she then places in the tip jar.

“Muchas gracias, señor!” she manages to mutter in gratitude while the ice cream sandwich is in her mouth. She is fucking adorable. He tilts his head up in reply with a smile on his face before tending to the other customers.

“You didn’t have to do that Camila, but thank you,” I tell her as we sit ourselves down on a table just outside the ice cream shop.

“Boohoo Jauregui, I can spare four dollars. These ice cream sandwiches are heavenly, by the way,” she says, taking another bite.

“So how is it back home?” I ask her.

“Honestly, it feels the same. My parents insisted that I dorm at MiamiU, which I thought was kind of pointless because it’s just a little over a twenty-minute drive from home. But now I know that they wanted to give me some sense of independence, which I respect. It kind of defeats the purpose that I come home almost every weekend for a home-cooked meal,” she laughs, “I also share some classes with some of your private school friends.”

"Do you happen to share a class with Alexa? I know you’re both majoring in Psychology.”

I see Camila stiffen at the name, but she nods regardless.

“We weren’t as close as we were at Carrolton,” I share, “But I do talk to her every once in a while. I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned that you guys share classes.”

“Oh- yeah,” she sucks in a breath nervously, which I give her a strange look for. “Are you guys on, uh, good terms? She’s not a bitch to you, is she? I know Alexa can be like that sometimes but I swear-”

“No, no. It’s not like that. Alexa is fine.” Something about her tone is off, but I decide to not press it further.

After we finish our desserts, disposing of them in a trashcan nearby. we’re on the sidewalk again heading to another destination I have in mind. “Lauren?” I turn to her and she speaks up again, “I know I’ve only been here for a total of two hours, but I’m pretty sure that your apartment is in the opposite direction,” she says jokingly.

“Camila, don’t worry. I wanted to show you something.” We head towards a pocket on campus that has become sort of sanctuary since moving out to LA.

“Should’ve known where you’d be taking me, Jauregui,” when she sees the sign that reads Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden. “You were always one for nature.”

We walk along the trail and I watch as she takes in the diversity of plant species that call this garden their home.

As we head further into the trail, there’s a woman who has settled herself on a stool overlooking the pond, sketchpad on her lap and pencils in hand. Camila leaves my side and attempts to sneak a peek at the sketcher’s progress, making a big show of tiptoeing towards her. I have to cover my mouth with my hands to stop myself from laughing too hard. I watch from afar when she dramatically strains her neck as she’s behind the artist. To both of our surprises, the artist turns around and greets Camila in a friendly manner. I can tell from here that Camila is super embarrassed to have been caught due to her body language. The two beside the pond converse but from my place, I cannot hear a damn word they’re saying.

My mind goes back in forth in deciding to be stagnant and observe them awkwardly from here or to walk up and jump into their conversation. Fortunately enough, Camila makes that decision for me when she waves and gestures me to come towards her. I oblige of course and when I get closer to them and the artist stands up from her seat. I get a full visual of her and realize that I’ve seen this woman before.

“Hey, I know you.” Her index finger goes back and forth from her chin to me as she tries to figure out who I am while I’m doing the same thing, surveying her brown eyes and slightly wavy locks.

“You’re the barista at the coffee shop next to the art department,” I say confidently.

“Yes,” she validates, “And you come around noon-ish like every other day if I’m correct?” I nod in response, “Yeah, I usually come after my ten o'clock art history class.”

“I don’t think we’ve properly introduced ourselves, but I’m Lucy. But I’m sure that my name tag could have told you that.” She transfers the pencil in her right hand to her left to give me a proper handshake.

“Lauren,” I introduce myself simply.

“So, Camila caught me right when I finished with my sketch,” she laughs and takes the sketchpad laying on her stool to show me her work.

“It’s beautiful,” I express truthfully. Lucy managed to capture everything from the plants on the outskirts of the pond to the ripples and the lily pads within it. “Exactly what I said, but she doesn’t believe me,” Camila adds.

“You can have it,” Lucy proposes.

Camila and I look at each other, puzzled. “We can’t do that,” Camila argues, “You obviously put so much work into it.”

“It’s really no big deal, I have hundreds of these back in my room. Just take it, I insist.” She rips the paper out of the pad’s seams and holds it out to Camila. Camila accepts it and smiles at her graciously, “Thank you.”

Lucy matches her smile and packs up her things, “Well, I’ll see you around Lauren. And Camila, enjoy your time here. Also- it’s never too late. Best of luck to you.” The barista winks at Camila and I catch her eyeing me knowingly before she’s on the trail again heading towards the exit. I wonder what the hell that was about, but I don’t bother questioning Camila about it.

“That was nice of her,” I express as I lead us deeper into the garden. The sketch is rolled in her hand carefully to avoid any creases. “Yeah, it was,” she sighs contently.

“What were you guys talking about before I got there?“

"I don’t know, really. I was just kinda blabbering because I was so embarrassed,” she laughs, reminded of what just happening. I sit down on a bench along the paved trail and motion for Camila to join me.

“I almost forgot how good you are with people,” I praise as she settles beside me.

She deflects my compliment with a pursing of her lips, blowing air out of them and rolling her eyes.

“But I’m serious. You always say the right things. Look- you even caught yourself in a nearly awkward situation and got a fucking work of art out of it,”

“I can say the same to you,” she dishes back, blushing, “And thanks, Lauren.”

I hum in response as I make myself more comfortable on the bench. I stretch my legs out in front of me and allow my wingspan to rest on the bench’s length. The bench I’ve chosen is under the sun and the warmth causes me to close my eyes and lean my head back to bask in the sunlight. Camila has also managed to make herself comfortable. The sketch is laid down beside her and her head is propped up on her left elbow, upper body is slightly facing me. There is silence between the brunette and me, but it is far from uncomfortable. It’s a few minutes until a word is said from either of us.

I open my eyes for a second and I notice that she is hovering her hand over her eyes in an attempt to cover them from the sun. Although she looks adorable squinting, I reach for the sunglasses that I barely remember that were on my head and hand them to her.

“Here,” I tell her, sunglasses still in my hand, “They’ll look better on you anyway.”

She smiles and gently takes them from me. When the round shaped sunglasses finally settle on the bridge of her nose, she turns back Ito me.

“How do they look?” I giggle when I look at my lopsided sunglasses on her smirking face.

I sigh, “Just as goofy as I remember, Camz.”

“I did a little growing these past three years, I’ll have you know,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Oh, really? Now I’m curious.”

“Well for starters, I have mastered the art of using chopsticks. I’d show you, but I left my lucky chopsticks back home,” she jokes that emits a laugh at my end.

“I have to see this for myself. And I know the perfect place.” I think about the sushi restaurant that I’ve become a regular of (during happy hour of course, I’m still a broke college kid). I pull my phone out of my jacket pocket and look at the time. “But we’ll have to do that another day. We still gotta get ready for the party,” I say disappointed, probably rooted from my desire to unwind a little more. But I cannot pass up on an opportunity for Camila to meet my friends. I know she’ll love them as much as they’ll love her. Like… who doesn’t love her? All the years I’ve known her really showed me how great of a friend she is, especially when we met in our teens. Anyone would be lucky to have her. And with that, my conscience begins to travel to Camila’s whereabouts in the years our friendship was on a bit of a hiatus. Before I can stop myself, I suddenly blurt out her name.

“What’s up?”

“Have you dated in college?” I wondered aloud.

“I was in a relationship with one person,” she says and pauses. “I knew I had to tell you eventually,” she sighs, “that I dated Alexa.”

Her reply leaves me shocked, but I still manage to respond. “Like, my friend, Alexa?”

“Yeah,” she confirms, “We belonged to the same study group the last quarter of our sophomore year. I recognized her from one of your old posts on Facebook or something, and we just got to talking, then seeing each other out of the study group. For like, a year.” Oh wow, I unintentionally set them up together.

“I had no idea, honestly. When did you guys… stop dating?”

“Yeah, Alexa and I weren’t the types to flaunt our relationship. We broke up a few months after New Year’s. Probably around the time I started talking to you again after god knows how long. Like, don’t get me wrong. Alexa was good to me. It kills me knowing that I hurt her. I just…” she huffs, trying to find the right words, “I couldn’t find myself to fall in love with her,” I emphasized, “Which was so stupid of me.”

“That’s not stupid,” I reassure her.

“It’s stupid because I’ve been stuck since high school,” she admits.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s always going to be that one person you’re never not going to be in love with,” she says ambiguously. I try to recall our conversations in the past to conjure up who she’s talking about, but my memory fails me.

“And who is that for you?”

“It really doesn’t matter anymore,” she whispers, “But I’ll figure it out.”

We leave the conversation at that. It takes only a few more minutes until we’re back at my place. I suggest to Camila that she should get ready first while I order some food before the party, my reasoning being that drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is a terrible idea. She complies and heads into my room, shutting the door behind her. I grab one of the Chinese takeout menus that Normani and I have saved on the kitchen countertop and take a seat on the couch in the living room.

I skim through the brochure but my mind is elsewhere. And by elsewhere, I mean on Camila and Alexa dating. I could not fathom my mutual friends in a relationship. I always used to think of Camila as my little secret, being friends from different schools and all. She was a nice escape from the group of friends that I have known for basically my entire life. It was kind of disheartening knowing that not the case in college. I can’t say I didn’t expect it because it’s fucking Camila Cabello. I thoughts drift back to the conversation we had moments ago.

That person had no idea who they were missing out on- Damn fool.

A/N: Oblivious Lauren is the best Lauren (not really). Thoughts? Concerns? Suggestions? I’d like to hear them all! Flashbacks are coming thru soon. And I may be in need of a beta reader. Message me if you’re interested. :)

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