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Lauren studied the room in search of Camila, finally finding her girlfriend on all fours, apparently searching for something in the bottom of her closet, her headphones in place to silence out the rest of the world with her music.

“Camz?!” Lauren called loudly, trying to get her girlfriend’s attention and failing, Camila’s music obviously too loud and preventing her from hearing. “Hey babe!” Lauren called again, stepping across the disorder beneath her feet and putting a hand on Camila’s shoulder.

Camila physically jumped in response to Lauren’s touch, one hand reaching for her chest in surprise as she fell backwards on to the floor at the unexpected intrusion.

“Shit,” Camila cursed, pulling her headphones off to hang loosely around her neck.

Camila turned her music off and laughed at herself for her reaction, Lauren smiling at the sound of her girlfriends’ amusement.

“You scared the crap out of me,” Camila said playfully as she extended one hand up towards Lauren in a silent prompt for her girlfriend to help her up off her buttocks and on to her feet. “Have you not heard of knocking?” she asked as Lauren pulled her up carefully so that she was standing in front of her.

“Yes,” Lauren returned jovially. “Have you not heard of volume control?” she questioned, tapping Camila’s headphones’ meaningfully.

“No,” Camila answered spiritedly. “What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s supposed to stop you going deaf,” Lauren chuckled. “Perhaps you should try and use it in future.” She suggested. “Otherwise when you’re grey and old you’ll have to wear hearing aids and you’ll keep asking people to repeat everything they say all the time.”

“Won’t I be doing that anyway?” Camila questioned and Lauren furrowed her brow in response, confused. “You know, when I’m senile and I can’t remember what’s been said to me from one moment to the next?” she clarified and Lauren smiled, shaking her head, entertained.

“What are you doing?” Lauren laughed glancing around the room, changing the topic.

Camila stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on Lauren’s lips.

“I’m re-organising.” Camila told her happily before moving past her and closing the bedroom door again. She walked back over to the bed and removed her headphones, placing them, along with the iPhone which had been tucked away in her back pocket on top of the duvet.

“Hey, I’ve got a message from you.” Camila noted, picking up the phone again and reading Lauren’s text from earlier.

“I know,” Lauren responded, turning to face her girlfriend fully. “I wanted to know how it went at the hospital earlier.”

“It was fine,” Camila answered non-committedly, chucking her phone back on to the bed as Lauren made a move towards her. “Careful,” she cautioned, noticing Lauren’s choice of path. “Jasper is somewhere around there.” She informed her, gesturing her hand in Lauren’s general direction.

“Jasper!” Lauren called, whistling in order to locate him, concerned about treading on the small dog.

Lauren watched as a pile of clothing started to shift on the floor and Jasper soon appeared from beneath it, stretching his back legs tiredly. He wagged his tail as he saw Lauren and walked over to her, jumping up at her legs in greeting.

“Jasper,” Camila chastised at his lack of discipline. “Sit.” She commanded and he obeyed, sitting on his back legs quickly.

“Good boy” Lauren praised, scratching behind his ear as Camila picked up a bag of treats and offered one of them to Lauren so that she could give it to him.

Lauren took the small biscuit and held it out for him in her hand.

“Here you go,” she said, but Jasper waited patiently for something and remained still.

“Take it,” Camila instructed as she placed the bag back on to her nightstand and Jasper did as he was told, taking hold of the biscuit in his mouth and trotting over to sit in front of the door on his stomach as he ate it.

“Wow,” Lauren said watching after the small dog. “Impressive.”

“He’s definitely getting better,” Camila commented and Lauren nodded her head in agreement. “He still gets overexcited sometimes,” she recognised, “especially when it comes to you”

“That makes the two of you then,” Lauren teased and Camila’s grin grew wide, a smirk appearing on her face.

“So I was thinking that we could take Jasper to the park or something?” Camila said, picking up a jumper from the bed and starting to fold it up neatly.

“You don’t want to finish tidying this up?” Lauren asked her, looking around at the clutter.

“I can do it later,” Camila said, “I was just looking for something anyway.”

“What?” Lauren asked with interest, her eyes falling unconsciously on the barren walls where Camila’s pictures had been located after her return from rehabilitation.

“It doesn’t matter,” Camila said, waving her hand dismissively, following Lauren’s gaze. “They’re over there.” She told her girlfriend pointing at her desk.

“What are?” Lauren asked, trying to sound oblivious but failing.

“My pictures,” Camila replied. “I could see you looking a