Dear Camila,

Chapter One.

Dear Journal,

God, where do I begin? It's been a while since I've wrote. Well to start with, I'm now 17. It really is crazy how time flies when you're having the best time of your life.

We performed today. It was only a small show , however, I still get the same buzz every time myself and the girls sing together. It's as though someone has taken all of the dreams my 15 year old self once had, waved a wand and here they were, a reality.

I fell for her a little more today.
It was during her solo, I got a little lost in her smooth, velvety voice.

Once we were finished, she engulfed me in an earth shattering hug. Her slender arms wrapped around my neck and mine around her waist as I held onto her as though my life depended on it, trying my hardest to savour the intoxicating aroma of her perfume or bask in the way I shivered every time her breath hit the side of my neck. 

"You were amazing."

Those were her final whispers before she let go, I immediately felt cold without her embrace. As I looked up, I saw her latched onto Dinah, a replica of what she had seconds ago done with myself.

It was in that moment that I knew, all I was to Camila Cabello was another friend.

Friend.

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"Boo!"

Jumping at the unexpected intrusion, my head hit the roof of the bunk as I threw my journal to the side.

"Fuck," I groaned, rubbing the particular spot on my forehead that had collided with the wood.

"Oh my god Lauren, I'm so sorry," Turning my head, I was met with the beautiful brown orbs that I had found myself getting lost in on a daily basis nowadays.

Her eyes were wide, her two hands shielding her mouth in shock...or so I thought. Seconds later, I heard a stifled giggle come from behind her delicate fingers.

"Camila, it's not funny, that really hurt," I pouted, trying to elicit some kind of sympathy from the heavenly girl standing to my right, outside of my bunk.

"Awh Lolo, I'm sorry," She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip which I had the sudden overwhelming urge to kiss, "Please don't be mad at me."

"God damn it Camz," I sighed, an amused smile playing on my lips, "How can I be angry at you when you call me "LoLo" and pout like that?"

Camila's small puppy dog pout turned into a blinding white baring of teeth as she grinned from ear to ear. Unexpectedly, she began to clamber into my bunk along side me.

"Ow," I groaned as she kneed me in the stomach in her attempt to get comfy, "I think the bunk might be a bit small for this, Camz?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Lauren. I've totally got this," she argued as she struggled to squeeze into the space between myself and the bunk wall.

"Camz, it's too small for both of us!" I groaned, secretly loving the lack of space between our bodies.

"Are you calling me fat?" Camila said, her eyes wide and jaw dropped slightly.

"W-what? N-no, I didn't mean that! I-I just think mayb-" my nervous rambling was cut short when I heard the glorious giggles coming from the girl who's head was now resting on my chest while her arm was secured around my waist.