I hope she forgave me.
"I don't want to make things awkward between us. If she doesn't want to be my roommate, I can just move out to another room so she wont be uncomfortable. I caused her so many troubles before. I just really hope she can get pass our past."
This past few hours I can barely keep my mind off of my predicament. My mind is still pretty overwhelmed that I can make things right between Camila and I once again. I can maybe take this chance without messing anything up all over again. My two friends has been nothing but supportive and helpful to me.
I really fucked up that one good thing that I had.
Normani patted my back softly with sympathy "Don't worry too much Lo. She might already have forgave you. It's been a year already." I buried my face on my pillow and groaned. I really shouldn't stress this much over this. Camila is a really sweet girl but I doubt she can forgive me for everything I've done. "Seriously, just relax. Here's your sketchbook to get your mind off of Camila." Normani handed me my sketchbook before going back to her whatever she's doing on her phone.
I just stared blankly at the cover.
I look around the room to find something to draw. My head instinctively snapped towards Camila's bed. I quickly opened my sketchbook and started to sketch the figure on my mind. Long flowing brown hair, coffee colored eyes, vibrant smile, perfect teeth, petite...
I blink my eyes rapidly.
"Oh my God," I groaned out. Normani looked at me weirdly "What's wrong now?"
I just showed her my sketch. I really can't keep my mind off of her.
"Wow," Normani whistled jokingly "That's tough." I threw a pillow at her that hit her straight on the face. "Camila's coming back soon so I should go." Normani said. "Bye, don't let the door hit you once you get out." I muttered. Normani flipped me off before slamming the door shut. Ten minutes later, the door opened to reveal Camila. She set her bag down by the door and jumped on her bed. I set my sketchbook aside and rolled over my side facing Camila. She turned her head and looked at me.
"Hey," Camila quietly said.
"Hi," I giggled.
"Do you ever..." She whispered hesitantly. I gestured for her to continue talking and she continued "Do you ever wish we could go back like the way before?" I tilted my head and looked at her confused. I thought about for a second before I gave her a sad smile "I just wish I didn't treat you liked shit back then." I muttered. "Lo, I already forgave a long time ago. Besides, I never felt like you did something wrong to me before. Those years... Those years were the best." She grinned. "But do you want to get back to-" She stopped talking as if she suddenly realized what she was talking about.
"Nevermind."
"So, how's your family?" Camila asked.
"They were supportive of me once I was at the right mind. They did their best to help me recover and stop my addiction. Chris and Taylor welcomed me back..." I answered. "That's good."
"How about you?"
"Nothing really changed. They're still the same supportive and cheerful family. Once I told them that I wanted to make a career out of singing, they were really surprised but were still really happy for me nonetheless."
"You still sing?" I excitedly said with a huge grin plastered on my face. She nodded her head furiously like she was really happy and excited when it comes to music. "I still sing. I never stopped. Music makes me feel something I've never felt before. It's something like... Relief. Like I'm free. There's no weight on my shoulders. I sometimes sing at bars to get noticed but it still not paying off... " Her smile were replaced with a frown. I reached across the opposite bed and squeezed Camila's hand "Don't worry. You're a really amazing singer. Just keep working hard and you'll get noticed soon enough."
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"Thanks." I notice her cheeks redden and I let out a small smirk.
"I heard you're a photographer now. You also paint and draw right?"
Now it's my turn to nod my head with excitement.
"Art is amazing. It shows what the person is. How the person feels. The expression and imagination of the person transforming into a picture. It shows skill, talent. How the person fills the empty blank spaces in beautiful ways. You have to love art to really feel like your one with what yourself. And as for photography, I love taking pictures so much. I can't explain it, really. If you ask me, I'd say I'm more serious about photography." I chuckled.
I looked in Camila's eyes to see pure adoration. "I just rambled didn't I?"
Camila giggled cutely "It was adorable. You really love art, don't you?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off. Comfortable silence engulfed us and I didn't want to break it. After a few minutes, I can hear light snoring just to see Camila dozing off. I let out a laugh and closed my eyes.
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"Camz," Lauren slurred with her words as she stumbled inside our shared apartment. I quickly ran out of the kitchen to the hallway. I heard a loud thump and loud groaning. As I near by the hallway, I see Lauren laying by the door groaning and clutching her stomach. She looked completely drunk out of her mind. This isn't really the first time she came home like this. She's been like this for the past few weeks. When I ask her how she's doing, she would always she's fine. I tried to help her but Lauren would either ignore me or just storm out of the room.
I crouched and helped her stand up. Lauren opened her eyes and looked at me before she pushed me away making me fall on the floor. I looked up to see Lauren looking at me with anger and sadness "I don't need your help!"
"Lauren I'm just trying to-"
"No! No! You can't help me! You don't know how I feel!" My girlfriend screamed as tears were building up in her green orbs. Her chest heaved with great anger. "I- I'm..." I see a flash of regret that quickly got overpowered by her rage "It's your fault!" Lauren hissed. "It's your fault for making me believe everything will go just fine!"
"I didn't want to believe you!" I flinched at her harsh words. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks. "Lauren," I stood up and made my way towards her. The more I come closer, she walks away from my hold. "You're just saying that. You aren't sober. Calm down." I weakly told her. I tried to hug her and she stormed out to our room with the door slamming with a loud bang. Salty tears were now flowing freely and slid down on the floor holding myself.
Is it really my fault? Did she really feel this way? What if... Does she not want me anymore? She wasn't always like this.
I walked to the living room and dialed my friend's number "Ari-Ariana..." I choked out through my tears and the lump building in my throat. I hear the panicking voice of my friend "Camila?! What's wrong?!" She said with clear worry. I just whimpered and quietly answered "Can I- Can I come to your house? I- Um... Lauren and I had a fight."
"Please?" I pleaded. I need time to cool down. Maybe just this night...
"Of course! Are you sure you're fine though? I can pick you up from your apartment."
"No it's fine. I could just drive there. I'll be there in 5."
"Okay... Sure. Be careful driving!" My trembling hands ended the call and I quickly and quietly ran out of the apartment without saying anything to Lauren. I didn't want to wake up Lauren. I scrambled inside my car and drove to Ari's house. There's not much cars driving in this neighborhood anymore since it already like... 1:30 am. I've always liked night more than the day. The night is always colorful, with the stars twinkling and street lights lighting the road.
