Camila Cabello Imagines

This Town Part 2

Y/n
It been two weeks since I've left the bar where Camila's wedding party was at. A lot has happened in those two weeks and I'm still somewhat trying to process it. First off, I met someone new, her name is Alycia.

I got in the cab and told him the destination, not even noticing the girl that was right beside me until she said, "Hey..." I almost karate chopped her but I stop midway once I realized that the girl beside me meant no harm.

"Don't do that." I said with a hand on my chest while trying to slow down my heartbeat. I looked at her and she had wide eyes, probably freaking out over the fact that I almost attacked her. "I get scared really easily so I tend to punch or karate chop things when I'm scared, sorry for that." I said with a small chuckle. I held my hand out, waiting for her to shake it. She just giggled and finally shook my hand. "The names Y/n Y/l/n, you my friend are Alycia Debnam-Carey from the 100."

"Nice to finally meet the face of the girl whose songs are all over the radio and my phone." I blushed at her compliment and we soon get into a long conversation about everything.

Not only did that happen but Camila had postponed her wedding day. Dinah had texted me about the whole thing. Apparently Camila was puking in the bathroom and everyone was pretty much worried about her health. So just to be safe they postponed it for a couple weeks.

To say I was worried for her would be an understatement. I was in New York at the time and she was in Chicago, and I was already on my way to the airport when Dinah had told me that the puke that Camila threw up was an old recipe that Dinah had used at a little age whenever she didn't want to go to school. She had mentioned that she had taught Camila the recipe before but she never figured that she'd used it.

Once I realized that it was just fake puke, I went back to my hotel at the time. I found it weird that they had postponed the wedding since it was only fake puke but I think only Dinah knew it was fake. That girl has a knack for making things believable.

What confused me even more is the reason that Camila used the fake puke recipe, like did she use it because she didn't want to marry Shawn? Did she feel like backing out on the marriage? So many assumptions were being made in my mind but I never bothered to ask for the fear that I might be wrong and its always bad to assume things.

Besides Camila postponing her wedding date and me spending most of nights trying to not think of her, I had gone on a somewhat date with Alycia.

Alycia and I finally arrived to a nearby pier that I found online. The placed looked really great at night and so did the city of Chicago. The lights made everything look 10 times better and there were so many rides. "Where to first my lady?" I said in my best British accent. "If I didn't know you better, I would have actually thought you were from England." I smiled at her compliment and worked up the courage to finally hold her hand. She simply smiled back at me and said, "But lets go to AREA 51, that shit looks cool." She dragged me to the ride that looked like an alien ship that was spinning that such high speeds. I was starting to get worried because the it looked like it was going really fast, too fast for my stomach to handle. "I'm glad you're taking me on this date Y/n." She said while looking at me.

"It's no problem Alycia, I should be thanking you for accepting it." A giggle escaped from her mouth but I couldn't help and compare it to Camila's. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought of Camila. Soon, I was dragged on to the ride and the fear in my stomach was rising.

I looked at the ride and there was no type of seatbelts on it. HOW THE FUCK IS THIS RIDE SAFE?! I looked at Alycia and she just put her back up against the wall and was holding on to the poles beside her. I got into the same position as her and had started to recite multiple prayers. This was going to be one hell of a date.