Dinah: Are you on your way?
Camila: No, when I texted "on my way" 10 minutes ago, I was lying.
Dinah: Hey, don't be an eggroll.
Camila: Shut up. You're an eggroll.
Dinah: You can't just turn the insult around on me. You have to create your own. You lazy bastard.
Camila: Dinah, why are you being so rude to me?
Dinah: I'm not. I treat you like this on a daily, kiddo.
Camila: Well, maybe you shouldn't. I'm getting really sick and tired of it Dinah Jane.
Dinah: Lol okay, Karla Camila.
Camila: Fuck off.
Dinah: No, fuck on. You get better results.
Camila: Ew, why are you like this?
Dinah: I'm just saying.
Camila: Well, say less.
Dinah: It's a free country.
Camila: Not anymore. Look who the president is.
Dinah: Oh yeah, cheeto man.
Camila: I'm here.
Dinah: Come in.
Camila: The door is locked.
Dinah: So open it?
Camila: ITS LOCKED DINAH.
Dinah: Omg, okay. I'm coming.
Camila: Ew, I didn't need to know that.
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Fifth Harmony TextsFanfiction
Inside their phones, are text messages... that are mostly hella weird and screwed up, but hey, that's comedy. p.s I'll try to post a chapter as often as I can.