I ran back to the kitchen and put the steaks in the broiler. I pull theside dishes out of the oven and set them on the counter. I decide it would be kind of cool and slightly more intimate to eat in the living room. So, I quickly move some furniture around so I can lay down ablanket. I run and grab the candles that Quinn insisted I keep at my house; because apparently every girl should have dinner candles for special occasions. I look in my cupboards for the candleholders and quickly wash them and set them down on the blanket and light them. I look down at my hands and see they are shaking again. What the hell is wrong with me? I go to pour myself a shot but decide against, I instead call Quinn.
Hello?
Q I'm freaking out
Oh God, did you burn my steak?
What the hell? Quinn, come on. I'm serious.
I am too, I promised Sam a steak dinner when he got home.
I sigh. No, I didn't burn your damn steaks, and you better be on your way because I don't want you coming over while Laur and I are eating.
I'm in the lobby actually, when the steaks are done just text me and I came to the door.
Ok I say shakily.
Camila, breathe. Why are you overthinking this with Lauren?
I don't know. I like her more than I've ever liked anyone and it's scary. I've only known her for like 2 weeks.
Where is she now?
She's taking a bath.
At your place?
Yeah, it's part of my romantic night. Do you think it's creepy I ran her a bath?
Not at all. I love when I come home, and Sam has a bath run for me.
Ok, ok, ok I say while checking on the steaks. Come to the door in. 10 minutes and I'll have your dinner wrapped up.
Thanks Mila
I gotta finish setting up
I hung up the phone and finished setting up the "table" for us. I take my throw pillows and toss them on the floor strategically. I step back and look around at the set up. I go open the blinds on my huge bay window so the moonlight can stream in. I turn off the lamps and light the scented candles I have lining the windowsill and the coffee table. I hear the oven timer go off so I go pull out the steaks and smile when I see they are cooked to perfection.
I quickly wrap up Quinn and Sam's steaks and like clockwork I hear a soft knock at the door. I run to the door and step in the hall with the food.
"I want my Pyrex bowl back Q." I say sternly while handing her the bag.
"Geez, you'll get it back." Quinn said with a smile. "Thanks again."
"I just made your steak, go home and make some mashed potatoes, and broil some asparagus. Right after you put the steak on the plate place the shrimp on top and pour the butter sauce over." I informed her.
Quinn looks at me with a dumbfounded look. I laugh and reach in my pocket and pull out the very detailed instructions I wrote down for her. "Here, follow this exactly, it should take maybe 20 minutes. Keep the top on the bowl and steaks should stay hot until your sides are down." I told her.
She hugs me quickly. "Thanks, and good luck tonight."
"You're welcome and thanks." I told her.
"Call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes with her." She says while heading towards the elevator.
I go back in and plate our dinner, so it looks restaurant quality. I set the plates down on the floor, I then grab one of my best bottles of wine and pour two glasses. I look around feeling like I'm forgetting something and run back to the bedroom to grab my iPod. I knock on the bathroom door.
"Hey Laur, dinner is done." I say with a dorky smile.
"Great, I'll be out in a moment." She replies.
I plug my iPod up to the stereo and turn on some music. I then sit down in front of my plate. "I should stand." I say to myself. So, I stand up by the area I set up. "This still feels weird." I shake my limbs to loosen myself up a bit. I debate going to wait for her by the bedroom door but that doesn't feel right either.
I grab one of the flowers from the bouquet I gave her and lean on the arm of the couch casually, okay stiffly at first. I soon relax my posture and cross my legs and wait not so patiently for her to come out.
10 minutes later Lauren comes out, and she looks breathtaking. She has on the clothes I set out for her. Her hair is wavy from being slightly wet still and frames her face; she has on a light layer of makeup and pink lip-gloss. I stand up quickly and hold out the flower to her.
"You look beautiful Laur." I tell her with a smile. "Glad the clothes fit you."
"Thanks." She says while accepting the flower. I lean up and press our lips together softly.
"Will you join me for dinner Miss Jauregui?" I say with a big smile while motioning towards the display.
"Whoa, this is nice Camzi." Lauren says with a big smile.
I grab her hand and lead her over to the area on the floor. I slip my heels off and sit down as she sits down across from me.
"I hope you like it." I say as I watch her pick up her fork and knife and stare at the plate. "It's rib eye steak, with parmesan shrimp on top with a butter garlic sauce, homemade mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus."
"It looks like it's from a restaurant." Lauren says softly while looking at the plate. "You could be a real chef." She says seriously while looking deep into my eyes.
I shake my head and laugh. "I like to eat so I learned to cook." I reply. "I watch a lot of cooking shows, so I learned how to plate food."
"It looks cool." She says with a smile. She suddenly pulls out her phone and take a picture. "I want to remember this." She replies while staring at the plate.
I smile at how excited she gets before I pick up my fork and knife and begin to eat as Lauren does as well. We eat in a comfortable silence before Lauren finally speaks up. "How was your afternoon?"
"It went ok, I took a nap to sleep off the rest of my hangover, and then I went with Quinn to this guy named Puck's bar to interview to be a bartender."
"Puck as in Noah Puckerman?" Lauren asked while taking a bite.
I shrug. "Maybe....the bar is called Molasses." I tell her while taking a sip of my wine.
"Yep, that's the same guy." She replies while taking a huge pile of mashed potatoes and shoving them in her mouth. I'm glad she isn't shy about eating in front of me, I take that as a sign she likes the food too so I smile.
"You know him?" I ask her while taking another bite of my steak.
She nods. "He's good friends with Mike, the guy I teach dance with."
"Cool." I nod while taking another bite.
"Did you get the job?" She asks while taking a sip of her wine.
I nod and smile. "Yeah, I did."
"Whoa congrats!" She says happily while clapping. "So, is this a celebration dinner?" She asks.
"No, this a thank you for taking care of my drunk ass last night dinner." I laugh.
Lauren laughed. "You're kind of adorable when you're drunk."
"What about when I'm not drunk?" I ask her with a smirk.
Lauren leans over and kisses me softly on the lips. "I always think you're adorable." She says with a wink.
I blush like a dork. "I feel the same way about you." I tell her quickly.
"Good." She says while eating the last of her steak. "This was amazing!" She said with a huge smile while rubbing her stomach.
"Glad you liked it." I reply while eating my last bite.
"The shrimp was perfectly cooked too." She said while licking her lips. I look down at my plate and notice I have one shrimp left. I stick my fork with it and hold it up to her mouth. She smiles at me then glances down at the fork. "You sure?" She asks. I nod quickly as she wraps her lips around the fork and slides the shrimp off slowly and eat it.
I shudder as arousal shoots through my body. "D-did you want more wine?" I ask her while picking up the bottle.
She nods. "Please."
I refill our glasses as she stands up and gathers the plates. "You don't have to do that Laur." I say while standing up.
"You cooked Camila; I can clear the dishes." She said with a smile before kissing me on the cheek. "Please let me."
"Ok." I reply while sitting back down. I take a sip of my wine and internally high-five myself that everything is going smoothly. I move the candles and fold up the blanket I laid out and arranged the pillows in front of the couch. I take another sip of my wine to relax the nerves that are forming and exhale slowly. Lauren comes back and sits back down really close to me. "Thanks for dinner." She says softly while reaching for her wine glass.
"You're welcome Laur, anytime." I tell her truthfully. Honestly, Lauren could ask me to cook anything for her and I would right away with no hesitation. She casually rests her hand on my thigh as we look out the window on the moon. My iPod switches to a jazz song and Lauren leans her head back and closes her eyes while slowly stroking my thigh. I glance up at her and smile. "Are you a jazz fan?" I ask her.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me. "Absolutely, I used to do jazz tap as a kid."
My eyes widened. "Wow, really? That's cool." I told her. "Do you still tap?"
"Not as much as I would like to, I'm trying to convince Mike to start a tap class, but he's a little reluctant." She replies while setting her glass down and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. I set my glass on the table as well and lean into her embrace.
"Why is he hesitant?" I ask her while finding some courage and wrap my arm around her waist while resting my head on her chest. She begins to rub my back and hug me tighter.
"He doesn't think many people will sign up." Lauren said sadly. "So, for now I just tap with Lord Tubbington when he's in the mood."
I laugh softly and begin to play with the hem of the sweater she has on. I can smell the mix of her natural scent with my bubble bath, and I inhale deeply. "Can I ask you something Laur?"
"Of course." She says while reaching for her wine again.
I sit up so I can face her. "What made you sit by in the park?"
She smiles. "Well, I was teaching Lord Tubbington fetch, and I saw you come in the park, you looked kind of sad, so I wanted to cheer you up." I nod. "You definitely did. How did you know I wouldn't like pepper? spray you or something? I mean this is New York, people carry all kinds of crazy stuff."
"I took a chance." Lauren said while shrugging. "And I'm glad I did." I blush and take a sip of my wine. "Why did you talk to me? You could have just gotten up and left or put your music back on."
"Something about you wouldn't let me walk away." I reply while looking in her eyes. "There's something about your spirit Lauren that I can't shake, you are literally all I think about...all I have thought about since that day."
"You're all I think about too." She says shyly. "I talk to Lord Tubbington about you all the time, I think he's getting jealous I'm over here so much lately."
I laugh. "He's welcome to come too, but I can see why he would be jealous."
"I'll be sure to tell him." Lauren says while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "You are so beautiful Camila, and not just outside, your personality is beautiful as well." She whispers as she leans forward and softly presses her lips against mine. "You're kind of mysterious and I like it." She adds with a wink before she sits back.
"This is scary for me." I tell her truthfully. I grab her hands quickly.
"I've never liked someone this much so soon, and it makes me nervous."
"I don't want you to be nervous around me." She tells me while stroking her thumbs over the hand of my hands. "We can take whatever it is we are doing at your speed so you're comfortable. Just know that I really, really like you Camzi."
"Really?" I ask her with a smile. She nods. "I don't want to stop seeing you, I like hanging out with you, you make me laugh and think about what the meanings of different color things are." I laugh. "I really, really like you too Laur."
"Good, because I don't want to stop seeing you either." Lauren says sweetly while biting her bottom lip.
"Now, if I recall you owe me a poem." I say while settling back with my glass and crossing my arms.
Lauren nods. "Yes, I do. So does that mean we are best friends now?" She says while cocking her head to the side and pouting.
I lean forward and kiss her pout away. "Yeah we are, anyone that brushing my teeth is obviously a true friend." I laugh.
"Great!" She suddenly jumps up. "I have the perfect poem, it's in my bag." She runs back to the bedroom and comes back a few moments later with a big notebook. She quickly flips through the pages and stops at the last page.
"Do you want me to read it in Spanish, French, or English?" She asks with a big smile and a wink.
I laugh. "While I love hearing you speak foreign languages, how about English for this one."
She nods. "Works for me." She says with a slight shrug. She clears her throat and begins the poem.
There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless
woman in Pakistan.
Happy prints of
an invisible time is illumined.
My mouth agape
rejects the solid air and
lungs hold. The invader takes
direction and
seeps through the plaster walls.
It is at my chamber, entering
the keyhole, pushing
through the padding of the door.
I cannot scream. A bone
fear clogs my throat.
It is upon me. It is
sunrise, with Hope
its arrogant rider.
My mind, formerly quiescent
in its snug encasement, is strained
to look upon their rapturous visages,
to let them enter even into me.
I am forced
outside myself to
mount the light and ride joined with Hope.
Through all the bright hours
I cling to expectation, until
darkness comes to reclaim me
as its own. Hope fades, day is gone
into its irredeemable place
and I am thrown back into the familiar
bonds of disconsolation.
Gloom crawls around
lapping lasciviously
between my toes, at my ankles,
and it sucks the strands of my
hair. It forgives my heady
fling with Hope. I am
joined again into its
greedy arms.
Whoa, when she said she wrote poetry I didn't expect it to be that deep. I quickly start clapping. "That was amazing Lauren!" I told her. "Wow."
"It's called A Plagued Journey." She says while closing the notebook. "Did you really like it?" She asks shyly.
"God yes!" I nod quickly. "You're amazing."
We sit and talk facing each other for a few hours; we talk about everything and anything. It feels easy with Lauren, so easy. She honestly seems interested in everything I talked about. She describes things she likes with so much passion, and wisdom. Before we know it, the candles have burned down to nubs. I look over at the cable box and see it's after 2am.
"Damn, where did the time go?" I say while yawning.
"Wow, it feels like we've only been talking for a few minutes." She says in agreement while standing up.
"D-do you want to stay tonight?" I ask her quickly. "It's super late and I don't want you to walk home alone."
"I would love to." She replies.
"Good." I quickly blow out the candles and take the wine glasses and bottle to the kitchen. I then grab her hand and lead her back to my bedroom. I go to the closet and pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her. "You can sleep in these."
"Thanks." She says while accepting the clothes and beginning to strip down to change. I grab some pajamas for myself and strip down as well while sneaking looks at her body, and yes, it's perfect. I glance up and see her sneaking looks at me as well. My heart starts to beat faster than normal when we lock eyes.
"Do you mind sharing again?" I say while motioning to the bed. "Otherwise, I can get the guest room ready really quick."
"Do we get to cuddle again?" She asks while raising her eyebrow.
"Only if you want to." I wink at her and climb in bed. I pull back the covers and pat the other side of the bed inviting her in. We both slide down, so we are facing each other. I move closer so we are on the same pillow, and I rest my hand on her hip. "Do you work tomorrow?" I ask her. "I can set my alarm to wake you up."
She shakes her head. "I don't work on Sundays, so I'm yours tomorrow."
"Hmmmm, all mine huh?" I tease as she bites her bottom lip and nods. "Sounds good to me." I say with a smile.
"So, when you start bartending, I can come visit you?" Lauren asks.
"I would be sad if you didn't." I tell her while sliding my hand from her hip to her back. "I'll even give you free drinks. Perks of knowing the bartender." I laugh while she smiles.
"Hmmm, nothing in life is free." Lauren laughs. "There is usually a catch somewhere."
"You can pay me in kisses if you want." I replied. "Sounds like a fair trade off to me." I say slowly while winking at her.
"That sounds like an awesome deal." She nods. "I've never dated a bartender before."
"We're dating?" I ask softly as my heart starts beating faster.
"I thought so, is that ok?" She asks. "It's not official with titles, but it's still us hanging out."
"I think that's perfect." I respond while letting out a shaky breath.
I feel her rest her hand under my shirt on my lower back and pull me closer to her. I lean forward and kiss her slowly and softly. "Yeah, dating sounds good." I nod when the kiss breaks momentarily. I then lean back in and capture her lips again. She glides her tongue across my bottom lip, and I part my lips to grant her access. She slowly darts her tongue in my mouth, and I lose my breath from the fireworks in my mouth. This isn't our first tongue kiss, but this one feels so much different from the other night, probably because I'm not drunk. This one is full of passion, so full of passion. I moan softly into the kiss and bring my hand up from her back and run my fingers through her hair. I break the kiss for air and begin peppering kisses on her neck. She slowly runs her hand up and down my back while shifting to hover over me slightly before she leans back down and kisses me again. I've never kissed someone and had them take my breath away, but Lauren seems to do that every time we kiss. She starts to trail kisses down my neck as she lifts my shirt higher and squeezes my bare side, and oh my god she finds my sweet spot, without warning I moan loudly, and my hips roll towards her. She takes that as an invitation to go further and moves her hand higher and grabs my breasts. I shudder at her touch and break the kiss.
"W-we have to s-stop." I stutter out while shaking my head.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asks while quickly moving her hand off of my body.
"No." I whisper out while cupping her cheek and rubbing my thumb there. "I want to do this right and take my time with you." I say softly.
"I don't want to rush to sex and mess anything up. And if we keep going, I won't be able to control myself and stop right now." She smiles and kisses me softly once more. "That's a great idea."
"We can still cuddle though." I say quickly.
"I knew you liked to cuddle." She teases.
"Oh whatever." I laugh. I feel myself relaxing more about Lauren and it feels great. I can be myself around her and not feel like I'm being rude or too emotional or anything. She responds to my moods perfectly.
She lays back down and pulls me closer as I cuddle into her chest and hug her tightly. "Good night Camz." She says while kissing me on the forehead.
"Good night baby." I respond while closing my eyes. Oh shit.... I just called her baby. I wake up in Lauren's arms for the second day in a row and it feels beyond awesome. I lift my head slightly and just stare at her; she looks so peaceful and relaxed. Her nose scrunches up every time she inhales and it's so adorable. I kiss her softly on the lips and lay back down, she shifts and hugs me tighter as she nestles her face in my neck.
I relax into her embrace and begin to fall back asleep when I hear my phone vibrating on the desk. I groan and turn over to grab it, immediately missing the warmth of Lauren's body. I open the text and see it's a message from Quinn.
FROM Q: How did last night go?
Before I can even respond she sends another text.
FROM Q: The steaks were awesome last night. I owe you big!
I laugh and quickly reply.
TO Q: Yeah, you do, and last night was awesome. I don't want to wake Laur up from the tapping on my phone to reply to you, so I will text you later.
FROM Q: What?! She's still there! *Thumbs up emoji 5x*
TO Q: You are such a dork. Bye Q. Lol Just buy an iPhone so you can actually use emoji.
FROM Q: Wait....did you sleep with her?
TO Q: No! Not yet. I'm going back to sleep. I will call you tonight.
I toss my phone back on the desk and turn back in Lauren's arms. She instinctively pulls me closer. "You're so cuddly Camzi." She says suddenly. "I love cuddling with you."
"I love-like cuddling with you too." I reply as I pull the covers higher over us.
"What time is it?" She asks while rubbing her back.
"It's a little after 10am." I replied. "Do you want to get up?"
I feel her shake her head. "A little while longer, Camzi." She says sleepily while wiggling closer to me. I kiss her on the neck and laugh.
"We can lay here as long as you want Laur." I assure her.
"Mmkay." She mumbles back before I hear her breathing even back out and I realize she is asleep.
I lay in her arms for a few more minutes before I carefully slip out of bed. I loved the smile on Laur's face last night when I surprised her with her dinner, so I decided to surprise her with breakfast as well. I close the door to the bedroom slightly, so I don't wake up her and I go right to the kitchen.
I first clean up the dishes from last night's dinner and pull out the extra steak I made last night. I made the extra one specifically so I could make a steak omelet for breakfast this morning. I warm up the steak and pull-out spinach, eggs, onions, carrots, and green and red peppers and get to work. I get done rather quickly; omelets are a specialty of mine and plate the food. I think open a bottle of champagne and make cranberry orange mimosas.
I grab a tray out of my hall closet, and set everything on there perfectly, complete with a flower. I guess Quinn making me, but two bouquets of flowers were a good idea after all. I walk quietly back in the room and set the tray on the bedside table. I then slide back down and rest my head on Lauren's pillow, brush the locks of blonde hair out of her face and kiss her.
"Hey Laur." I say sweetly while rubbing her arm. "Lolo."
She stirs and slowly opens her eyes and quickly smiles when her eyes focus on me. "Good morning Camzi." She says while leaning over to hug me.
"Good morning." I hug her back as she presses our lips our together for a brief kiss. "I made breakfast."
Her eyes sparkle and my heart melts. I love being the one to put that smile on her face. "Really?" She asks while sitting up.
I nod and sit up as well. I reach over and present the tray to her. "It's some steak from yesterday and some veggies for an omelet."
"How did you know I loved omelets?" She asks with a smile. "Did you sneak and call Lord Tubbington?"
I laugh and scoot closer to set the tray across both of our laps. "I don't think he would tell me anyways; he seems pretty loyal to you." I reply while handing her a fork.
Why am I talking about her cat like it's a human? Sigh, Lauren has a hold on me. A big strong hold on me, and you know what? I like it. After breakfast, which she raved about for almost 20 minutes, making me blush when she called me Chef Camzi, we snuggled back close and watched a Friends marathon. We took turns laying on each other and being the big spoon, while stealing innocent and soft kisses every so often. Lauren assured me that even though I was, vertically challenged, as she put it, I was very well qualified to be the big spoon. Secretly, I think she just liked when I held her, which is fine because I liked holding her.
I didn't realize how much time had passed until Lauren's phone rang, and she got out of bed to grab it. I glanced at the clock, and I saw it was almost 5pm. It's crazy how fast time goes when we are together, not only how fast it goes, but how I never get bored around Lauren. She sat back in bed, and I rested my head on her lap as she stroked my hair and I traced imaginary shapes on her legs. She talked to someone for a few minutes before it turned into a small argument, and she sighed while hanging up the phone.
I sat up and faced her. "Is everything ok?"
" Someone called in at the diner and I have to go to work for a fewhours to cover their shift." She said sadly. "I'm sorry Camzi, I thought we could spend all day together." I shake my head. "Don't apologize Laur, it's not your fault."
"I need to go home and get a clean uniform." She says while standing up. "Thanks for dinner and breakfast and then lunch." She said with a big smile.
"My pleasure Lauren." I reply while getting out of bed as well. "Let I will walk you home."
"You don't have to do that." She says while slipping on her pants and shoes.
"I know, but I really want to." I tell her while sliding on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I grab my sneakers and quickly put them on as well. Once she has all of her stuff together, I grab my keys and ID off the desk and follow her to the living room. I quickly open the door before she can reach for it so she can walk through.
We walk hand in hand down the street to her building, when we get there, she pauses. "Would you mind giving me a ride to work? I don't I have a car, and my manager wants me to come right away." I shake my head quickly. "Sure, I can give you a ride."
"Cool, thanks. Why don't you come in? We are always at your place, now you can see me and Lord Tubbington's apartment." She says happily. She grabs my hand and pulls me in the building. We finally get to the 8th floor, and we get out of the elevator. We walk down the hallway to apartment 834.
"It's a little messy, I wasn't expecting company, so sorry in advance." She says softly while unlocking the door.
"Don't worry about it Laur." I assure her. She opens the door and it's like a freakin Ikea ad. Her place is spotless! She has beautiful dark hard wood floors, her furniture is dark gray leather, with burgundy accent pillows, and her walls have some of the most unique abstract artwork I've ever seen. Her coffee table is gray and cream marble, and she has different size burgundy vases on them.
Lord Tubbington jumps out of this black cat bed thing she has in the corner and walks slowly through our legs before going back to his original spot.
"That's his way of saying hello." She says with a smile. "Make yourself at home, and sorry for the mess."
"What mess?" I say quickly with a smile.
"The pillows aren't fluffed, and I need to dust them." She says shyly.
"Laur, seriously don't worry about that. Your place is amazing." I say while looking around and noticing a huge bookcase in the corner, full of books.
"I'm going to quickly hop in the shower." She says. "Ummm, there's bottled water and some juice in the fridge if you get thirsty." She then picks up a remote and clicks it towards what I thought was another bookcase, but it opens into a huge flatscreen TV. She then hands me the remote. "I have a satellite and like every channel." She then runs back to the bathroom I'm assuming.
I set the remote down on the table and head to the bookcase and browse through her books. I see tons of books on poetry, some New York Times bestsellers like The Da Vinci Code, The Help, The Hunger Games, The Twilight Series, The Harry Potter Series, and even some old classics like The Catcher in the Rye, To Kill A Mockingbird, and Pride and Prejudice.
"Wow." I breathe out while pulling out some of the classics and notice they are the 1st editions of the book. I make my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. She has stainless steel appliances, and my mind instantly goes to all the meals I would love to cook in here. She has top of the line cookware and appliances. I grab a bottle of water out and head back to the living room and sit down on the couch and pick up a Forbes magazine she has on her table and thumb through it.
Lauren comes running into the living room a several minutes later in her waitress outfit. "Sorry my hair got tangled in the in the shower head. I frown because I can't possibly even imagine how that even happened but I quickly changed it to a smile.
"No problem Laur." I say while standing up. "Are you ready?"
I pulled up to her diner 30 minutes later and put the car in park. She reaches over and grabs my hand. "Thanks for the ride, Camzi."
"You're welcome Laur, anytime you need a ride, just let me know." I nod.
"Cool." She says happily. She then leans over and kisses me, I deepen the kiss and lift my hand to cup her face. She breaks the kiss and pecks me on the lips one more time for good measure before she opens the car door and gets out.
"Hey Laur!" I roll down the window and yell out. "Do you need a ride home from work?"
She turns around. "I get off at 11pm, it's kind of late."
"I'll be here." I tell her before I wave at her and drive off.
I drive straight to Quinn and Sam's condo and ring her buzzer in the hallway. Who is it? She buzzes through the intercom. It's me, are you busy or can I come up? Of course, you can. She replies while hitting the buzzer.
She meets me in the hallway. "What's wrong? Everything ok?"
I walk in and flop down on her couch. "No....."
She sits down next to me. "Talk to me Camila, what's wrong?"
"I think I'm in love with Q." I say softly.
"Oh my GOD!" She screams out while hugging me.