Our Little Secret ➳ Camila Cabello

fourteen

Mary ran up to me and pulled me in hug. I didn't return the favor, but I kept my hands to the side to keep myself from pulling away. Mary let go when she noticed how tensed up I was, "Let me look at you, y/n." She stepped back to study me. I continued to keep my hands to my sides and she looked up and down at my fitted crop top, black skirt, heels, and accessories to match. "I can't believe you're all grown up now."
In my head I was thinking, that's what happens when you neglect to see your only child for five years, but on the outside I stayed quiet.
Dan had his hand on the bottom of his chin to show me he was thinking, "Quite an improvement you've got here, Michael." As he got closer to me, flashes of his fist traveled through my brain, but I tried my best to hide my fear. "How are you doing, baby girl?"
I looked at them like they were strangers because they technically were, "I'm good I guess." He hugged me pulling my waist into him. I have never been more uncomfortable around a man before now. Camila walked out of the doorway with a smile and Dan pulled away from me as everyone's attention turned to the girl in the corner.
"And who are you? I don't remember having two daughters." Mary joked tucking her hair behind her left ear.
Mila showed her teeth through a bigger smile. I pointed towards Camila, "This is Camila Cabello. She's my-"
Camila spoke with confidence, "I'm her girlfriend."
My mouth dropped hearing her say those words. Especially in front of my parents. I was just going to introduce her as a supportive friend, but I liked the way 'girlfriend' sounded.
Dan looked at Mary with a false smile then back at me, "Nice to meet you, Camilla."
I rolled my eyes, "It's Camila."
She laughed, "It's a common mispronunciation. I don't mind it." They both gave her a handshake then we all stood in a awkward silence.
Mary looked around and smiled, "So, Michael and y/n. Are we gonna just stand here or are we getting a tour of this beautiful home?"
I shrugged feeling more comfortable about being my bitchy self, "I dunno. Are you?"
Camila grabbed my hand, "Don't mind her, she's a little cranky. Come on babe. Let's go outside to get some fresh air."
I was violently pulled out of the house to the huge backyard. The chilled Houston air hit my skin making me shiver a little. Mila stared me down, "What the hell are you doing in there?"
I laughed, "I don't know."
She smacked my arm staying serious, "You know what you're doing, y/n. I don't care how horrible they were to you. That gives you no right to be a terrible person. Like my Abuelita always said, 'Kill them with kindness'."
"I'd rather kill them with knives, but I guess that's not a choice." I laughed again but quickly shut up noticing Camila wasn't laughing. "I'm going back inside since you're mad at me."
I reached for the handle and Camila grabbed my other hand, "Promise me you'll play nice."
"As nice as a cat with a mouse."
"I'm serious, y/n. Don't give them a reason to talk shit." Camila sternly prompted me. Her eyes were glowing and it was hard to say no.
"Fine. I'll be good. For you." I smiled to her which resulted in a quick peck on my lips, and a rush to catch up with everyone down stairs in Uncles Mike's study.
They already looked worn out trekking through the big house and they hadn't even made it through half of the building. Once I entered the room, their eyes lit up. Mary walked towards me, "How about we go see your room, y/n?"
My eyes widened remembering that I haven't stripped the sheets from mine and Mila's sexual adventure yesterday, and there were clothes everywhere from her and I. "Umm sure, just give me like 10 minutes." I hurried out of the room as Camila walked into it.
Camila's instinct was to follow me as I skipped up the stairs in a rush. Once I was up to my room I started throwing old clothes included sweatshirts, bras, and thongs in Camila's suitcase. Mila was standing in the door way watching me quickly clean, "Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen you clean up our messes."
I chuckled a little as I hurried to close the bathroom door and turn off the Mac desktop that was opened to a raunchy music video that Camila opened up to watch earlier. When I turned around everyone was in the door frame now watching me fix the bed. There was little wet spot on the streets from me seeing Mila naked earlier, but I hurried to cover it with the comforter before it could be seen.
Dan pushed through Mila to examine the room. "This is a lot better than I expected it to be." Better than you expected it to be? What's that supposed to mean? Dan started walking around to look at the art I put on the walls then over to my Polaroid collage. There were a lot of me and the girls, but mostly of Camila and I. Stuff from the tour, and then some that Camila took of me. Dan's eyes stopped at one area of three pictures with Camila and I kissing, then he moved on from the pictures. I'm guessing he had enough lesbian visuals for the day. "Well, this is... it's
something else."
Camila walked over to grab my arm
and squeeze it to make sure that I didn't say something stupid or rude. "Thank you, I guess." I replied feeling my head get hot.