By: alyciaclebnam
2014-11-29
Summary:
Camila is caught ding-dong-ditching. Her supposed victim, Lauren, is extremely displeased. Camila tries to apologize, but Lauren refuses to listen. So Camila apologizes, and apologizes, and apologizes.
***
Camila hates her friends.
Well, no, she actually loves them to bits – when they're not stealing all her Ritz crackers or talking her ear off about Beyoncé or not not laughing at her jokes (which are totally funny, by the way) – but she hates them right now.
Dinah and Normani have dragged her out of her bedroom, demanding that she join them for a night of fun instead of being nose deep in some novel 'like a dweeb' (Dinah's words, not hers).
People apparently still consider ding-dong-ditching to be fun, because that's what Camila has been coerced into doing.
She watches with a wrinkled nose as Dinah and Normani scurry off to the next house to ring the doorbell. They soon return to her, hidden in the shadows of a car parked down the street, cackling with glee.
"Guys, isn't this a little... I don't know... immature?" Camila asks pointedly, breaking up their laugh fest. "We're 17, for God's sake."
Dinah immediately sobers and gives her a blunt look. Normani tells her that she's ruining the fun.
"Be a teenager for once, Mila! If we don't get all this stuff out of the way while we're young, we won't have any good stories to tell our grandkids!"
Camila reasons that Normani does have a point. But she isn't going to give in that easily. She still has her reservations, after all.
(Her reservations go flying out the window when Dinah says that the next place they'll hit up is Cold Stone, and the bill is on her.)
***
Camila walks up the path hesitantly. Does she really want to do this?
She knows it'll make for a decent story to prove that she was actually a teenager and did teenager-y things once upon a time, but will it be worth it? She knows that she herself would hate to be on the receiving end of a ding-dong-ditch.
The devils on her shoulder – who weren't even devils, but rather a miniature version of Normani and Dinah – whisper for her to do it anyway. You're only young once, they tell her.
Do it for Cold Stone, Camila tells herself.
She stands on the porch for a full thirty seconds before pressing the doorbell. She then spins on her heel, intending to take cover behind the towering oak tree in the poor unfortunate soul's front yard.
That's when she runs headlong into a solid 5'4" mass with hostile emerald eyes.
"Uh- I was- I mean, I'm not-" Camila stutters, knowing full well that she's been caught.
She glances around nervously for Dinah and Normani, but her friends have long since fled the scene of the crime. Naturally.
"You're not ding-dong-ditching my house?" Angry Green Eyes continues sarcastically. "Sure. How old are you, like twelve? Who still does this kind of thing? Are you an imbecile? I mean..."
"My- my friends-" Camila tries to interrupt, but Angry Green Eyes won't have it.
"... Have you any idea how idiotic you look right now? You people are so..."
