On Chill (Camren Fanfic)

"Try it."

Camila had been woken up by the sunlight beaming through her apartment windows. She turned to the side thinking she was going to be met with a snoring Lauren, instead a note that read:

dear camz,
I had to head on to work but i'll be home soon. If you need me to call a taxi ride for you if you wanna go back to my house I can. Also Dinah is apparently here so let me save you from being startled like how I was. I just noticed I'm writing a note instead of just texting you, lol

p.s. Last night is a night I will forever remember ;)

Camila was left with a grinned plastered on her face, but it soon died down when she remembered she had work today also.

Camila already felt guilty with the way Lauren treats her with expenses. She let her live in her mansion, drive her very expensive car one time, just in general provide her meals everyday knowing that before she met her Camila was only able to eat one meal a day. She had to leave work for awhile so she wouldn't be caught on Austin's gang alert.

She eventually mustered enough energy to get out of bed. "Good morning Dinah," Camila said wrapping the towel around herself, after she finished showering sharing the bathroom with her.

"Good morning, chancho," She replied with her voice muffled because the Polynesian was brushing her teeth.

Camila scrunched her face up in confusion, "Why are you calling me a pig in spainish?" She questioned.

Dinah shrugged, "Because it's funny." She admitted, "Hey can you please go get me my phone it's on the kitchen stool." Dinah begged, moving on to brushing her brownish golden hair locs.

Camila sighed, "Alright." The brunette insisted heading over to her kitchen. She stop in her footsteps and immediately froze. She saw a gun. "Dinah?" Camila choked while calling out,

"What's up?" Dinah responded peaking her head out from the bathroom.

"Can- can you come here for a second."

"Camila I just needed my phone it's not that big of a task.... What are you staring at?" Dinah question trying the correlate her eye site to Camila's focus.

"Is that your gun?" Camila asked nervously.

Dinah shook her head slowly, "I don't carry a gun."

"It's must be Lauren's then." Camila told under her breath.

"Well it looks like the safety is off and the gun is cocked." Dinah examined

"I thought you didn't own one?" Camila asked remembering what Dinah just said a second ago.

"Well yeah I don't own one," She emphasized. "But I know how to use one. Austin never taught you?" The Polynesian woman asked in disbelief

Camila shook her head rapidly, "He didn't. I'm glad he didn't. I don't like them." Camila responded with hatred.

Dinah walked over to grab the gun, when Camila cautioned

"Stop what are you doing?" Camila asked in fear. She didn't even want to go near Dinah with that thing.

"Mila, calm down." Dinah spoke with a soft tone.

Camila agreed in fright, watching her classmate handle the firearm.

Dinah took the gun, de-cocked it carefully, taking its bullets out, and re-applying it's safety.

"There." Dinah finished. "No more worries."

"What about the bullets?" Camila asked, switching her gaze to them on the table.

"Give me a small container with a lid and fill it with water mixed with oil."Dinah commanded.