Our Little Secret ➳ Camila Cabello

forty-five

I got out of the shower and hurried to put on some black pajama shorts that showed off just a little bit of my ass, plus a thong that gave my ass extra oomph. I was planning on seducing Camila if I needed something, and my ass was the one thing that could do the job 98.9% of the time. For my torso, I put on one of her white v-necks with a black bra underneath then hurried to tightly wrap my long hair in a bun.
My vision has become a bit more blurry lately ever since the whole beating situation, so I've had to purchase a pair of glasses and contacts to get by. Although, right now I'm not really up for sticking my fingers in my eyes to see so I'd rather slip on these glasses and exit the bathroom.

I left the bathroom to see all the girls piled up on the couches and chairs while staring at the TV. Probably catching up on all the shows they've missed recently.

I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and accidentally slammed the fridge. Ally yelled at me, "Quiet down in there, kid." I rolled my eyes and walked into Camila's room to grab my pills from my bag before joining the girls in the living room. As I walked in, I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed them down.
"What did you just do?" Camila asked once I sat down beside her.
I gave her a confused look and scratched the back of my neck, "Um, took some medicine?"
"Why?" She shrieked a little too loud.
"Mila, y/n, if you wanna fight go to the room and do it. Aria and Ezra are about to kiss." Lauren whined pulling her drink to her mouth and taking a sip.
"I'm not going anywhere. You all promised to tell me the news and if I don't hear about it I won't shut up." I replied leaning back on the couch waiting for the Percs to take over.
"You just took pills. Why should we tell you?" Camila huffed crossing her arms.
"I have to finish them off. It's the doctors orders. After they're gone he said I need a check up to get the stitches out and I'll be good. Jesus, is that what you wanted to hear, Camila?" I was so frustrated and tired of her complaining about the medicine. Although it made me feel good, I hated be badgered about it or even having to do the process. It's not like I liked the bland and bitter taste of the shitty little objects. The after effects however were something special.
"Enough you two. Camila, chill out. And y/n, lay on the floor. I can tell you're getting loopy and I don't want you falling off the couch and breaking something again." Ally ordered. I nodded and obeyed by laying on my back and just staring at the ceiling.

Staring at the ceiling always calmed me to a certain extent that I can't explain. It was just me and my thoughts as I focused in harder on the blank canvas above me. The more I lost myself in reality, the more I found myself in my fantasies. I could go back in time, or think about the future. I could just focus on one topic, or a million. It was just me and my mind and I appreciated that. Well, I did until I heard my name being yelled by Ally. "Y/N, are you okay?"
I nodded and stared over at her, "Yeah, just thinking."
"Damn a commercial." Lauren groaned sitting up and crossing her legs to look at the rest of us. "Pause the TV, Alls. Let's get this over with so I can finish this episode."
Ally paused the TV and Normani crawled beside me on the floor help pull me up gently so I could sit up and look at everyone.

Ally had the biggest smile on her face, "So, I know you haven't checked the video lately, but we have great news. It has officially reached 10 million views." She squealed and I just gave her a 'i-don't-give-a-fuck' stare. "Anyways, since it got so popular, Simon got a call from a special someone who does this thing once a month where they bring on Internet sensations. That person wants to do an interview with you tomorrow morning." Ally brought her fingers together and menacingly stared at me in excitement.
I was flabbergasted, "I don't wanna do a interview with some weird ass person."
Normani giggled, "You don't even know who it is yet."
"Who is it then?" I mocked the dark toned girl.
Dinah smirked, "I'll give you a hint. When Mila first met this person, she cried because the interviewer was so beautiful."
I thought about it for a second and my eyes widened, "No. Fucking. Way." I jumped up quickly causing myself to become a little light headed but I quickly recovered, "THE Ellen Degeneres wants to interview me?" I could've almost screamed at the top of my lungs. There were only a few people on this Earth that I could fangirl about and she was one of them. First of all, she was super cool and funny without even trying. Second of all, she is like a queen in the gay community. And lastly, she's just fucking Ellen Degeneres.
"I told you she'd be excited." Camila giggled taking a sip of my water bottle.
Then the thoughts came crashing down as I folded my legs and seated my self on the floor, "I can't do it."
"Wait, what? What do you mean you can't do it? Two seconds ago you were about to flip shit." Lauren smiled noticing something was wrong.
"I can't because first of all, I know I'm gonna say something stupid. Then let's not even go over the fact that I made it here because of you girls. I don't want people to think I'm using you. I'd rather jump off the side of the Grand Canyon than have people think I want your fame and money. That's just not my thing." I replied sternly, still feeling the moments of excitement from seconds ago tingle throughout my body.
"To be honest, it wasn't us that was singing in the video. It was Mila and you." Normani rubbed my back trying to get me to feel better about the whole topic.
Camila smiled and put her hand on my leg for a second to draw my attention towards her, "Yeah, babe. And you're not using me. You're the one that they're freaking out about, not me. Plus, you have no choice. You're doing it because this is a big deal. You said you didn't want to tech our shows for the rest of our lives, so now you don't have to. Now, you can do what you really love and this is just the start. Trust me."
I looked at my hands and studied my fingers, "What if she doesn't like me?"
"Girl! She was the one that asked for you!" Dinah exclaimed throwing a pillow at me. "So, let's go pick out a outfit and the get you some good ass sleep because you'll need it, mama."