Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

nine

I accepted the FaceTime request on my Macbook to see Camila on the bus at the table beside Dinah. Her long hair was in a sloppy bun and she was wearing a cut up Nike shirt that hung off one shoulder. I'm guessing it was one of Mani's old shirts because I've never seen it before in my life. She had glasses perched on her head and a pair of earbuds in her ears.

"Hey babe." I smiled putting my phone down on the table to give her my attention.
"Don't 'hey babe' me." Camila sternly said which caused Dinah to 'OO' in the background.
"Woah, what's up your ass?" I joked.
I guess Camila wasn't really one for jokes right now, and she gave me a death glare. "You really wanna know what's up my ass? Maybe the fact you went on a dinner date with your ex girlfriend."
I squinted at the phone and gave Camila a 'really?' face. "She's a friend, Camila."
"Your smiles didn't look so friendly."
I scoffed, "Do you not trust me or something?"
She crossed her arms and leaned back, "I trust you but I don't trust anyone else. When people are around you, they don't control themselves."
I was extremely confused, "Karla Camila Cabello, the only one who can't control themselves around me is you and that's because every time we touch each other, you want to fuck me on the nearest table or bed."

Her face automatically went red which caused Dinah to smirk, "What's she saying?"
Camila shook her head, picked up her phone, and walked to the back room to close the automatic door so she was alone. Once she was seated, she looked at the screen. Nothing but silence filled that moment as she studied me through her phone.

"I know you hate me saying this but I don't want you around Summer." She sighed out.
"Well, I don't want you around Taylor so tough shit."
She was easily upset by this, "Taylor has been nothing but good to me. You know why I don't like Summer."
"Because she's my ex?"
"Don't play dumb. I know what you told me. You may have thought it was okay but it wasn't right. She did you wrong."

I know what she's talking about but I didn't want to respond. She was talking about the night I got kicked out of my house.

I walked over to Summer's house and tried to keep myself together. I mean, my parents just kicked me out because I'm gay so it was pretty hard to pretend like it didn't hurt. Especially because I was only in the 8th grade and this was all just very new to me.

I knocked on her window, like usual, and she opened it to let me in. I didn't say anything when I got inside. I just pulled her close to me and kissed her. I just wanted to feel her lips on mine. It was so comforting and freeing to be with her. Usually, she'd be all about it, but she pushed me away. "What are you doing? And why are you eyes so red? Have you been crying?" She asked sitting back down on her bed and patting an empty spot beside her.
I followed her lead and sat down on her bed, "I told them."
"Told who what?"
I sighed out, "I told my parents about me, and us. And they kicked me out of their house. They said I'm disgusting and just a disgrace."
Summer didn't say anything at first. It was like she was trying to process what I just told her. Then it all happened at once. She breathed out and replied, "You told them about us?" I nodded. Her blood began to boil, "How dare you bring me into this. My parents don't know. We were supposed to keep this a damn secret, y/n. I don't want to be dragged to the pit of gaydom with you."
I was kind of hurt, "Gaydom? You've told me to be honest with them. That maybe they'd stop treating me so bad. What happened to 'I'm here for you'."
She was hysterical now. I could see it as she whisper yelled at me, "I can't be here for you anymore, y/n. What if your parents tell mine? They're Catholics. Being gay is so bad. You should've never came here. Maybe you should go back home and beg them to forgive you."
She got up and opened the window, "I can't go back. You know what they'll do."
Summer shrugged heartlessly, "Maybe you deserve it." She was referring to my long history of abuse.