little games [camila/you]

XIII - p l o t t w i s t

cabaeiio: tbh idgaf whether the rumors are true or not but i want them together and thats that #Y/s/n

camilathegr8: what what WHAT I WAS SLEEPJNF WHAT DID I MISS WHY IS #Y/s/n TRENDJNF
     y/s/nlove: they say camila is dating y/n because of their last song and performance WHICH by the way were LEGEN wait for it DARY
      camilathegr8: OH MY HOLY KARLA YES UESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHH

enews: #y/s/n are rumored to be dating. What do you think? Ship or dip?
10K likes, 7K RTs, 367 replies.
    laurenlv3: dip they look cuter with laur
    5harmonizer: ship asf
    karlacabello97: shippppppp ofc omg
    jauregayyy: can y'all chill omg its just one performance maybe the rumors aren't true
        karlacabello97: *photo of Camila and Y/N.* please look at this pic and tell me you don't see the chemistry they have
        jauregayyy: they obv do but it doesn't mean they dating. i wish tho lol

I kept skimming the tweets they sent in the tag, and from what I noticed, there were hardly any negative comments about our so-called relationship, which was unexpected for me. Since when did so many people start supporting us? 

I left my phone on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch. My eyes found the wall clock, which showed 1.17 AM. As my fingers were wandering through my hair, I thought of the girl that practically started living in my mind: Camila. She was gonna leave tomorrow, to go to a vacation with her "boyfriend," a solution her genius publicist Dvora came up with. By the way, in case you did not know, she also happened to be Mendes' publicist, which made it easier for her to agree with him too. The poor woman, though, had no idea she was being fooled by both of them. They improved to be such professionals, especially Camila, that she could very much act in a Spanish series at this point.

I heard a notification from my phone.

1 new message from: Cabaello.

I opened it.

Cabaello: come to my room, it's urgent.

Without typing an answer, I went out of the room and rushed to hers. I knocked the door, waiting for her response.

"It's open," I heard her sleepy voice.

I went inside, closing the door from behind me. Apparently, she was done packing, as I could see her suitcase by the edge of the bed. Her hands were holding the bed sheet while she was moving her feet softly, obviously thinking of something. "Camila?" 

She looked up at me.

"Something wrong?"

Shaking her head no, she made a hand gesture for me to sit beside her. 

"You said it's urgent," I said, quirking an eyebrow, and I took a seat.

"It is," she frowned and put her arms around my neck, "I needed to hug you." Her face was buried on my neck, putting a warm smile on my face. My palms wandered on her waist. Her scent was filling my nostrils, giving a drug-like effect. I could only bend to inhale more of this antidepressant fragrance, rubbing my nose on her hair.

 I heard a slight giggle. ''What is it?'' 

''I'm just ticklish,'' she said shyly. As hot as she was, she could also be adorable as fuck, and I had no idea how that worked. She settled in her bed, under the white, thin sheet. ''Did you see the tweets?'' she asked. I nodded.

''It seems like we have more fans than haters, huh.''

''The problem was never our haters,'' she shrugged, ''it's just that they don't want people to think I am gay. And I went through lots of things because of it when I was in the band.''