Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

thirty-one

Incoming call from Camz

I changed her name from 'My Baby Banana' because she doesn't deserve that name anymore.

Of course she's calling me when my mind finally gets off of her and onto a new topic.

I accepted the call even though that's not what I wanted to do. I want to ignore her with every bone in my body, but I can't. I could never ignore her. Call me whipped for a girl who's fucked me over time and time again, but you don't just fall out of love with a girl in one day. Especially one that is on your mind 24/7 even though she probably could care less.

"Hello?" I said in a quiet voice.
"Hey." She happily said.
"What's up, Camila?" I didn't feel like having small talk but I also really don't feel like bitching at her at this point.
"I just got out of an interview and thought I'd call you. I heard you're on a ghost adventure."
"Yup, it's pretty damn adventurous." I smiled joking back with her. Why can't I stay mad?
"Well, be careful." She told me. "Anyways, I have good news."
"What's the news?" I asked walking around the kitchen with the phone pressed up against my ear.
"You know how the tour ends in a week or so?"
"Mhhm." I replied not really caring.
"Well, after it ends, we got the Kid's Choice Awards and the iHeartRadio awards, and I was just wondering if you'd do me the honor of being my date." She asked sounding hopeful.
I was just speechless feeling 50 million emotions pile up inside of me, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, that's why I asked."
I couldn't help but have a mad tone, "Why don't you ask your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend, and he finally got the hint to stop messing with me because you helped me." She sounded thankful but I can't let her win me back this easily because I'm tired of being hurt. This is a pattern that has to stop or else I'll be on this roller coaster forever.
I sighed, "I'm sorry, Camila. I can't. Not right now. I need some time."
"Time? What are you talking about? I told you that when the tour was over that we could get back together." She innocently mentioned.
"And you think you'd just get me back like that? You've got another thing coming. Like I said before, I'm tired of being hurt. You break up with me and then you want to get back together. Not this time. We can be friends until I'm done with my movie." I paused for a second, "Then we can talk about getting together again."
"But when you finish the movie, you're going on tour with Ariana." She mentioned. I could hear her voice lose that hope she had built only moments ago.
"I know." I replied sternly.
She sighed out with a tone of sadness in the back of her throat, "Fine. We'll be friends until then, but can I ask a question before we hang up?"
"Go ahead." There's nothing I can hide from her anymore.
"Is this because of Ariana? Like, are you starting to have feelings for her?" Her voice was caught but she quickly recovered.
I frowned, "Camila, that's not something you should worry about. Even though we aren't together, I still love you. I can admit that."
"That's not what I wanted to hear." Her voice was trembling.
"Well, I didn't want to hear that you liked Jacob either so I guess we're both shit outta luck." I said to the girl through the receiver feeling the slightest bit of remorse but not enough to make me crumble.
"Okay. Whatever. Just text me in the morning?"
I exhaled deeply, "Sure. Talk to you then."
"I love you, Y/N."
I bit my lip to suppress my true emotions, "I love you too, Mila."
"You called me Mila." I could hear her voice get a little cheerier, "We're making progress."
I rolled my eyes knowing that she was probably happier now, "Bye Mila."
"Bye y/n."
I ended the call and sighed out putting the phone back in my pocket.

I walked out of the kitchen in the direction of where Ariana went.

I walked into a huge living room to see Ariana studying the old pictures on the mantelpiece.
"Having fun?" I softly spoke walking into the room.
She looked back calmly and smiled, "Totally. This place is really cool. Oh and Bri wants us to come upstairs. He said he wants to show us the study and balcony of the Dad before we leave."
I nodded and started to walk out of the room when she grabbed my hand and interlocked her fingers to pull me close, "Don't leave me."
I smiled, "I won't."