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a/n WHATS UP SLUTS i'm back hello nice to meet most of u xx i cba to reference it to real life so bear in mind this is an au pls dont correct me on anything like 'that didnt happen' im so done i am literally too lazy to fact check and if u want an accurate fanfic go write one urself. anyway, lets just pretend that this is taking place in july 2022 (some of the events r obvi taken from old videos) and soz it's a bit short i have gcses and everythinf and bleh anyway thats all pls enjoy<3

the rest of the plane ride went smoothly, no more turbulence and no more weird looks from matt. he just ignored her. not even an 'are you okay?'. nothing. camila was frustrated as she sat in the car next to chris. matt had spoken jovially to everyone but her.

they arrived in LA at 3pm, and arrived at the place they were staying at 5pm. the house was gorgeous. everyone had separate bedrooms, so there was no stress. honestly, camila had been hoping that her and matt would have a little 'only one double bed' trope, but life wasn't a wattpad novel.

everyone unpacked and went off to do their own thing. camila spent the day filming vlogs with madi out and about, showing her cool spots near their place. the time flew, and soon camila was eating cereal in the kitchen at 2am. the rest of the group had gone to sleep early to make up for their jetlag, or so she thought. as she ate, matt walked into the kitchen.

"oh hey." camila greeted him. he ignored her and got himself a glass of juice. as he walked out, he turned around and stared at her.

"do you still like me?"

"what?" the question stunned her.

"do you still like me? do you still have feelings for me?" he stared at her. she looked back at him, but her eyes flickered downwards to his hands, where he was nervously playing with the rim of his glass.

"matt what are you on about?" camila was lost. matt's response was a sigh as he turned back and walked to his bedroom. so much for their trip being drama free.

they were set to go to universal studios the next day. camila knew she needed sleep, everyone else had slept on the plane and were sleeping now, but she couldn't. she lay in bed, a thousand thoughts rushing through her head all at once.

she lay in bed awake for most of the night, aimlessly scrolling on tiktok. she posted, and her comments were flooded with questions on why she hadn't slept. she didn't bother explaining.

around 5am, she nodded off, and was woken up a few hours later by a weird sound from the bottom of her bed. she sat up, rubbing her eye when a clock chimed. she gasped as she realised that it was the stranger things sound, and in her half asleep state, she tumbled out of bed. chris walked in from her en suite bathroom and promptly collapsed on the floor laughing.

"YOUR FACE! OH MY GOD YOU IDIOT!" he managed to say in between fits of laughter.

"fuck off." camila glared at him and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. she got ready and met them all in the kitchen. madi was on the phone to paige, an old friend of camila's and a new friend of the triplets.

"yo, cami, what time are we leaving?" madi asked. hunched over a bowl of granola as a minuscule paige waved excitedly from madi's phone screen. camila smiled at paige and shrugged at madi.

"ask your mom, wouldn't she know?" madi hummed in agreeance, and walked out the room, brushing past nick as he walked in. nick beamed at cami and fixed himself a bowl of cereal, managing to spill the milk all over the counter as he poured it. mopping up the spillage, he looked up through his brown floppy hair at camila who was sitting on a barstool at the island, scrolling though her dms.

"what's up with you?" he asked, plopping down next to her.

"i don't actually know."

"you don't know?"

"not really." camila just felt confused. she didn't know how to explain the tangle of emotions rushing though her heart, and how those emotions conflicted with the rational thoughts flitting through her brain she couldn't like matt, and matt couldn't like her. he had a girlfriend. it wasn't going to happen.

"okay." nick accepted her answer and slurped up his cereal. they sat together in companionable silence, pierced only by nicks chewing.

"UNIVERSAL STUDIOS BABY!" chris shouted, bursting into the kitchen. cami and nick looked up, irritated at his sudden disturbance. chris seemed to wince slightly at their glares, not expecting such a hostile welcome. "what's up with you two?"

"our brother is an idiot." nick said. camila stared at him in surprise.

"how did you..?"

"i'm not thick."

"hell yeah you are!" chris whooped, pouring a glass of juice. as he turned around, nick and camila made eye contact that soon turned into fits of giggles at chris' cluelessness. the giggles soon subsided as loren walked in, bruising on her neck. no, not bruising. hickeys.

nick dumped his bowl in the sink and stalked out the room with a sigh, his disliking of loren growing more evident by the day. she stared after him with faux puppy dog eyes.

"why does he hate me?"

"he doesn't." chris attempted to reassure her. no one with more than two functioning braincells would believe that, but luckily loren only had one, and she accepted his reply with a smile. matt soon walked into the kitchen weighed down with a heavy looking handbag. you could have cut the awkwardness between matt and loren with a knife, the feelings from last nights conversation lingering unsaid between them. he placed the bag down and wrapped his arms around loren. somehow, she hadn't been expecting her boyfriend to greet her with such affection as she jumped when his arms entangled her waist. her juice spilt down her top and she reeled back, fire flaming in her eyes.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

"i'm sorry?" matt said, hurt and confused.

"you idiot, this top was brand new! what am i meant to wear now?" she was frantically dabbing at the stain that was slowly spreading across her top. matt looked at camila for support, but she just stared blankly at him. he turned to chris who smiled and attempted to console loren again.

"it was an accident he was just hugging you."

"well... i guess." she muttered sulkily. camila couldn't stand it anymore, she left her plate on the island and walked out the room, moodily packing her bag for the day. she put her headphones on and tried to block out the everlasting train wreck of thoughts crashing into her skull. she had never been so frustrated, all she wanted to do was cry. she was already done with the vacation, but it had only just begun. she didn't know what to do. feeling overwhelmed, she slumped against her wardrobe and sat for a few minutes, the melodic sounds of SZA pumping through her ears. at this rate she was going to go deaf before forty, but she didn't really mind.as long as it meant not thinking about the things that matter she was content.

soon it became time to leave, and she jogged out the villa in an attempt to catch up with everyone. camila plastered a fake barbie smile on her face as the camera panned onto her.

"look who's late!" nick teased, the designated cameraman for the day. she forced herself to laugh, and hurriedly got into the car before he could force her to pretend for longer. she collapsed into the seat and put her head on madi's shoulder, grateful for the presence of her best friend. it was going to be a long day.