MY LITTLE ARTIST

NINETEEN

Lauren

After Camila left on Friday morning, I couldn't help but feel almost annoyed by her behaviour towards me. I didn't know what had happened between the pair but only assumed that Olivia had poked some fun in her direction. From what I know of the mysterious Camila so far, she has quite the hot temper

Still, I didn't ponder over it much on the weekend, my head ached and my sinuses blocked to the point I had to call in sick for work. Frankly I enjoyed the time off, laying in bed watching TV with nothing but an oversized T-shirt felt almost well deserved

I laid with my head resting against the pillow, not a thought in my mind but the desperate housewives replaying on the TV. It was quiet, peaceful and in no way dramatic like last week, that was until the sound of my door opening caused me to lean up onto my elbow with a fast beating heart

"Sam?" I called out, watching the doorway before Camila appeared in front "Holy shit Camila you scared me!" I croaked, my sore throat really giving me a run for my money "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She smirked, inviting herself into my room "Your door was unlocked" her reply was humorous,  she'd obviously taken the weekend to get over her foul mood "You're asking to get robbed you know"

I slumped back into the sheets with a grunt, dragging at my eyes as she paced to stand at the end of the bed "So this is the beast I've been fucking!" She laughed "I've never seen you without all of your makeup before"

"You're charming!" I spat "Answer my question anyway, what are you doing here?"

She sighed, throwing her head back as if I was the one being strange "I came to class and got told by some stupid substitute teacher that you were sick! So, I decided to come and see if you were faking it or not"

I sat up now to lean against the headboard, watching as she kicked her shoes off beside my dresser "Well here I am, sounding like an idiot with no makeup and messy hair! Research complete my darling"

She rolled her eyes with folded arms "You could at least be happy to see me!" She pouted as I cocked a brow in her direction "Forgive me Camila" I began sternly "But the last time I saw you, you were yelling like a new born about how you didn't need or want me to give a shit, so" I continued "Here I am, not giving a shit!" I finished with a wink

She threw the worlds smallest tantrum ever, stamping her foot with a grunt before flailing her arms to speak "I wasn't mad at you! I was mad at Olivia! I came here didn't?" She rambled like a guilty toddler "Doesn't that prove I want to be around you?"

I stared on at her with a stern grin, somehow holding back the laughter until she spoke again with a deep breath "I'm too tired to walk home now" I let out a laugh before reaching to lift up the corner of my covers, she ran quickly beside the bed and jumped in while I threw the cover over her "Apology accepted" I spoke back sarcastically "Don't get it twisted though, I'm still mad at you"

"Oh I'm fine with that" she replied bluntly, pulling out her phone to begin scrolling through social media while I turned back to face the TV in front of me "Yep, I'm sure you are" I laughed gently, rolling my eyes with a small cough "So long as you're entertained, I'm going back to sleep"

With that I turned around and buried myself beneath the blankets, my eyes closing for only a moment before hearing her voice again "You look good without makeup you know" she mumbled "Pretty instead of hot"

I took a deep breath before turning back to face her "Thanks, but I'm still mad at you" she glared at me with an open mouth "Seriously?" She gasped "What do I have to do? Write you a fucking poem?"