Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)

Chapter 4

Y/n laid her guitar down on the cushion next to her, shifting her body downwards so that her head could rest against the backing of the sofa.

She stared absentmindedly at the flurry of stagehands and other crew members running through the halls through the open door to her dressing room. The energy from her fans that night had been amazing, their support filling her chest with genuine happiness for the first time in months.

So why did her heart feel so heavy with grief and longing?

It only intensified as she recalled the look on Camila's face as the lights came down and the concert had ended. She'd wanted to find the brunette and talk to her, maybe try to explain herself; but by the time Y/n had ran to the VIP section looking, Camila was long gone.

Y/n buried her face in her palms, using the tips of her fingers to rub at her exhausted eyes in frustration. Something in her gut pulled at her insecurities, telling her that she'd somehow fucked everything up even more with the introduction of her new song. Furthermore, the little spark of hopefulness that they could at least reignite some sort of friendship faded away as quickly as it had come.

The artist stood, pacing the small room anxiously as the gears in her brain spun trying to find a way to salvage this hypothetical situation. The rational side of her recognized that she should remain calm, but her overthinking tendencies drowned that out about forty-five seconds after exiting the stage.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts by the soft buzzing coming from her back pocket. She pulled the phone out, choking on some spit as she read the name flashing across the screen.

'Camila'

"Hello?" Y/n sounded hesitant as she answered, not entirely sure where the unexpected phone call would lead.

"Hey." Camila paused, her voice sounding much different than their previous encounter at the coffee shop. Y/n's stomach churned with guilt and she squeezed the small device tighter to stop herself from saying anything.

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

The artist looked at the phone in surprise, excitement and dread pooling in her stomach as she responded.

"No," She answered a little too quickly, "Can I see you?"

"That was my line."

Y/n smiled at Camila's somewhat lame attempt at humor. She knew the Cuban was likely trying to ease a very awkward and difficult situation.

"But yeah, that's why I called. I really need to talk to you. Can we meet up at the same coffee shop from earlier."

"Oh you mean where you decided to tie-dye my shirt with your morning coffee?" Y/n couldn't help the humorous remark since Camila had already broken the ice with her own comment.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I'll see you tomorrow morning at 9. Don't be late."

The call ended before Y/n had a chance to respond, but she didn't feel discouraged oddly. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she envisioned the Latina rolling her eyes at her snarky comment as she tucked her acoustic guitar into its case. Heading for the door, she grabbed her AirPods from the small table next to the door and popped them in to drown out the noisiness.

Tomorrow would prove whether or not the two women could really resolve what had happened two years ago.
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Her stomach swam with waves of nervousness as she made her way up to the door of the coffee shop.

Y/n hadn't exactly slept the night before, mulling over potential conversation outcomes again and again in her head. She scoffed to herself quietly as she reached for the cool metal handle.