Never Meant To Be

Part 6

I've never felt more nervous in my life. I'm waiting for Camila to open her door to let me in and I already feel weak in the knees, and I haven't even seen her yet. I see the door start to open and I am greeted by her mom.

"You must be Lauren, please come in." her mom has a warmest smile, it makes me feel very welcomed "Karla is still her in her room getting ready, she always takes forever to get ready." "Who?" I ask, is Karla her sister, I honestly didn't even know she had a sister, is it her sister's friend? I'm so lost. I'm guessing she could tell by the confused look on my face "I forget that at school she goes by Camila" Camila's name is actually Karla? that's so cute. Why doesn't she go by Karla it's a pretty name. From the right side of the room, I could hear running on the stairs and I look over and it's Camila.

She looks so...beautiful I can't describe her. She's wearing jeans that hug her frame perfectly and a long sleeve that has the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, the simplest clothing and she is still the most eye-catching thing in this room. She gives me the brightest and biggest smile and I can't help but feel my legs go weak.

"I'm so glad you came." she heads over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water "Karla mija, you better clean the house up a little before you go okay" I look over to Camila and I can see her face cringe "maa, I told you that I go by Camila not Karla" "yeah yeah I know but you will always be Karla to me mija" after that her mom gave Camila a kiss on her head before she headed to work "Bye Lauren it was nice to finally meet you" she says with a sly smile. "It was nice to meet you too Mrs. Cabello" "please call me Sinu" with that she left the house.

there was a bit of silence when her mom left the house. "So.... Karla?" I hear a loud groan from the other side of the room, and I can't help but chuckle at her reaction. "I told her that you know me as Camila! I guess she doesn't care" she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Why don't you go by Karla, it's such a pretty name?" as I ask her the question, she walks towards me and motions me towards the couch, and we sit next to each other. "I just prefer my middle name Camila, even though some people pronounce it wrong sometimes" as she's going on about the different ways people have pronounced her name wrong all I can focus on is how our shoulders are touching each other and how sides of our thighs are touching each other.

"Either way you have a pretty name" I turn my head over towards her and she is already looking at me. We looked at each other for approximately like five seconds but it felt like hours in my head. The only reason we looked away from each other is because we could hear a voice coming from downstairs.

"Mila! my friend is here! can you open the door for her!" I'm assuming the voice coming from downstairs is her sister. Camila gets up from the couch and goes to open the door. I recognized the girl, she was on the team, if I am being honest, I don't really remember her name, I feel terrible.

"Stephanie!" Camila says loudly and excitedly, I watch as they hug each other briefly. I feel a slight pang of jealousy, why didn't she give me a hug? Wait why am I jealous? "Sofia is in her room if you want to head down there" Stephanie greets me before rushing down the stairs to her friend. Camila comes back to the couch but this time when she sits down there is some space in between us. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"We have to wait for my sister to finish getting ready before we can leave... so do you have a middle name?" I let out a breathy laugh "yah it's uh Michelle." Camila moves her body so that she is facing me, she has her arm propped up against the couch while her hand holds her head up, if I'm being honest, it's a very attractive sight. "that's such a pretty name! I'm going to start calling you Michelle now" my eyes widen "no no no, Lauren is just fine no need to do all that." "And why not?" as we are going back and forth, I notice that we are slightly leaning into each other. This feels different.