Grow Old Without You (A Camren Story)

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Grow Old Without You (Chapter 1)

CAMILA NOW

"I swear if she doesn't stop playing Lana del Rey, I will personally burn her Vinyl player, her records and her freaking leather jacket!" Dinah said as she threw herself on my neatly fixed couch, dropping all the pillows on the floor. 

"Dinah! I just fixed that!" I said irritated at my friend. I seriously just fixed just before she came in the door shouting at me for being late again for dance rehearsals. Well, sorry to inform you that I was too busy fixing my house before I have to leave for work. 

"Well, I don't care. Come on. We're going to be later than we already are. Where's Little L?" She said as she put her feet up on the coffee table, almost hitting the vase that I just caught on time. She is pissing me off, I swear if I was just as big as her, I will beat her down. 

"Can you please stop calling her Little L? It's a fucking double meaning okay, I know it, everybody knows it except for her. So please, for the love of God Dinah!" I screamed at her as I stoop up and went to the foot of the stairs. "Are you coming or not? We'll be late for the rehearsals!" I shouted to the emerald eyed, leather-jacket wearing girl. "I swear if you don't go down I will—"

"I'm here, I'm here okay." the girl ran downstairs, almost tripping on her untied shoelaces.

"Tie your laces!" I yelled at her as she rolled my eyes at me. I am not in the mood for anyone's bullshit right now. I walked out of the house, locking the door behind me as I followed Dinah and the emerald eyed girl. It was a quiet ride to the studio, and all you would hear was the light tapping of Dinah's nails on the steering wheel, or the constant honks of the cars around us. Atleast I get quiet time that I haven't had in the past 10 years of my life. But hey, I'm still performing, still with my girls, well some of them, and still doing what I love. 

"Here you go Little L. Run to that door up there where Jack is. He'll bring you to the right room okay?" Dinah said as she stopped the car.

"Yup! See you there. And enjoy the paparazzi!" She winked at us as she ran to the back door. Fuck the paparazzi. 

After fighting for our dear life to get inside the dance studio, we finally are rehearsing for our 3 month tour around America. Well that makes it North America and South America. Everyone was here at the rehearsals. Mama Drea, Mani's mom,  Milika, Dinah's Mom and Clarissa, the one responsible for making us extra pretty. Troy was here too, which was now a normal thing. Management was also here ofcourse and Sean, our bestfriend and ofcourse the master behind all our choreography. 

"Take 5, then we'll run down from the start. No interruptions, okay?" Sean commanded as he checked the sounds system next to will, our Tour Manager.

"Oh my God I am so out of shape, I will die." Mani said as she collapsed on the floor, catching her breathe. 

"Little L's the only one not heaving." Dinah said as I glared at her. I told her not to call her Little L just hours ago.

"Well, she's freaking 10, so that would explain alot." Ally said rolling her eyes. "Lana, please, give me some of your God given dancing talents. Just a little bit, please?" She playfully kneeled on the floor, begging like a lost puppy.