Linger (Camren)

Chapter 5: What Makes Us

{Camila's POV}

My eyes flutter open and I'm immediately met with darkness and warmth.

It takes my brain only a second to register where I am, making me extend my limp arm over my head and push the pillow off my face and into the floor. Rolling over onto my stomach, I reach over to the table by my bed for my phone, not bothering to check the clock.

My body has a natural alarm clock. No matter what time I go to sleep. I always find myself waking up at 8:30 AM, on the dot. It's almost frightening at this point, but I've grown accustom to it.

I like mornings anyway. The world seems more at ease. Almost tranquil. For those few hours where the streets are clear, not a car within ear shot or a person in sight, those are moments that I like to think are made just for me.

Checking my messages, I'm met with seven "angry" texts from Dinah, wondering where I was last night. My favorite being:

China 💕(11: 55 PM) : Bish! I better get one of your long ess good morning texts about how shiny the earth is, or how good grass smells at 6am, or whatever other weird crap that pops into that brain of yours, or else I'm coming to your house and giving you a personal poly beatdown BRUH...

China 💕(11:58 PM ) : No but really, text me in the morning please Walz. I'm kinda worried. Love you.

I send her back a few texts to ease her qualms. One telling her that I was at Gio's with a friend last night and she had nothing to worry about, which I know is gonna lead to another conversation as soon as she sees it.

The other one being a lengthy text about how still and fresh the air is in the wee hours of the morning. That should hopefully distract (or confuse) her a bit from the last message.

The only other notifications from last night were two calls from Phoneix, most likely checking up on me. Which if you think about it, should have been the other way around.

Just as I'm about to put my phone down, I'm suddenly hit with the image of the green eyed beauty from last night. As promised, I shoot Lauren a quick good morning text before completely jumping out of bed and freshening up. I hoped I wasn't disturbing her this early.

I mosey my way into the kitchen to make myself my usual banana french toast. Breakfast time is a party here in the Cabello casa. I plug in my Ipod to my portable speaker, and let whatever song plays dictate the mood of the day.

After hitting shuffle, I'm met with a four beat drum tap before soft and soothing vocals consume the room.

Find your light
Don't hide from what you are
And rise before you fall
And hope for something more
Live if you really want to
Live if you really want to

I sing along to the calming tune. Most of the songs in my library are, as some would classify as, "Chill". All I know is that, if I were a pothead, I'd be set with the music, man.

All my life I've been looking for something amazing
It's almost like I've been stargazing
The sky is right above me
We, were meant for something bigger than this
Don't ever try to dismiss
yourself cause you don't have

I scramble the eggs to the beat of the song, dipping the thick bread slices in the mixture, growing more confident with my singing as the sizzling from the pan adds to the ambiance of the moment.

All my life
my dreams just seemed so far away
And now it's like they're here to stay
I hold it close to me
We, were meant for something bigger than this
Don't ever try to dismiss
yourself cause you don't have to