so long, london - gracie abrams

07

By the time Wednesday came around the idea of going to a party thrown by a girl that Cameron didn't even know was entirely unappealing. The only reason she was going was because she was the kind of person that couldn't really say no to her friends. She had no problem saying no to anyone else, but if one of her friends asked her to murder someone for them, she would probably do it in a heartbeat. It wasn't like she and Gracie were soul sisters or whatever, but it was just her moral code. And if she was being honest the look on Gracie's face when she said yes made her want to do things for her all of the time. 

Gracie was right, there were going to be people there that she could potentially find interesting or attractive, but she wasn't feeling it. She hadn't been feeling it recently. On Sunday night she and her friend James went out to a club and Cameron was talking to this one girl all night. It wasn't a particularly engaging conversation but she did devote a good chunk of her time to talking to her, but when the girl asked Cameron if she'd like to leave with her, Cameron froze. She didn't want to. At all. Even the thought of kissing her felt suddenly repulsive.

She was so shaken up by that whole incident that she left the bar early, texting James she was leaving. When she got home she thought about texting Madeline and telling her what happened, but she knew Madeline would immediately try to therapise her, and she was not in the mood for that. She instead sat in her bed with a sick feeling in her stomach, a feeling that only went around when at around 11 she received a text from Gracie. It wasn't anything special, just a picture of her TV watching Dune, a shot of Cameron on screen, with the caption 'finally got around to watching something you're in'. Cameron smiled at her phone but didn't respond, instead she got changed and went to bed. 

Now it was Wednesday night, and Cameron had been praying that what happened at the bar on Sunday wouldn't happen again tonight. She wore a simple outfit and Gracie texted her that she would pick her up at 9, so at 8:55 so she made her way outside. A black car pulled up in front of her of her house and Gracie got out, smiling at Cameron. She was wearing a small top, one that highlighted her abs. Cameron tried not to stare but it was a little impossible. She looked hot. No other way of putting it, and all Cameron could do was look blankly at her. 

"Aw don't look so glum. It'll be over before you know it." Gracie said, leaning on the car. 

Cameron nodded, "Yeah I know." She approached the car and smiled at Gracie once she was close enough to see her properly, "You excited?"

Gracie laughed, "Not really, but I'm happy you're coming." 

Cameron smiled and then opened the door of the car, letting Gracie climb in first and following soon after. Once they were in Gracie anxiously toyed with the bracelet that was on her wrist. 

"What's wrong?" Cameron asked. 

"Nothing. I just don't love parties." Gracie said, exhaling. 

Cameron laughed, "I'm not feeling it either."

"Can we ditch?" Gracie asked, turning to Cameron and smiling.

"As much as I would love that you told Olivia you were going. She'll want you there." 

Gracie frowned, "I never took you for the voice of reason." 

"I told you. Full of surprises." 

The party was in a massive brownstone in SoHo. It was packed a little too tight for Camerons liking, and Gracie clung onto her arm as they manoeuvred their way into the main room. The music was loud and everyone was crashing into one another, the floor already sticky from spilled drinks. Once they got to the bar, which was manned by a suspiciously young looking bartender, Gracie sighed.