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12

Camila
"Hey Camila." I heard someone. I looked up from my phone, and it was Matthew. I didn't really feel like talking to him. At all. He was waiting for a response from me, but I just went back to my phone.
"I was thinking that maybe we could go get ice cream." He smiled, taking a seat on the bed.
"Not in the mood." I shrugged, not facing him, but still making eye contact with my phones' screen.
"Okay?... Well, what about tomorrow?" He asked.
"Nah." I made a weird face that I can't quite describe. "I'm actually not in the mood to talk to you right now."
"Can I ask why?" He questioned.
"No, because I'm just going tell you. I'm not in the mood to talk to you because, well, how do I put this? You basically tried to ruin Nash and I's relationship."
"He told you." He sighed, looking down at the beds white comforter.
"Yes. He didn't want to, but he did. I'm glad he did, because if he didn't then I would probably just be thinking that I'm the reason why he broke things off between us. And some friend you are, making him let go of someone he cared about for your selfish ass."
"Mila..." He put his hand on my leg, but quickly removed it when the door opened, revealing Nash.
"What's going on here?" He asked.
"Just talking." Matthew shrugged.
"And we just finished." I added in. We sat there in silence, until Matthew spoke.
"You picked her over me?" Matthew asked Nash.
"Sometimes, your supposed to put your happiness before someone else's happiness. And that's what he did." I told Matt. "Matthew. You would have taken away my happiness too."
"I'm sorry." He sighed, putting his hands on his face.
"Me too." I said, getting up and walking out of the room.
"Camila!" Nash yelled. He caught up to me, and interlocked our fingers.
"I'm still a little scared, with the whole Eric thing." I sighed, laying my head on his shoulder.
"If he lays a finger on you.." He started. "I'll go crazy."
I lightly chuckled at his response, squeezing his hand a bit.
"Are you ready for your performance tomorrow?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"I'm excited." I nodded. "But, after that, I'm going to have a lot of free time, and I'm going to be bored out of my mind."
"That's why you have me. Your boyfriend." He wiggled his eyebrows. I nodded, smiling down at the ground. I was comparing our feet size, and mine were really small compared to his.
He laid his head on top of mines, and that's when I realized we were outside.
"We walked all the way out here?" I laughed, looking at the sun.
"Let's walk back." We turned around, and continued walking somewhat slowly, enjoying each other's presence.
"I was a shy girl growing up." I randomly said, breaking the silence. It wasn't the awkward silence you get when you see your ex and have small talk, it was more of a peaceful silence. You know, enjoying the moment kind of silence.
"Really?" He questioned. I nodded, earning a smile from him.
"My real name is Karla." I told him another fact.
"I know that." He chuckled. "You changed it or something?"
"No. I just don't really like the name. So, I like to go by, Camila." I shrugged.
"Strange girl." He lightly laughed.
"With a strange mind." I added.
"That has a strange obsession with bananas." He laughed. I smacked his arm, shortly laughing with him.
Nash
"We're better together!" Camila sang to me.
I chuckled at her, laying down on my back on the hotel bed.
"Give it to me, I'm worth it!" Camila sang once again.
"I love your voice." I smiled up at the ceiling.
"I love your eyes." She said.
"I love your hair."
"I do too." I stood up and she started laughing.
"Your supposed to say thank you. Not 'I do too'." I shook my head, smiling.
"Oops." She shrugged.
"Say thank you." I told her.
"Thank me." She teased.
I rolled my eyes, causing a laugh from her.
"It's 12:23. I should get ready for bed." She sighed, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
About five minutes later, she came back with her hair in a ponytail and in pajamas. While she was in the bathroom, I changed into some black sweats. She laid down, hugging the stuffed animal I got her, then closed her eyes.
"Camz." I called her name. She opened her eyes, waiting for my response.
"I'm not tired, so I'm just going to the other rooms with the guys for now. Okay?" I asked her. She nodded then closed her eyes once again. I kissed her cheek then turned the light off, walking out of the room.
"Are you whipped yet?" Lauren asked me, once I closed the door.
"Whipped?" I questioned.
"Yeah, you know. Whipped." She said again.
I stood there quietly, thinking of the word, whipped.
"What does that even mean?" I asked.
"How do I put this..." She started. "Like, a guy being controlled by his girlfriend. So I'm asking, are you being controlled by your girlfriend."
"Like, she's telling me what to do and stuff?" I asked.
"No, well, that's basically the definition, but I'm saying, like, your always smiling when you think of her or blushing. Like that sort of way." She smiled. I shrugged in response, causing her to sigh.
"Good night, Nash." She chuckled, before walking into her room which was across the hall.
I took out my phone from my sweats pocket, and unlocked it.
I went to my google app, and opened it. I typed in whipped and the top definition showed, and it read, 'having been flogged or beaten with a whip.'
That's not what I'm looking for. I scrolls down a bit, and I found 'Urban Dictionary: 'Whipped.'
I clicked on it and waited for it to loaded, I began to read the definition.
'Whipped: being completely controlled by your girlfriend or boyfriend... in most cases, a guy being controlled by his girlfriend.'
I scan my eyes down a bit, reading the example sentence.
'Damn! Joe is whipped!'
I locked my phone and began to think of the way she used the word 'whipped'. I walked back into the room, and turned the light on to reveal a sleeping Camila in the bed.
I turned the light off then walked to the bed, laying down next to her. I closed my eyes, and slowly started to fall asleep.
Whipped