ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ - ʟᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀʟ

'36 - Communications'

Cam POV!!
"Cam please open the door." I hear Pablo beg in front of my door.

"Cam please you've been locked inside here for 3 days, you can't miss out on your winter break like this." Now I hear Pedri.

"Cam it's christmas eve tomorrow." This is definitely Ferran.

"Cam he's not home." As I heard this, I open the door straight away.

"Oh my god Cam." Pablo gasps. It's not a shock to anyone the current mess I am in. I've completely changed.

"You need to talk it out-" I interrupt Ferran.

"Ferran." I clear my throat. "I am not talking anything out with anyone, we're simply done and dusted, we're clearly opposites."

"But Camilla he loves you!" Pedri interferes.

"Love can't drive a stable relationship, consider it all done, if you want me to move out I can." I snap back.

"Now you're going too far, no-one's moving out from anywhere." Pedri raises his voice.

"Guys relax! They need their own time to speak alone." Ferran stands in between me and Pedri.

"I don't want to speak to him." I say firmly.

"Cam that won't fix or help anything, you need to speak." Gavi says.

"None of you fucking get it!" I scream at them, and they all go silent. "I got humiliated by him, I went over there to help him out and he spoke to me in the most bizarre way and didn't accept any of my help! And he doesn't care!"

"Stop fucking yelling." Pedri sighs. "It won't solve anything."

"You think that's normal?" I scoff.

"No it's not, but you're teenagers Camilla, don't take things to heart that much! You both overreacted too much." Ferran advises.

"One fight doesn't make you break up Cam, it's not how it works." Gavi joins in.

"Fine." I breathe. "I'll speak to him, only because I want to make it work. If we want an adult relationship, we need to treat each other like adults."

"That's my girl!" Ferran cheers.

"Can he now leave his room?" Pedri asks.

"So he is home?" I was shocked.

"We had to speak to you in some way." Pablo shrugs.

"I'll go knock at his door." I shoo them downstairs and walk towards his room.

I knock at the door slowly then back away, and scratch my arm. He stood at the door with a black set, the most regular he wears, but he looked different, he looked broken.

He looked at my face and his eyes widened, I gesture if I could come in and he moves out of the door to invite me in.

When I tell you his room is a mess, that word is an understatement. Our fight looked like it had impacted hard on him.

I clear my throat and sit on the edge of the bed, while he joins and sits on the opposite side.

"Basically-"

"So-"

"You speak first." I look at him.

"Fine." He fidgets with his fingers. "I'm sorry with the way I acted, I was scared to act weak and hurt then maybe you would leave me. And I asked you to leave because I felt extremely embarrassed and angry, and me throwing the bottle away was overreaction from me I know. I'm so sorry I frightened you."