I'm not crazy camila/you

€•Ch.8•€

I'm starting to loose focus but I still have the memories running through my mind while I allow them to slip between my lips perfectly explained.

"The 2nd beautiful girl came my way" I say just above a whisper not quite looking to meet his snarky gaze he has me under

I don't bother to give him the satisfaction of giving him my attention to see his facial expression.

"The 2nd beautiful girl ? What's her name" he asked, confusion laced in his deep slightly strained voice

I close my eyes slowly still remembering her long, carmel tanned soft fingers and how they fit securely intwined with mine

I sigh audible, "Oh lord I pray to god to know, I wish I knew."

I look at him to see him nodding at me to continue with his lips in a straight line.

"I can still remember her fruity mango sent, it soon became my new favorite fruit"

=Flashback=

I got into an confusing argument with Camila not to long ago

I haven't gotten much sleep lately having billions of question about my significant other and the green eyed mysterious beauty running through my mind

Camila started to notice and at first she started off angry saying "stop being stubborn and get over it, stop questioning me in your head and just be happy with me" I remember the fiery in her eyes as they locked with mine

I was scared shitless, then next she's clinging onto me in a needy manner telling me, "baby lets just be happy love me, give me love, I want your love, I need it, I crave it" she whispers the last part

She's not what they call hot and cold or bipolar, the poor petite Cuban is just confused that's all I don't blame her one bit

Why am I still protecting her in my own mind ?

Cause I love her and I'm confused myself

So here I am sitting on the wet grass that'll probably stain my blue jeans when I get up, but I could care less

I left her apartment that is now also mine as I seemed to have moved in with her the 2nd week of dating her

Obviously without my permission of corse

I sit here looking at my reflection in the pond that's lit up from the London Eye across the pond I'm sitting on the edge of

All my focus and concentration as been completely off since that night

I've been begged by my father to take a couple weeks off at work as he says I look like complete shit and am not functioning right

He's right but he'll never know a portion as to why I've been this way

I'm gonna say it for the hundredth time as I never get sick of hearing it

'Camila is fucking me and my life over'

But I'm still confused as to weather I find that as a good or bad thing to my perspective

You'd think I'm crazy for liking, enjoying, and savoring every devious thing she does but it's just what I never knew I needed

I'm not crazy

I always craved adventure and she's giving me sensational exzodic vibes and shocks of it that tingles and runs all through out my body

I'm brought out of my thoughts by these light footsteps squishing in the wet grass from behind