IN TIME (Camren)

Part 2

The rest of the day went by quickly, as usual Camila didn't stop from rambling about how happy she was we're classmates. I can't blame her, because throughout High School even though we don't have the same classes, I'm just the only one she considered as a true friend.

Camila is a reserved person, she is the kind of student who would rather stay in the library than to watch any kind of ball game. She is a very great person when you got the chance or she'd given you the chance to get to know her. She won't usually talk to others unless you made the first move, that's the kind of person she is. But, what most people still do not know about her is, she loves to sing, and I love it when she does. You never know what I feel whenever she brings her guitar in her hands and starts to strum the first chord of her favorite Ed Sheeran song. You never see how beautiful she is whenever she's singing with her heart and letting all the emotions come out to the song with her eyes closed. It is a very endearing scene to see, and that's how I fell in love with her. I watch her with so much love at everything she does, even though she wasn't even aware I'm watching her and I'm falling in love with her. And that's okay, as long as she is happy and wants me to stay by her side, I'm okay. The important thing is I know she loves me, even not in the way that I do.

I am now inside my room sitting on the bed side, we just got back home from school and fortunately I feel less exhausted because Camila and I get along really well at every class.

When I was about to stand up, someone slipped their arm around my waist. I jumped slightly because when you thought you're alone inside your room someone will just suddenly do that. But when I turned my head, I let out a sigh of relief when I see Camila smiling at me.

"Come on, stand up. Stop thinking." she said as she stood in her feet and offered her hand to help me stand up. I took it, and we stood shoulder to shoulder as she held the camera up at face level. "Say, Camila is so cheesy."

I narrowed my eyes down her, but she just gave me her puppy eyes and I can't say no to that.

"Alright, I'll do it." I said, and she jumped happily.

"Camila is so cheesy." I repeated, and she snapped the picture.

"Nice!" she said, angling the screen toward me. I am a little bit taller than her, so our heads were next to each other and I am leaning on her head. Camila was grinning widely, and her eyes sparkling.

"I looked like a crap." I said, and she looked at the screen.

"You're beautiful. Your green eyes are seriously awesome. No joke." She hip-checked me absently, still studying the screen. She didn't know how those words instantly put such an impact to me. I can feel my cheeks burning red.

"Am I crazy or do I have a picture of you wearing this exact same shirt?" She suddenly said.

I glanced at my the 1975 shirt, well probably she has but I decided to tease her.

"That's impossible. I've never worn this shirt before." I said, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Hmmm... well, whatever." she said dropping it. But I couldn't hold it back anymore and I laugh at her.

She gave me a glare, "How could you?!" she said slapping my arms but I just laugh at her.

"If you're asking me if you are crazy, yes you are crazy for thinking that I would've not worn any of my the 1975 shirt before." I said still laughing.

She narrowed her eyes on me, "I can't believe you." she said pretending to be angry.

"Sorry not sorry." I said smiling, and she just rolled her eyes as she put her phone back in her bag.

"Fine, that's the last one." she said as she took me by the hand, and led me by the kitchen where our families were already waiting for us for dinner.

Ugh! I love this girl.