Insecure (Normila)

Insecure (Normila) Part 3

"Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean!" Camila sang loudly as she swayed in her seat. Instead of being on the dancefloor, which was really just a living room, the Miamian opted to hangout on the couch as she watched people at this house party have fun. Lauren was one of those people.

It was her idea for Camila to enjoy the night out, although it didn't appear that her idea was a very successful one.

With a roll of her eyes, Lauren marched over to her reserved friend.

"What are you doing?" The green-eyed girl asked, looking baffled that Camila was glued to the couch.

Camila pointed to her ear and shook her head. "I can't hear you!" she said and stood up, taking Lauren's hand, leading the path to a hallway. "Sorry, what were you saying?" Camila asked, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I kind of brought you here so you could, you know, have fun," said Lauren.

"I am having fun."

"Oh, is that why you're married to the couch and your phone?"

From the look on Camila's face, which featured a raised brow, you could tell she didn't care for Lauren's sarcasm. Lauren noticed this and sighed as she turned towards sliding door window that was stationed before them.

"If I wasn't having fun I would have told you and left," Camila replied, making sure to keep her eyes on the other.

"Alright," Lauren said, the pitch of her voice a bit higher. She rubbed her palms together. "Since you don't seem to want to go home, why don't you dance with me for the rest of the night?" Lauren stepped closer to her friend.

Camila hesitated and Lauren rolled her eyes.

"What's wrong with you? This is not the Camila I know," she complained, smacking her hand against her own thigh.

"Relax! It's still me, it's still me. It's just, you know people talk and you know how you are when you dance with someone, and I don't want Normani to get the wrong idea," Camila rambled.

At first all Lauren could do was just stare at her friend. Then she laughed.

"You don't want Normani to get the wrong idea, but she left you at home to hang out with her crush?"

Camila sternly looked at Lauren, who basically recited Camila's words from a conversation they had in the past.

"Just because you think someone's hot doesn't mean they are your crush! And she didn't leave me anywhere!" she argued.

Lauren's eyes widened and she held out her hands in surrender.

"Well, unless Normani knows something I don't, she shouldn't be worried or policing you on how to act with your friend," she replied, flipping her long hair over her shoulders. "That's all I'm saying."

"She's not policing anyone," Camila snapped.

With a dramatic sigh, Lauren rubbed her temples. "I need a drink. If you come to your senses, you know where to find me."

Camila barely looked at Lauren as she walked away, instead grabbing her phone. She and Normani's text conversation remained the same for the past hour:

Hi babe just letting you know that I'm going to a party with Lauren so if I'm not home when you get here that's why. Love you! Hope ur having fun my baby <3  

Oh. Have fun.

Babe? Are you mad?

Nah u good.

Lies you tell!

Camila had even checked Normani's social media profiles to make sure she wasn't boldly ignoring her. But now the brunette decided it was just time to call her girlfriend.

Meanwhile...

Normani had just stepped into the apartment that she shared with Camila. Her feet were relieved from the pumps they had previously been in. Holding them in one hand, she found the light and went to the bedroom.

She wasn't surprised to see that Camila wasn't home, knowing that Camila had gone out.

I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up, I'm not gon' stop, I'm gon' work harder. I'm a survivor, I'm gon' make it...

"Hello?" Normani answered her ringing cell phone.

"Hi," Camila sighed in relief from the opposite end.

Normani instantly felt bad for not returning her girlfriend's text. "Hi babe. I made it home okay," she said, knowing Camila would appreciate that information.

"Oh, good. I'm still here but I think I'm gonna take a cab."

"Why a cab? Didn't Lauren take you?

"Yeah, she did but she's with her other friends and I'm kinda mad at her."

Normani switched her phone to her other ear. "Oh really, why's that?" She proceeded to listen as Camila talked about the argument she and Lauren had gotten into. "Maybe if she knew how to keep her hands to herself I wouldn't mind you hanging out with her."

"I didn't know this whole time you had a problem with me going out with her," Camila said.

"When you're with your other friends it's not a problem-"

"I know baby but you should trust me," Camila said, causing Normani to hear the pout in her tone.

"I trust you, but I don't trust her. Lauren thinks she can touch every girl, but that's a no-no when it comes to you," the African-American girl said, pursing her lips. She paused. "Are you still coming home?"

"Yes, so don't fall asleep!"

"I'll try not to," Normani chuckled lightly, knowing she'd fight to keep her eyes open if she had to. "But have Lauren and one of her friends take you. Free ride anyway."

Camila didn't oppose that idea. She knew Normani was just being protective. "Okay, but tell me what you're gonna do to me when I get home," she flirted.

Normani listed the sensual activities she'd ideally purse on her girlfriend once she got home, as Camila got ready to leave the party.

"Oh god, Mani, you're so hot....wait til I get home."

Maybe a little insecurity in a relationship now and then wasn't so bad.

AN: I have to firstly thank everyone who has either voted, commented, and even to the ones who have just been reading-I appreciate it all! I have decided to extend this story and if you want, feel free to give me any ideas for what you would want to see happen. I already have something in mind for the next part, which should be posted soon. I hope you enjoyed this!