You promised

No. 22

> Camila's pov
March 12(Friday) // 11:08 am

"Today I want you to ask your selves,'what is the visual focal point of this shot?'." My photography teacher says. "Why is a focal point important?"

I raise my hand to answer and she points at me to answer. "When you look at an image you're eyes will need something of interest to hold it. Without it, people with just take a glance at it and move on to the next one."

"Very well." She smiles. "Now, why am I asking this? You all learned about focal points in you're beginners class. Why are you learning it now?"

My attention is drawn away when my phone vibrates on my desk. I check and it's a text message from Taylor. I slide my phone to answer.

Taylor💋: can you bring me toilet paper? I'm in the second stall on the second floor next to the wall of windows.

I smile at myself and reply.

Me: HAHAHAHA okay. I'm on my way

I get out of my seat and walk out the classroom after signing out. I walk upstairs to the bathroom.

"Taylor you're such an idiot." I laugh, walking into the first stall.

"Who checks the stall before using it?" She laughs. I smile and give her the toilet paper from under the stall.

"Thanks!" She says and I wait for her to come out. The toilet flushes and she walks out with a huge smile on her face.

"What's up with you?" I laugh.

"There was toilet paper in the stall." She shrugs and washes her hands. I furrow my eyebrows together and check the stall. There is toilet paper and the one I handed her.

"Then what's the point?" I laugh, walking back out.She sighs and l leans against the wall, sliding down. I furrow my eyebrows and sit next to her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think max and I should date." She sighs.

"What?" I ask sadly. "But-why?"

"It's weird. We act more like best friends than a couple. When we're all together it's like we're not even together and when we're alone it's like we just met each other." She shakes her head. "I don't like it."

I frown and sigh. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't know how to tell him. Maybe is just me? I love him. But I think maybe like a brother? I don't know." She says frustrated. "I just-I don't want to hurt him. Or lead him on."

"Tay I think you should talk to him. Let him know how you feel."

She nods and says,"I'll talk to him after school."

"Okay, are you gonna be alright?" I ask, getting up. She nods and I pull her up. "I'll walk you to class."

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5:37 pm

"I'm so bored." I frown. My parents look at me and shake their head.

"How about you mow the lawn?" Dad says sarcastically. I laugh and shake my head. "Go hang out with your friends. It's Friday."

"Okay." I smile and unlock my phone to text Taylor.

Me: what are you doing
Taylor💋: I was about to take a nap.
Me: I'll be at your house in ten minutes
Taylor💋: okay

I get off the couch and walk upstairs to my room. I grab a backpack and put some pj's and and two extra outfits. I grab my charger and laptop and walk back downstairs.

"I'ma sleep over at tay's." I announce as I was downstairs.

"Okay. Be careful." Mom warns.

"Can I take your car?" I ask, shyly.

"No!" Mom says. I laugh and ask again. "Nope. I'll just drop you off."I frown and nod. "Your father and I were going out anyways."

"Alright."

We all climb into the car and dad drives me to Taylor's house. I say goodbye and the leave as soon and I step out of the car. I walk into Taylor's house because the door is unlocked. There's no one home to I just walk upstairs to her room.

"Hey." I smile, immediately throwing my backpack to the side and laying on her bed.

"Shh!" She shushes me with her eyes closed. I laugh and try to sleep. I shift to my left side to see if maybe that'll help me sleep. When I find that it does not help, I shift again to my right. Then, once more on my stomach. "Stop moving!" Taylor shouts.

"Sorry." I laugh. "I can't sleep."

She opens her eyes and laughs. "I'm trying too, but I can't." She sits up and looks around.

"How is it that we both have boyfriends, yet we're laying in bed like a sack of potatoes on a Friday night?"

I laugh and nod. "I don't know. I want a crepe."

"A crepe?" Taylor laughs. "You have the weirdest cravings, but lucky for you I want one too."

I smile and smirk. "Crispy crepes?"

"Crispy crepe!" She yells and we jump off he bed and slip our shoes on quickly. Crispy crepe is this amazing creperie in Charlotte. It's amazing! It might be far but who cares! It's crepes!

I grab my phone and we walk downstairs. Tay grabs her keys to her car and we hop in, after locking the house up. We blast the music in her car and she rolls her top down. 

"Is it too late to say sorry?" We sing at the top of our lungs to Justin Bieber's new song Sorry. I take my phone and open snapchat. I take a video of us and caption it "My Friday night" And post it. I put my phone in my purse and throw it at the back seats.

"I'm sorry!" We continue singing.

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