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Camilas POV:

Camila was sitting on the small couch in her living room, watching the notebook (for the 100th time) and eating the yummy pizza she ordered. After 2 hours of gushing over Ryan Gosling, she finished the movie, cleaned up, and went into her room.
Her room was quite small, but efficient enough for her to be able to live everyday without walking into everything. The apartment had two bedrooms and a loft so Sofi's bedroom became the loft, and she loved it. Everyday when Sofi got home she would run up the stairs and bounce on her bead screaming "THIS IS THE COOLEST." After a while it gets annoying, but whatever floats her boat.

Camila's room consisted of white furniture, a sliding door closet, a small tv, and about 10 one direction posters scattered all over her walls. What, you're never too old to love a little 1d. Camila sat down on her bed grabbing her guitar on her way in. She has been practicing for a while now and whenever she has time she is always playing. She's currently working on a song right now, but she doesn't think it's that good. With improvements, she might share it with someone, but it has to be someone that will appreciate the music as much as she does.

Camila plays what she has so far by memory and she's doing better than she thought. She starts getting really into it and begins creating different melodies. She's always been into music, she loved it dearly, but she never thought she could make it into something. She's been writing songs since she was 12 and picked up the guitar at 14. Ever since then, you can't take her away from music. It would be like ripping out a part of her life which is way too important to loose. If she's ever in a bad mood she can count on music to make her feel better. Whether it's writing, singing, playing, or dancing around her room, it always lifts her mood. It's one thing she knows will never let her down.

Camila continues playing until she hears a soft knock on her front door. Puzzled, Camila walks out her room to the front door and looks out the peep hole. Outside the door stands a medium sized girl with black hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful face that fits her qualities perfectly. The girl is looking down to her feet waiting. She starts to walk away until Camila quickly opens the door. She hears the door and with that the girl walks back up to the doorway with a bright smile on her face. Camila stands in the door way a bit confused, not really knowing what to do.
"Hi," the girl says.
"Um, hey," Camila responds a little bit wary.
"I'm Normani," the girl says a bit shyly,"I just moved in across the hall and I wanted to greet all of the neighbors properly. Uh, since you know we are gonna be living in such close quarters," Normani finishes with a small smile on her face.
"Oh that makes sense... Well um I'm Camila, it's nice to meet you Normani."
Camila returns the welcoming jester by smiling brightly. At this point Camila becomes awkward and doesn't really know what to do. So she makes one really weird and silent giggle.
Normani notices this and takes it as a chance to make conversation.
"So, by the looks of things I'm guessing we go to the same school... And tomorrow is my first day," the girl says a little bit shaky, "um, is it possible for you to maybe, show me around?"
Oh so that's why she was so hesitant, Camila thought. She seems like a really sweet girl.
"Of course... You are in my grade right?"
"11th?"
"Yup, well it looks like we're set"
"Alright," the girl looks down at her shoes and starts playing with her skirt, "well thanks and I guess I'll see you."
"Yes you will, see you Normani."
"Bye, Camila."

Camila watches as Normani walks away... Hm more like a strut. She seems like a cool gal. And more importantly for Camila the beginning to a great friendship.

Camila closed the door and went back inside. She put away all of her things and got ready for bed. She took off all of her makeup, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and put on an extra large sweatshirt.
Camila slept peacefully that night and got a good nights sleep with an interesting dream.