Over (camren / clexa)

2. Housemate

Weekends at Dinah's were always great, the pair never failed to have fun one way or another, even if they did nothing but lay in the dark watching old disney films for the fiftieth time in a row. But on this particular weekend, Sunday evening rolled around quicker than Camila had hoped, because this meant returning home to face a harsh reality of a situation that the girl did not like one bit.

Dinah had left for her dance class a couple hours earlier, leaving Camila alone with the Hansen family, something she didn't mind at all. After Dinah, this family was the next best company, she could never find herself bored with all of the kids. Seth and Regina, Dinah's young siblings were very fond of the brown-eyed Latina, and eagerly told her all of their stories of pre-school drama, and games they had made with their friends in the playground.

It was a sweet escape for Camila which were times of which she thrived, granted these times usually included the young ones having this conversation with her little sister Sofi, and Camila overhearing as she watched them, but it was still a favourable activity of Camila's.

It was around 9PM and the sun had just about disappeared from view below the horizon, the astronomical twilight setting in. And the energy of Camila's small world shifting to a calmer, more copable level. Milika had offered to drive Camila home, however she had rejected, thanking Dinah's mom for the generosity. Camila still really just wanted to prolong getting home for as long as she possibly could.

"Are you sure Camila? It would be absolutley no trouble,"

"Thanks, but it's okay, don't wanna put you out, I'll be fine to just walk the twenty minutes home," Camila met Dinah's mom in a warm hug, before stepping out of the Hansen home onto the porch, taking one long breath in a feeble attempt to cleanse whatever hot tempered anxiety had been boiling inside of her. "You know fresh air, time to think, it'll probably do me a world of good" She decided, knowing fine well she could make the twenty minute walk at least an hour and a half if she walked slow, the long way round, with a couple added detours along the way.

Milika offered a sympathetic smile before herding the kids off into the lounge, leaving Camila to herself, in the gentle Miami air.

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The walk was quiet, and the soft evening breeze soothed the Floridian heat, though the temperature was nothing that the young Mexican-Cuban could not cope. Camila enjoyed walking. She remembered the times of her past, when her family truly did have nothing to fall back on. Her mother bringing small Karla Camila Cabello over seas from Cuba to America, to offer the best life she could for her child. It meant leaving her old life behind -even her husband, Camila's father for a while.

It wasn't long before these thoughts became invasive, irritating the young Latina. The Cabellos had fought through so much hardship to where they were finally at a point of happiness. They were living, Camila had thought that they were living well. Of course the happy had to be taken away from her. When was she ever allowed happy?

Turning the final corner onto her street, the sitting dread, weighing in her stomach quickly multiplied as her gaze landed upon the moving-van outside of her home.

"No, please, not so soon."

The brunette ran into her home and met her father, almost toppling him and the boxes he was carrying.

"Camila, please be careful. Can you take this box into the summer house for our new guest, I need to get Sofi ready for bed."

"Dad wait, but-" Alejandro had disappeared upstairs before she could even protest.

"This isn't a guest, it's a goddamn parasite," the brunette quickly murmured under her breath, pacing herself for the greeting to come.

Camila looked through the kitchen window, box in hand, soaking in the sight of the newly inhabited summer house. The memories of a younger version of herself building it with her father while her mother was pregnant with her little sister were quickly becoming tainted, while Camila could not help but feel her family-hood to be threatened. The sickening feeling that things would be changing drastically latched onto her insides and would not settle.

She hesitantly exited through the back door and headed over the grass toward her new least favourite place, knocking twice on the door of the shack-like building that she and her father had constructed together years ago.

The wooden door hinged open, to reveal the new tenant. A new girl. A new girl her age. A new girl her age, whom she had already been acquainted. The situation boiled Camila mad for sure, but the only thought passing through her mind at this very moment was that the beauty of the woman standing before her could start wars. How not a single artistic concept could ever mirror the gleam in her smile and the chills one look could send down Camila's spine.
Her eyes drifted to the box in her own hand as she snapped out if her daze, quickly reminded of the situation at hand.

"Camila, you live here?"

"Yes. And apparently now you do too, Lauren."

"Yeah, I picked up a couple jobs here and there, like at Juice Blend, and I couldn't afford a place of my own, but when I saw this place listed online I took the offer straight away."

Camila glared at her blankly, her vision becoming unfocused as she no longer cared for a conversation with anyone at this moment.

"Right, I- I gotta go."

She found herself darting in the opposite direction of the girl intruding into her home. Feeling little care toward how she rudely ended that greeting with her new house member. She sprawled up her stairs to her bedroom, scrolling through her contacts to find Dinah's number - stopping that effort abruptly, reminded that Dinah would still be at dance class.

Tossing her phone onto the bed, she slumped onto the mattress beside it, emptying her lungs of their misery.

Camila stared at the ceiling for a while. Time had passed around her but she had yet to move from that one position. She simply didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she couldn't do anything to stop the situation, but she also didn't know how she was going to deal with it either. It was now that she was lulled out of her deep contemplation as a sort of hum drifted through the open crack in her window. She listened intently, making out a soft rasp chime escape from the summer house in her back yard, realising the noise she was hearing was a singing voice, and that of the Cabello's newest home addition.

Camila let out a long sigh before picking up her phone and typing out a message, but the gentle melody stopped almost as soon as she hit send.

Camila: I can hear you singing.

Lauren: Sorry, I'll keep it down.

Camila instantly felt a pang of guilt in her chest, she didn't know what was even going on with herself. One minute she wants this girl off of her property, hell Camila wanted her out of Miami that evening. But now she felt ashamed in herself for disturbing the girl in her yard.

Camila: I didn't mean you had to stop

Lauren: It's okay it's late anyways. Goodnight Cabello.

Camila knew this was going to be a long rest of the school year, already realising the newfound friendship she was building with the white-toothed teen in her back yard, was bound to only lean downhill from this moment onward.

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