Not What I Thought You'd Be | Shawn Mendes ~ Camila Cabello (ON HOLD)

~ Chapter Four ~

"It is better to end something and start another than to imprison yourself in hoping for the impossible."

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~ Camila's POV ~

I open the car window, crank the music up to clear my thoughts and head towards Liz's middle school. The autumn breeze pushing my hair away from my face. I inhale a breath of fresh air and smile, thinking how free and lively I felt at this moment.

I drive down the highway and slow down the car when I'm by her school. Her school is ten minutes further away from mine. While I wait for her, I'm shuffling through music, looking for a pop CD which I haven't gotten bored of One Direction, Taylor Swift, Maroon 5, and some more which I didn't feel like listening to. These were all the albums and singers I listened to with him.

I can't pay him back for how much he has helped after Ethan's accident. What am I thinking?

I let out a small laugh at my thoughts. Pay him back? Huh, where did that come from? I will never forget what he said that night before he left.

Maybe Ethan dying was never a coincidence.

I shiver and look down at my fingers. I dismiss the thought quickly and look out the car windows.

Where is Liz? What is taking her so long? I look down at my watch, 2:40 pm. She should be here by now. Just as I was about to open the door to look for her, she slides down the passenger seat and glances at me.

"Sorry I'm late, can we go now?" she asks and I roll my eyes. She is just impossible to deal with but I don't say anything to her. I think she had a bad day, only if she knew what happened to me. The ride home was in silence. Liz barely said anything, something must have happened.

I unlock the car doors and wait for Liz to step out. I hand the house keys to her and lock the car. I walk to the house, Liz already went upstairs, and that is weird. She is worrying me now. I quickly take off my shoes and pace upstairs. I go to my room first and fling my bag on the bed then I go to Liz's room, next to mine. I open her door and see her curtains were down and she is in bed, laying down.

"Liz, you awake?" I whisper. She does not say anything, I stand there for ten seconds waiting then I go downstairs.

I go to the kitchen and take out the casserole dish from yesterday. I heat it up and it smells so ravishing, making my stomach grumble. I remember I have not eaten anything since the morning and the cafeteria food makes me want to vomit. After the beep, I take out the dish from the oven and grab a plate and fork. I eat in silence, wondering about Liz.

She is always the one to talk and I always listen to her drama. If only mom was still with us. I make a mental note to ask Liz what happened in school after she wakes up. Dad is going to be back by 18th September which is tomorrow.

I do the dishes and head upstairs to my bedroom. I stand in front of the French balcony, my mom designed for me. She was an interior designer. I look outside at waves of the beach in front of my house. The kids there are so happy, all playing a game of tag in the water, flashing their bright smiles like nothing could go wrong but little do they know.

Flashback

We were holding hands and look at the waves of the beach in front of us laying down on the sand. The day was not really hot and the sun was just setting. The wind blowing on our faces. I look at our intertwined hands and smile, thinking how much he makes me happy. I turn my head to his face and slowly drink in the features of his face. He is looking ahead at the waves, smiling as he closes his eyes and inhales the wonderful ocean breeze. He opens his eyes and turns to look at me.