I Like You | Camila/You

Twenty Three

(A/N): PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME FOR NOT DOUBLE UPDATING! I KNOW IM AWFUL! I GOT SUPER BUSY DURING THE DAY I HAD LIKE NO TIME, THEN THROUGHOUT THE WEEK I HAD SCHOOLWORK AND PARENTS AND BIRTHDAYS TO DEAL WITH! I AM SO SORRY! I LOVE YOU, PLEASE DON'T THINK I DON'T!

Okay, here's your story.

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The next day I couldn't get out of bed. I felt like crap and couldn't get Camila out of my head. Everything in our relationship kept replaying over and over in my head and causing me a headache.

I slowly crawl out of bed to go get some medicine. I walk into the bathroom and reach into the cabinet and open the pill bottle. I look at the pills. They all seemed so white and pretty. I ignore my thoughts and just take one and walk out of the room. I remember I had bought some liquor a couple of days ago and it still hasn't been touched. I walk into the kitchen and grab the bottle, quickly opening it and taking a long swig. I wipe any extra beer that hadn't made it to my mouth.

After about an hour of drinking and watching Americas Next Top Model, I was seriously drunk and wasn't able to focus on anything. Without thinking, I decided to take a drive, somewhere.

I decided to drive to Camila's house. It's been a while since I've been here. But it still looks the same. Her apartment is smaller than mine. It's just 1 story and kind of small. But it didn't matter because we always found that no matter how small it was, we were extra comfortable together. I walk up to the door, wobbling as I go, and knock very gently. Her door opens and her eyes widen. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying, her body was more small then it was the last time I saw her.

"What, what are you doing here?" She asks, making a quiet sniffle to try and show me she wasn't crying.

"I love you." The words escaped from my lips. I didn't know what I was doing, it just slipped.

"(Y/N), I can smell the alcohol on your breathe." She sighs and let's me in.

"Camila, I love you. I haven't been over you. I can't stop thinking about you. But the thought of that girl you fucked just keeps popping up and I don't know what to do. I just know that I love you and I want to be around you. I wanna hug you and feel your warmth again." The words slurred out like I hadn't stop drinking in 2 days. What was wrong with me? In with Lauren!

"You're with Lauren, remember?" Camila sighed. She read my thoughts.

"I am. But that doesn't stop my feelings." I say, scooting closer to the Cuban I once loved. I saw tears form in her eyes.

"I betrayed you. I don't deserve your love." She says and sits on the floor. She starts to cry. I sit on the floor with her and lift her chin up.

"You may have betrayed me, but the fact that it's been an entire year and your still crying over me, shows me you care." And right then, I kissed her. I did what Camila did to me, to Lauren. It turned into a deep make out scene and I ended up on top of Camila.

We kissed for about 5 minutes and I started to reach down Camila's pants. I heard a soft noise come out of her, but she dragged my hand away.

"I can't do this to you. You're drunk. And with Lauren." She sighs. I smile.

"I can tell you've learned your lesson." I say. Camila smiles. I knew what I had to do. I knew what was right. I just didn't want to break Lauren.