Caminah Smuts

Break Up To Make Up

It had only been just over a week and Camila was already at her breaking point. They had got their yelling and screaming at each other out of the way within the first few days and decided they were better off taking a break. Neither of them knew exactly what that meant or for how long, but they both knew it meant no cuddling, no kissing and definitely no sex. It was impossible to avoid each other when they live in the same house with two other occupants and Dinah made it even more difficult for her. She would deliberately walk out of the shower with no towel or bath robe and bend over her dresser apparently in search of underwear but for way longer than necessary. She would deliberately push her entire body up against Camila in an attempt to retrieve the milk in the morning. Their kitchen was unnecessarily large so Camila knew there was more than enough room and she really shouldn't have found herself pinned against the kitchen counter and Dinah's eyes on her, just waiting for her to crack. But she hadn't. Not yet.

She had continued filming her covers of course and Dinah would join her, throwing in a scathing sarcastic remark here and there. Camila felt bad; she was the one who suggested the break after all and she could see how sad it made Dinah. She looked lost and her frustration showed in her words. Yes, Dinah was always sarcastic and mean and cruel in her words, but this time they stung hard but Camila didn't blame her. She felt it too; the loneliness, the frustration, the longing glances at one another when saving the school sometimes got a little too heavy. They both knew they needed each other but they both knew they're also bad for each other.

Camila sat down at her computer that evening in an attempt to make another cover or Q&A. She always enjoyed singing to her small fan base but lately it was difficult. She missed having to edit out all the times Dinah deliberately interrupted, swore, or couldn't keep her hands off her or when it went from PG-13 to a much higher rates video in a matter of minutes. What annoyed her at the time made her laugh now and it made her heart heavy.

"Hey guys," she sighed dejectedly.

"Things have been quite... difficult lately here at the apartment, as you might have noticed. Along with our strange and ever so dangerous campus, some personal issues have arisen and well..." Camila paused and swallowed the lump building in her throat.

"I have decided to take a short break from filming every week for you guys," she managed to say through a shaky breath.

"That's not an easy thing for me to say because this is something I've always enjoyed. It's just that I need some time to myself and maybe documenting every inch of our relationship along with singing wasn't the healthiest thing to do."

When Camila looked back up at her monitor, she saw a familiar face hanging in the doorway. She swung around immediately.

"D-Dinah," she stammered. "I thought you'd gone out."

The soccer player looked sad, sadder than usual. Camila noticed she was wearing a new outfit, something Camila had never seen before. It was a tight white t-shirt with suspenders and those really short shorts she owns with knee high stockings. Shit. Camila couldn't keep her eyes off her, she looked hot and she knew it.

Dinah just shrugged nonchalantly. "I just came down to see whether you're talking to yourself or making another video."

"Oh," was all Camila said as Dinah still watched her while making her way over to the chaise.

She was about to return to her small audience before Dinah spoke up again. "You're not serious, right? About quitting your videos?"

Camila looked away from her, unable to look at Dinah directly. "It's for the best," she said as she looked out the window.

Dinah shook her head, "it's annoying and half the shit you put in them is entirely unnecessary, but you're good at it Camila. People enjoy listening to you. And I know you enjoy making them."