You Know (C.C / You)

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Reese had helped me choose what to wear. I'm wearing black skinny jeans, a navy blue polo shirt, my black vans, and my leather jacket. I swear, my sister has style.

I decided to leave a little early and pick up a rose. Cliche, but I like roses, and I hope Camila does to.

I took a deep breath, knocking on the door. Her mom wasn't home, I could tell by the car being gone. And Camila had told me Sofia was at daycare again.

The door swung open, revealing Camila in a cute black sweater.

"Wow," I muttered. "You look - beautiful."

"You don't look to bad yourself," she lightly giggled, then looked down at my left hand.

"O-Oh, this is for you," I smiled, handing it to her, then scratching the back of my neck. "I hope you like roses, sorry if you don't - I can b-"

"Y/N, calm down," she giggled again. "I love roses. Let me go put this up, and then I'll be right here?"

I nodded, taking another deep breath as she walked away. I can do this.

•

Y/N had to restrain herself from looking at Camila while she drove. Her hands were placed firmly on the stirring wheel. When the light was red, she took a ten second glance at Camila, then looked away.

Camila was smiling, looking out the window. The windows were rolled down to the middle, letting the crisp morning air blow into the car.

When they got there, Y/N had rushed over to open the car door for Camila, which Camila blushed at. They were now seated in a booth by the window, looking at the menus.

"Good morning," the waitress approached them. "What can I get y'all this fine morning?"

Camila grinned, "Three pancakes with Nutella on them, please. Oh - and milk." The waitress nodded, writing it down, then turned to Y/N.

"Uh, coffee, two scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a pancake on the side, please," Y/N ordered, the waitress nodded and smiled at them, walking away. "You don't drink coffee?"

"No," Camila shook her head. "Except if it's something from Starbucks. I prefer milk."

"In my opinion, Starbucks coffee is way over price," Y/N commented with a shrug.

"True," Camila nodded. "But it's very good."

"Also true," Y/N laughed.

•

Y/N had given the food she didn't eat to Camila. Like she said, she grew up not eating much. Camila ate the rest, which Y/N laughed at.

At breakfast, they laughed and talked about music, their favorite books and TV Shows. They obsessed over Grey's Anatomy and Orange Is The New Black.

Now, they were taking a morning stroll in the park. It was around ten, ten-thirty. The sun was shining, but their was a slight breeze from the wind.

"Mornings are so under appreciated," Camila said.

"How so?" Y/N inquired.

"People sleep through them," Camila shrugged. "Or they work through them. They miss the sunrise and the birds chirping. They miss the cool air and the not so crowded places."

Y/N hummed, "I see where you're coming from. But what if people work so much that they have to miss mornings? Like, what if their job requires them to? Or they're so tired that they have the only time to sleep is morning?"

"Then appreciate the sunset," Camila said. "People don't appreciate the little things."

"That's true," Y/N muttered. The two then began to walk in silence, their arms hanging loosely.

Y/N bit her lip, then took a chance and grabbed Camila's hand, interwinding her fingers. Camila smiled and looked up at Y/N, doing the same, causing Y/N to also smile.

"I've had fun this morning," Camila softly said.

"Me too," Y/N agreed. "More fun than parties, that's for sure."

Camila laughed, "Yeah. Who says you need to get drunk to have fun?"

"Who says our fun has to end?" Y/N stopped walking, as did Camila. She turned to Camila, "You feel like going to the movies?"

"Uh, what movie?"

"Finding Dory?"

Camila's eyes lit up, and Y/N took that as a yes.

•

Reese groaned as she heard a knock on the front door. She was lazy, and she didn't feel like getting up, letting alone talk to someone at the door. She waited for the person to go away, but they didn't.

Reese sighed and got up, throwing a shirt on over her bra. She now wore comfortable shorts and a t-shirt.

Reese trudged over to the door and swung it open, "What?"

"Is Y/N home?"

Lauren stood on the other side of the door, now staring at Reese.

"No, she's on a date with Camila," Reese crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

"Just need to talk to her,"

"You can wait inside, if you want," Reese offered.

"Uh, okay, yeah," Lauren nodded, walking inside and shutting the door behind her.

"You can either wait in the living room or her room, I don't care," Reese told Lauren. "She won't be home until like, one. They went to a movie too. I'll be in my room."

Lauren nodded, watching as Reese shut her bedroom door. Lauren sighed, awkwardly standing in the living room. She noticed how there weren't any family pictures, or any sign of their parents.

Lauren decided to walk down the hallway, opening a door that revealed Y/N's room. Lauren glanced at the other door, quietly walking over to it and opening it. Lauren's eyebrows furrowed, not seeing a bed or anything. No dressers or night stands. Just empty space.

Lauren then closed the door, walking back to Y/N's room. Y/N said their parents were on a business trip, but where was their stuff? They couldn't possibly take a whole fucking bed with them, could they?

Lauren Y/N's door behind her. Her eyes darted around Y/N's room, going over to the nightstand next to her bed. She opened, but only found notes, some homework, earbuds, a key, and gum. She walked over to the desk with a laptop on it, trying to open the bottom drawer, but it was locked. Lauren grabbed the key from the nightstand, unlocking the bottom drawer.

Her eyes slightly widened, finding the glock. She closed the drawer and locked it, going to the next one. Printing paper, but no printer. Must be in the living room or somewhere else.

Lauren decided to look on the laptop. She didn't know what she was looking for, but something is up with Y/N. No sign of parents, and a locked drawer with a gun in it.

She clicked on the files, finding a hidden on. When she clicked on it, it required a password.

Lauren typed in, Y/N. But got denied.

Virginia.

Denied.

Reese.

Access granted. Lauren mentally patted herself on the back. An article popped up, and Lauren sat down and began to read.

•••

well, y/n and Camila seem to be having fun on their first date. but uh oh, Lauren may of just find out y/n's and Reese's secret.

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-gracie