You Know (C.C / You)

twenty-six

I knocked on the front door, waiting for someone to answer. While I waited, I heard a noise behind me, causing me to turn around. I saw a teenage boy with brown shaggy hair, staring at me.

"Uh," I furrowed my eyebrows. "Who are you?"

He smiled, "Austin. Austin Mahone. And you're Y/N, right?"

I glanced around, feeling a little awkward, "Uh. Yeah."

"Cool," he scratched the back of his neck. "I live next door to Camila. You're her girlfriend, right?"

I nodded, hoping Camila would answer the door soon, "Yeah. Why?"

Austin shrugged, "No reason. I just find it amazing how I've been trying to get with her for a year now, and you come around and sweep her off of her feet."

I raised an eyebrow, "That's because she doesn't like dick, Austin."

"Yeah," a slow smile formed on his face. "But that can always change. See you around, Y/N."

He crossed the lawn, going back into his house. I turned back around, just as the door opened. Camila wore jeans, one of my sweatshirts, and vans.

"Hey!" she smiled, letting me in. "You know, you can just walk in at anytime, right?"

"Oh," I mumbled, shaking my head. "That kid - Austin, he seems creepy."

Camila rolled her eyes, "What'd he say to you?" We climbed the stairs, going into her room.

"Just he asked if I was your girlfriend," I said. "I said yeah. Then he walked away."

I left out the creepy part, not wanting her to get spooked out. Camila sat on her bed, and I glanced over to her window. I walked over to it, seeing that she has a direct view into Austin's room.

I shivered, "I don't like him." I shut the blinds, along with closing the curtains.

"Neither does Dinah," she said. "Or me. He's just weird."

I nodded my head in agreement, sitting down next to her. Camila stared at me, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to ask questions.

"It's okay to ask, Camz," I softly said, grabbing her hand. "I'm mostly over it by now, alright?"

Camila nodded, then hesitantly asked, "Who else knows."

"Lauren," I blurted out, and she confusingly looked at me. "I didn't tell her - she just, found out. She was snooping through my things and found the article. Reese pulled a gun on her, but I calmed her down."

Camila's eyes were slightly wide, "You guys have a gun!?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "We both do. Just for protection."

Camila nodded, dropping that subject, "Do you uh, have nightmares about it?"

I bit my lip, "Occasionally, yes. But not lately. Not since I've been with you."

Camila nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled a bit, grabbing her hand.

"That's good, right?" Camila inquired, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I softly chuckled. "That's really good."

•

I zipped up my jacket, just as my bedroom door opened. I glanced at the door, then back to the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair and turned around, leaning against the dresser.

"What's up?" I inquired, staring at Reese. She glanced down at the ground, then back up to my eyes.

"Uh," she paused. "Can I go to the party, too?"