You Know (C.C / You)

thirty-nine

Dinah stood by, watching as her fiancée ran up to her best friend and hugged her. She smiled, loving the fact that her fiancée was so overjoyed and happy.

After a minute of them hugging, Dinah decided to walk up to the two.

"Hey Kendall," Dinah greeted.

"What's up, Hansen?" Kendall hugged the taller girl.

"Nothing much," Dinah shrugged, grabbing Kendall's suitcase. "But I hate airports, so let's get going, yeah?"

•

I got up from the chair, walking over the door. I was dressed in ripped skinny jeans, a graphic t-shirt, a black cardigan, and vans. I opened the door.

"Camila," I took a deep breath. "Hey."

"Hey," she murmured. "Can I come in?"

I nodded, stepping aside and shutting the door. Camila looked around the loft, her eyes landing on the laptop. She raised an eyebrow at me,

"You're writing again?" she asked.

I walked into the kitchen, "I'm trying too. I have nothing so far," I opened the fridge. "Want something to drink?"

"No thank you," she declined, following me into the kitchen. "I was actually hoping we could talk."

I paused and turned around to face her, "There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is."

"Maybe for you," I shook my head. "But not for me. You left me, Camila. It's as simple as that."

"I'm not having this argument again," she mumbled. "I didn't come over to argue. I came over to talk."

"Then talk,"

Camila was quiet for a moment, and then she deeply inhaled, "I miss you, Y/N."

I looked down, not saying anything.

"And I know that I hurt you," she said. "And I regret is everyday for my life. I also understand if you never want to see me again. But I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will."

I still didn't respond, but I kept my eyes on Camila. She wiped a tear away from her eye.

"A-And I don't know what you're thinking," she stammered. "So please talk to me."

I licked my lips, "Instead of running away from me and moving out, we could've talked it out. We could've worked it out and I probably would've understood why you said no. I could've waited, Camila. I'm a patient person, but you decided to leave!"

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"It upsets me," I quietly started off. "It upsets me to know that you chose your career over me," I paused. "My career is based off of you, Camila. That book is based off of you."

Camila bit her bottom lip, probably from preventing herself from crying, "I didn't choose my career over you. We were just so young!"

"If you really did love me," I said. "And you truly meant it, then that wouldn't of matter."

"I - "

"You can leave now," I interrupted her. "Bye, Camila."

•

"The love of my life is getting married," Normani drowned the shot.

"The love of my life doesn't even want to talk to me," Camila drowned her shot.

The two sighed and looked at each other. They were currently at the bar, sitting down and getting drunk.

"How does one simply get engaged while being deployed?" Normani groaned. "I don't get it."

"How stupid was I to say no to her?" Camila ordered another round of shots. "At least you have a shot to declare your love for Dinah. At the wedding you can interject or some stupid shit."

"Yeah? Well you can go up to Y/N and just -- kiss her, I don't know," Normani sighed out. "She isn't engaged."

"She would be married to me if my stupid ass didn't say no," Camila mumbled.

"Okay," a girl next to Camila and Normani started off. "I've been listening to your conversation. And the way I see it, you two have a shot at love. So, stop mopping around and whining, and get your stupid asses up and fight for them."

Camila and Normani turned their head, "Who are you?"

"No one you need to know," she stood up. "Just take my advice."

•

Dinah walked into the kitchen, hearing Kendall and Zendaya chat. She leaned against the wall, a smile falling over her face as she watched her fiancée giggle. Dinah's eyes landed on the blue binder on the table, and she figured those were the plans for the wedding.

"So, when is it?" Dinah asked. "The wedding?"

"Next week," Kendall answered. "We already have everything figured out. Now, all you need to do is figure out what you're gonna wear and who's going to stand next to you as you marry Zendaya."

Dinah smiled, eyes landing on Zendaya, who was already staring at her.

•

"Her happiness was the moon, the night sky, and the stars. When they left, so did her happiness. But when the sun went down and the moon came up, and when the clouds disappeared and the stars appeared from hiding, and when the blue sky turned dark, her happiness was back."

"It's not bad," Ally said after reading it aloud. "I like it so far."

"Yeah?" I inquired, and Ally nodded as I shut the laptop. "That's all I have."

"I actually have a question to ask," Ally told me, sitting on the edge of my desk.

"Shoot for it,"

She looked at me," Do you like Vero? As in more than a friend?" I raised an eyebrow. "Because you sure do seem like it. Taking her and Ethan out to lunch, watching over Ethan for her, and she's told me about you visiting her at work."

I sighed, "I think so, but I'm not quite sure," I answered. "Plus, Camila is back, which makes me even more confused then I already am."

Ally frowned, "You'll figure it out, trust me."

"Ally," I said. "What ever happened to Troy?"

She gave me a small smile, "We broke up because of separate colleges."

"Oh," I softly murmured. "I'm sorry, Als."

She shrugged, "I've had years to get over it," she glanced at her watch, standing up. "Anyway, I gotta go now."

"See ya,"

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-Gracie