Something about her

- 9 -

3 hours.

That's how long Camila's been getting ready for now. (Or at least, that's how long she has been trying to get ready for.)

She just can't seem to find an outfit good enough for tonight. I mean, she has nobody to impress.. Okay, maybe she wants to impress a certain somebody. But it's like she doesn't have the strength to even take a jacket off of the hanger right now.

Dinah arrived 2 hours ago and it's 7:25pm now. She has to be at the club in 35 minutes but she just can't seem to find something to wear no matter how hard she tries.

She's had a shower, done her hair and makeup but now it's just the outfit to choose. She's pulled out almost everything she owns and there's at least 200 items of clothing thrown haphazardly on her bedroom floor. She's tried hanging them up in different areas of her room and then spinning round and pointing to one randomly. That didn't work out. She's tried asking Siri. She's no help either. It's almost like God doesn't want her to wear any clothes tonight. (Maybe she'll try that out.)

"Why don't you wear a dress?" Dinah suggested as she stood against the doorway looking at Camila in her underwear. (She won't admit it out loud but she's enjoying the view a lot.) Weirdly, she feels comfortable when she's half naked in front of Dinah. God knows why, but hey, she's not complaining.

"No. It won't be comfortable enough to spin in." she answered as she rummaged through her closet.

Dinah sighed as Camila threw another pair of jeans behind her causing them to fly across the bedroom and land on one of the many piles of clothes. "What about high-waisted shorts?"

"No. Don't like my legs."

It's like whatever I suggest, she finds a reason to turn it down she thought to herself.

"Come on, Chancho, your legs are fine" she sighed, taking a sip of her beer.

"I'm not wearing shorts, Dinah!" she turned around and noticed her looking at her with a strange look on her face. "What are you- why- why.. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason" she answered, "except maybe the fact that you were voted number 2 as hottest woman of the year last year and yet you're moaning to me about how you don't like your legs.. I mean have you seen them?"

"I just don't like them, okay? Stop being weird" she responded, flopping down on her bed and covering her face with her hands.

"I'm not!" she laughed as she walked into her bedroom and sat next to her on her bed. "I'm just saying.. I will never understand why you're self conscious. You- you're probably the hottest girl I've ever met"

"Shut up" she mumbled into her hands.

"I'm not kidding! I may be the most annoying person you know-"

"That's true" she interrupted.

"-but honestly, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.. You're beautiful, Walz.."

The brunette finally sat up and looked at Dinah. If she could read the expression in her eyes, which she could, she'd be able to tell that she was 110% telling the truth.

"You know.." Camila started, "you sometimes make me wonder why we're not together"

Dinah laughed at her and pushed her shoulder playfully. She looked down and talked after a few minutes of silence. "You make me wonder why I ever let you go"

And there it was.

The two of them had never told anybody, and never mentioned it to each other since. But when the two of them met at age 14, Dinah had a huge crush on Camila. One night, when they were 18, the two of them were at Dinah's house for thanksgiving. They were hanging out in Dinah's room and the tongan leaned over and kissed Camila. The brunette kissed her back, not fully aware what she was doing at first, but the two of them decided to date each other. They dated for about a year when Camila found herself gradually not being interested in Dinah anymore. Maybe it was because at her 19th birthday, when she, Dinah and a few other friends went for a meal, she found herself weirdly attracted to the waitress. The two of them agreed that their relationship didn't work and luckily it wasn't an unhealthy break-up. They both loved each other as friends and nothing more so it was a mutual decision to just stay friends.