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Camila : hola <3

Y/N : it's fucking four in the morning what do you want?

Camila : tu ;)

Y/N : what does that mean?

Y/N : oh you want a tutu!

Camila : queso?

Y/N : Camila can I please sleep now and talk about tutu's later?

Camila : no no tutus.

Y/N : si si sleep :)

Camila : levantate Mija

Y/N : I don't even know what that means.

Y/N : it better mean good night

Camila : get up

Y/N : Camila it's too early to use a translator

Camila : I don't care

Camila : I want to see u :)

Y/N : can you see me when I'm not tired?

Camila : :(((((((

Y/N : fine I'll get up

Camila : YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAA

Y/N : where am I suppose to be going?

Camila : escuela

Y/N : what??!!!

Y/N : Camila!

Y/N : ughhhhhhh why do I like you so much?

Camila : bc I lick u ;)

Y/N : that's what she said ;)

Camila : ¿Quién diablos es ella?!

Y/N : huh?

Y/N : ohhhh

Y/N : ayeee Karmelita

Slowly throwing on a hoodie I inched towards my door — the floor creaking below me. Shutting the door , I sighed — I've never sneaked out of my house before , this feels so new. But why am I doing it? To see Camila? Fuck. Is this... nah. I threw the hoodie over my head attempting to make myself look bad ass but in reality my heart was beating 60 mph as I was terrified of being caught.

Finally as I had made it to the window I unlocked it slowly and began to open it — looking outside my window , my eyes widened. How could I forget I was on the second floor? How the hell was I suppose to get back? Then I remember Camila coming into my room once like a fucking super monkey up the tree. I knew I should have taken gymnastics... I gulped as one foot stepped outside of the window frame and how the other shakes not wanting to follow as if it had a smarter brain of its own.  I took a deep breath , the roof croaked even louder but as I let one hand out of the window to hold on to the tree I knew I was fucked — "shit shit shit" I whispered — my brother had walked into my room. I let go of the window frame on fright and had almost fell off the roof.

The only thing saving me from a long fall down was my hand on the tree — I'd rather be in trouble then have a broken arm — "what are you doing?!" I whisper yelled but no response — suddenly he circled once around my bed before walking outside of my room. "The fuck?" I thought. Sleepwalk. Was the only possible thing I could think of. "Thank you." I whispered.

My other arm grabbed the same branch of the tree my right hand was holding and as I had a good grip on it I knew I had no other choice now. Climbing down the narrow tree , I had smiled as my feet touched the trimmed green grass. "This better be worth it..." I whispered — looking back at my wifey opened window which made me start regretting my decision.

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"Camila?" I shouted softly calling out her name hoping she was near now that it was 5:21 AM. — "boo!" I heard her shout — I didn't even jump , "no?" She pouted and I smiled — "ah!" I said faking it and she giggled.

"te extrañe" she said as her arms were now around my neck — "does that mean i missed you?" I asked her and she looked at me confused "I missed you too." I said her perfectly sized head now buried in the crook of my neck — after a while like that I felt her lips touch my neck — purposely. Small neck kisses made me smile , she had pulled away and I smiled at her taking her hand.

"Lauren me enseñó a decir..." she paused forcing the words out — was she going to say? "B-Banana —" she giggled and I laughed "aw." I poked her nose.

"Pero y/n , te tengo que decirte algo importante..." I only recognized important and dog. "Huh?" I raised an eyebrow — something I do when I'm confused. "I-Ilegal..." illegal? What? "Illegal?" I asked and she took my finger and pointed at me. I saw her eyes begging to water up. "Yo...m-me" she stuttered out.

"Your illegal?" I asked — "fuck I forgot..." I whispered to myself — "mis padres van a llevarme a Cuba el miércoles."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"Yo. G-Going. Cuba." She said going with the wrong pronunciation but I had ignored it — her tears told the story in clear English. She was going back to Cuba — because she was illegal. "W-Why..." I felt my words begin to break — not evenly. "No quieren que no pase el último año..." she said — I had made a few words from that and began to understand a few — her parents didn't want her to fail high school.

"Quería decírtelo antes que nadie — Lauren ni siquiera sabe." She looked down — I didn't even pay attention to what she was saying anymore — I couldn't understand. I couldn't understand how this was happening — I finally begin to understand myself and when I do...this happens. "Y/N?" She called "volveré después de graduarme... Me voy a quedar con mi abuelita..."

I looked up at her — a tear finally dropping down from my cheek — she had noticed it as she had wiped it away with her sweater. "I can hire you and English teacher — I can help you pass 12th grade...I'll do anything for you to stay Karla..." I said taking her hand and she shook her head "no es posible...lo intente ya." She said looking me in the eye — "b-but...there has to be a way..." she inhaled deeply and looked around smiling her eyes all red and puffy. "I-I'm sorry..." she said and I couldn't help it — everything I've been holding back just exploded out of me. Tear after tear — she pulled me closer — I felt as if I couldn't even breathe anymore.

"Y/N...mira me..." her finger leaned my chin up to her. "Quattro dias..." she put four finger up — she leaned down to kiss me — the taste of her and my teardrops all over my lips. But we didn't care "te amo...y/n...mucho." she whispered as she pulled away slowly "I love you too..." I said pulling her closer to me for another kiss — we stayed like that for a while until we pulled away for air , I didn't even want to and I could tel she didn't want to either...we were in the moment she took my hand and interwinded our fingers together — she leaned her head on my shoulder , sniffling. I couldn't believe this was happening. Four more days with the girl of my dreams...just four.

These past two months passed by so quickly and now they were coming to a bloody end. How could his happen? I continued to ask myself.