Camren One-Shots

My Little Sister and Her Pancakes

Camila's POV

"Mija, we're going to leave now! Bye! We love you! Take care of Sofia!" My mom shouted to me before she shut the door. My parents left for a business conference they had to attend for a week in New York and my only job was to keep my sister and I alive for a week. Simple, right? Yeah, no. It was a little more complicated than that. 4 year olds are harder to control than you know.

After numerous attempts of chasing  her around the house to get her to take a bath, go to bed and finish her food, I was spent. Finally, I calmed her down with a little bribery of pancakes in the morning and got her to comply to my requests, as soon as she  collapsed on my bed and passed out.

"Mila! Mila! Mila! WAKE UUUUUUPPPPP!" The four-year-old jumped and landed on me jolting me out of my slumber.

"WHAT? WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON? IS THERE A ROBBER? CALL 911! STAY BACK HERE I'LL GO-"

"Mila, there's nothing wrong!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU WAKE ME UP?"

As if it were the most reasonable thing in the world she said, "...we're out of pancake mix."

"OHMYGOD" With that I dove back into the sheets.

"NoOOooOOo! Mila! Please! Please! Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee!" After begging me relentlessly, I gave in and found myself driving my hyper sister in the passenger seat, who was singing loudly to Taylor Swift on the radio, to the local grocery store at 9 in the morning on a Sunday. And as a person who usually sleeps in until 2 in the afternoon, I just wanted to go to bed. 

I walked into the grocery store with only one goal in mind. To get the goddamn pancake mix so I could go to sleep.

"Mila, can we get toppings too?" 

I replied some sort of grunt/"sure" combination since I still hadn't had my morning coffee yet. I wasn't paying much attention to her because I was browsing the pancake mix debating which brand I should buy.

"Soph, what brand does Mom usually buy?" I turned to face where I assumed she was trailing me and she was no where in sight. I went into complete panic mode.

"Soph? SOPH? SOPH! SOPHIA CABELLO?!" God, Mom was going to skin me alive. I HAD ONE JOB. IF THEY WORKED FROM HOME WE WOULDN'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM. Frantically I searched each aisle calling her name as brushed past shoppers while looking for my little sister. On the verge of tears and ready to accept my death, I heard something. A voice. Sophia's voice. In the aisle next to mine. 

"I like LOTS and LOTS of syrup on my pancakes, do you like syrup?"

A velvet voice followed, "I love syrup, but we need to find your mom, Sophia."

I ran to the next aisle to find Sophia holding the hand of a really gorgeous girl, about my age.

"SOPH! There you are! Don't leave me like that!" I crouched down to her height and Soph ran to me and gave me a huge hug.

"Mila! This is my new friend Lauren, she likes pancakes too." I looked up to see flowing dark hair, piercing green eyes and a bright smile. I stood up, brushed myself off and stuck out my hand.

"It's Camila, I'm her sister. Thank you so much for catching Soph, I don't know what I would've done."

"No problem." She sent me a winning smile, which I returned.

"Alright, Soph, it's time to go. There are pancakes that need making!" I said to the little girl.

"But what about Lauren?"

"What about Lauren?"

"Well she likes pancakes too! She probably wants pancakes too! Can we bring her over for pancakes?"

"No, she's probably busy-" Sophia's eyebrows furrowed and it looked like she was going to have a tantrum.

"Actually, I'm free today. I would love to join you for pancakes!" Sophia was ecstatic to say the least.

What ended up happening was that Lauren, Soph and I spent all Sunday morning laughing hysterically while making some bomb-ass pancakes and dancing and singing obnoxiously loud to Justin Bieber. Then it came time for Lauren to leave. Frankly, in the simplest terms Sophia didn't want her new best friend to leave just yet, and honestly, neither did I. It came to the point where I couldn't negotiate with Sophia anymore as she clung like a koala bear to Lauren's leg, begging her to stay.

"Maybe I should give your sister my number, that way you can contact me anytime and we can make more pancakes next time!" Lauren's suggestion caught my sister's attention. "Is that okay, Camila?" I nodded willingly. Sophia let go of Lauren and Lauren jotted down her number on a napkin then handed it to me when she got to the door.

Before she left she reminded me, "Make sure to call me!" With a wink, "...so we can make more pancakes." I smiled and put her number in my pocket as I closed the door behind me.

"Looks like Mila's got a crush..." Soph whispered to herself with a smirk, assuming I couldn't hear her.

"WHAT WAS THAT, SOPH?" I turned to her.

"NOTHING!" She yelled as she ran away from me laughing. So no, it wasn't the easiest job watching over Sophia. She was trouble. But I got to hand it to her, because if it weren't for her and her goddamn pancakes I wouldn't have met Lauren.