She's Cuban » camila X you

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{ y o u r p o v }

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, when I heard my mom yell "hon, your phone is going off and it's very annoying can you please come get it?" My eyes widened — what if she answers and it's Camila saying something cute?! "One sec, mom!" I managed to yell out before rinsing — as I rinsed quickly I ran to my room where my mom had the phone in her hand "no Inglesh—wrong numedo," she had pronounced horribly I don't even think she knew that she said that wrong she looked proud.

"Mom, it's Ingles and número." I corrected "whatever you need to start blocking all these foreign numbers — they keep getting their números wrong." I rolled my eyes when she didn't look and she walked out of my room.

I quickly unlocked my phone knowing it was Camila who called — but when I looked at my last call it was actually Ally. "Hey Al, what's up?" I asked her as I flopped onto my bed "okay you have like fourty minutes to get to the airport — I hate breaking a promise but Camila is leaving today not Monday!" She said and I automatically stood up — "Al, I don't have a ride! I let my dad use my car his is getting fixed." I said to her "what about your moms?" She asked and I swallowed down "what am I going to say? Hey mom I'm borrowing your car to chase after my dream girl?" I said sarcastically — "look I'd help you if i could but I can't," I sighed. "What about DJ or Mani?" I asked still having hope.

"I know Lauren's out with Normani, they're at the mall – you know the far one. And if they even they decide to come it'll take thirty minutes for them to get there —" I cut her off knowing how long she could go and I didn't have the time. "What about DJ?!" I exclaimed.

"She's with her aunt in Orlando." I sighed "why can't you lie to your mom?" She asked "it's just not an option —" "I have an idea but your not gonna like it..."

Me : hey Austin...can I get a ride...to the airport?

Austin : wrong number

Me : please I don't have time I need a ride to the airport!

Austin : fine...I guess

Austin : I'll be there in five.

Me : thank you!

"Hey..." I said awkwardly as I got in his car — I saw him wave at someone from behind me. "Does she know about us?" Austin asked "my mom?" I asked and looked back as she waved at me. "No, she doesn't."

"Great, I'm your beard." He grinned and I rolled my eyes playfully — "you know it's sad that I'm barely figuring this out..." I smacked my lips at his comment. "You weren't always. I did love you —" I said putting my hand on his, but removed it as I put my seatbelt on. "So why are we going to the airport?"

I sighed and looked out my window "Camila lied and said she was leaving Wednesday but it's Monday, and she's leaving in like thirty minutes now." Austin started the car and sped out of the driveway "we better get you there quick then!" I looked at him and smiled he was always a thoughtful boy — he was so kind and respecting towards me. I only wish the best for him.

It felt like a long twenty minute drive to the airport as we approached the doors — "go get her." Austin said as he stayed in the air "thank you so much!" I said smiling at him for a little too long because I saw him look down and blush...maybe? "Just go, call me before you leave." Austin said — "okay." I whispered as I rushed to the airport — fuck I didn't know which flight was going to Cuba.

As I ran in I met faces with a security guard who only warned me to slow down and I did — "do you know where the next flight to Cuba is?" He just nodded plainly towards my right "B3." He said and I smiled
I walked quickly towards that way until I heard a loud speaker above me call out "The plane is now boarding for a flight to Cuba at 3:20 PM, I repeat plane is now boarding." I began to bolt my way there until I saw a window where you could see the people walking inside toward the plane.

"Camila!" I shouted although I couldn't see her. Suddenly the line of people stopped and a girl came to the window — it was her.

{ c a m i l a ' s  p o v }

La vi, aún no giré y la seguí como había visto en la películas, sólo me paré y la miré. La vi correr hacia mí "Are you boarding?" Escuché a una azafata preguntar, no lo entendí muy bien pero supe que era mi señal para irme. No podía decir adiós a y/n, ni siquiera un beso de despedida por mucho que quisiera sentir sus labios como nubes. Me dio dolor de cabeza pensarlo mientras as caminaba alejándome con vergüenza.

~ TRANSLATION ~

I saw her...yet I didn't turn back and chase after her like I've seen in the movies. I just paused and stared. I saw her run after me. "Are you boarding?" I heard a flight attendant  ask — I didn't quite understand but I knew it was my sign to leave. I couldn't say goodbye to y/n, not even a kiss goodbye as much as I wanted to feel her cloud like lips. It gave me a headache thinking about it as I walked away in shame.

{ y o u r  p o v }

I know she saw me — our fucking eyes locked, she didn't stop for me. She only stopped to stare at me struggling to catch her as if it was a bloody game to her. Anger and frustration filled me — It took me so long just to come by and say a goodbye to her just to kiss her one more fucking time but all for nothing.

I just collapsed.

Onto the floor, my knees in front of me — I didn't even care about the people around me watching my gross crying. "Hey, hey hey!" I heard Austins voice. "S-She's gone..." I cried onto his shoulder "I thought she was Cuban." He joked but it wasn't the time for a joke although I smiled — we stood there for a while he hugged me in comfort as I got all my snot and tears all over his flannel.

"Let's take you home, c'mon." He whispered after minutes — I just nodded and gave in. I couldn't stand up it's as if my legs were no longer in function, he saw me struggle and pulled me up. At an awkward pose I was lifted up by him — I felt his arm come under my thigh as my hand wrapped around his neck — i sniffles my tears away as we had left the building.

"I-I'm so sorry..." I whispered. I didn't know why I just felt like I had to.

"Don't be."

"B-But..." he just shushed me and turned away to get his seat belt — I just sat there staring at his back, I couldn't even get a goodbye — she just left. Walked away. I continued to think over and over in the car as if it was a scene from the novelas — "here we are." I heard after a long time of silence.

I looked out the window for a long 8 seconds until he put his hand on my shoulder "are you ok—" I cut him off as I pulled his face closer to mine, pressing my lips against his. He pulled back confused and I just looked down.

{ a u s t i n ' s  p o v }

My eyes fixed on the top of her head as she looked down almost embarrassed — I didn't want to kiss her back she hurt me so badly. And I knew where it would lead to after this — yet I missed her so much the touch of her lips against mine just triggered many memories — maybe this is my chance of getting her back for good. What if it was just a phase? I didn't care — I leaned her chin up observing her eyes, until I leaned in and so did she — my lips smacking against hers. She pulled away a little after "I don't want to go home." She whispered her hand on my thigh.

She knew exactly what to say — and I knew exactly how to fall for it.

FIN.

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Credits to @KoalaMordedor for the translating.