the three of us {chim}

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There's something about Camille that makes me want to wrap her in a warm hug. I want to dive deeper into what's going on in her beautiful mind. She's beautiful on the inside, but she's absolutely stunning on the outside too. She has deep blue eyes that make you melt with just a single blink. She has the cutest smile and huge dimples just like me. Camille seems to like me, I just hope it's not only because of Kimberley's pressure on us to be friendly with each other.

"Have you ever been with anyone other than Kimberley?" Camille's voice pulls me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, I was with a couple men before Kimba..." I trail off, curious as to why she had asked me this sort of deep question.

"So, Kimberley is the only woman you've been with?"

"Yeah, what's with all the questioning?"

"I'm just curious. How do you deal with all the, you know, hate," she asks, making me shrug with a sad smile.

"Usually, people who don't know you won't say anything but they'll shoot you some looks. You just have to realize that you can love who you want and anyone who says otherwise is shit," I reply, making her giggle at my choice of words.

"Language, Cheryl!" Kimba hisses at me.

"It's okay, I'm 15 not five," Camille reminds her, making me smile. "Not saying that I use such foul language," she reassures Kimberley and smirks at me, which makes me laugh.

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Cheryl's really lovely and I feel really comfortable and safe. For some reason, I keep noticing Kimberley glance strangely at the two of us, taking in our every move. She's an interesting character, but I like Kimmy's company. I've always wanted a proper mother figure, knowing that I won't get one at home. At least not the type I figure I want to model myself after.

"Are you two going to stay here all night, or are we going to get that dinner going?" Kimberley asks before practically dragging me and Cheryl out of our conversation. She stands at the door, opening it for us before showing us to the car. "Get in, then," Kimberley says as she holds the back door open for me.

"What about my bike?" I ask, knowing Mum and Dad would kill me if they found out I left my bike somewhere overnight. Even the smallest things will get me in the biggest trouble and I don't feel like risking my chances today.

"We can throw it in the boot for ya'!" Kimberly chimes.

"Maybe don't throw it," I suggest as I go to get the bike, wheeling it over to the car. "It's a pretty expensive bike. Maybe just place it back there gently, yeah?" I suggest, making the blonde giggle at my comment. She places the bike in the boot of the car and closes it before getting into the driver's seat.

"Did I place it gently enough?" she asks.

"I think it was gentle enough," I reply as I look back at the bike in the boot. Kimberley and Cheryl giggle, but I'm being a little serious. Mum and Dad would have my head if the bike got damaged.

We ride on the freeway for a bit until we pull off and make our way through the streets. There are a lot of expensive neighborhoods around and when we pull into one, my jaw drops. We make our way towards the back of the neighborhood and pull into a long, winding driveway. 

"This is your house?!" I exclaim as I look out my window at the size of the massive mansion. It looks like a huge white building rather than a house.

"Yeah, do you like?" Kimberley asks as she types a code into the gate.