Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 36

The song for this chapter is American by Lana Del Rey(:

*1 Month Later*

*Camille's POV*

I paced impatiently around the airport, running my hands through my hair as I awaited her arrival.  People stared at me like I was crazy, but I could honestly care less.

“Camille,” Mason said.  “Why don’t you sit down.  Pacing isn’t going to make her get here any faster.”

“But I’m restless,” I whined.  He shot me an amused look and I grunted, walking over to sit in the chair next to his.  “Happy?”

“Yes.”  I crossed my arms over my check and turned away to watch through the glass. People would periodically walk past, but none of them were my best friend.

I was beginning to get antsy.  Her plane landed at least half an hour ago so why wasn’t she here yet?

“Why isn’t she here yet?” I complained to Mason.  My head lolled to the side to rest on his shoulder.

“She probably has to go through customs and all that,” he assured.  “She’ll be here soon.”

“‘Soon’ isn’t soon enough.”  I squirmed in my seat, occasionally crossing and uncrossing my legs and fiddling with my fingers.

Mason looked at my uncomfortableness and laughed.  I pushed his shoulder lightly, obviously annoyed.  “What?”

“You just can’t sit still, can you?”

“No,” I groaned and clawed my fingers down my face dramatically.

I waited at least another ten minutes before practically giving up.  I folded my hands over my stomach and slid down in my seat as my mind wandered away from my previous main focus.  In fact, I was so lost in my own thoughts I barely noticed my name being called.

“Camille.”  Mason nudged me and I snapped back to the present.  He pointed across from us and I followed the direction of his finger to see a very familiar looking girl my age.  Her brunette hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head.  An oversized grey hoodie adorned her upper half and black shorts came to a little above her midthigh.  Her heart-shaped sunglasses were pushed up to the top of her head to keep loose strands of hair from falling in front of her face.  She stood, looking straight at me with a small bag in each of her hands.  Her face held an incredulous look.

“Did you forget what I look like already?” she teased.

“Rita!” I exclaimed and jumped up to pull her into a hug.  She dropped her bags and embraced me tightly.  “Oh my, God, Rita!  I’ve missed you so much!”

“I certainly feel the love,” she coughed after a moment.  “You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe.”

“I don’t care,” I said and hugged her impossibly tighter.

“Okay, okay,” she said and pulled off of me.  I giggled at her lack of breath and she looked behind me to Mason.  “Are you Mason?”

“Yep.”  He stuck out a hand for her to shake and a small dimple on his cheek appeared as he smiled.  “It’s good to meet you,” he said.

“You too,” Rita agreed with a nod of her head.

“I hear your birthday is coming up, yes?”

She nodded enthusiastically.  “That’s why Camille helped me get tickets to fly out here, so that I could spend the weekend with her.”

“Sounds great,” he smiled.

I grabbed one of Rita’s bags and she grabbed the other as we headed towards the exit of the building and to the car.  Her and I chatted as we made our way outside, Mason leading the way the entire time because I really had no idea where I was going.  The only real reason I asked Mason to come was because I still didn’t know my way around the city and didn’t want to risk get lost.  Although he was a close friend of mine now and I didn’t mind him tagging along, I knew how annoying Rita and I could get when we talked too much or when we got all giggly, and I felt bad for anybody who ever had to hang out around us.  If I knew my way around better, I wouldn’t have asked him to come because it’s torturous to be anywhere around Rita and I when we were together.