Thunderstorms (Camren)

Chapter 3

Camila adjusted her SnapBack as she waited in the car for Normani to apply a final coat of lipstick to her lips. The dark-skinned girl was completely dressed for the night, she had just glanced in the wing mirror and decided that she needed a little more lipstick.

After the incident at the pet shop Camila had been a pissy mood, just like she always was when her routine was messed up, and so she decided that the best way to get her mind off of the whole situation was to get black-out drunk. Or maybe extremely high, she hadn't quite came to a conclusion yet.

Normani finished applying her lipstick and proceeded to close the tube of lipstick, making a popping noise as she checked the mirror to make sure it looked good.

She turned to Camila, who was sat with her legs crossed, waiting for the engine to start up. Normani reached over and gave her thigh a squeeze, "C'mon Mila," she said, trying to get the Cuban to look at her, "Cheer up a little, we're about to get turned up!" She exclaimed, doing a goofy dance in her seat in hopes to make her friend smile. It somewhat worked considering the corners of Camila's mouth rose, forming a half-smile.

"Good," Camila breathed out, her brown eyes gazing outside of the car. It was relatively early, the sky was a mixture of dark blue and light and dark purples. It was cloudless, making it easier for her to see the glimmering stars, "I have shit to forget about."

Normani laughed lightly, putting her seatbelt on which prompted Camila to do the same. "Y'know," she began, glancing over at the Cuban once again before resting her eyes on the road in front of her as she started the car up, the engine rumbling to life. "You never told me why you're in such a bad mood" she reminded Camila, pulling out of her parking space and then driving down the road in the direction of the party.

Camila sighed, even though she knew she would be made to talk about what had happened, she didn't expect it to be so soon. "It's nothing" she lied, crossing her arms and shrinking into the car seat.

Normani laughed again, noticing the Cuban's childish behaviour in the corner of her eye. She was used to Camila acting -and sounding- like a grumpy five year old. "We both know you're lying. You're a horrible liar" she said, still laughing a little as she spoke.

Camila rolled her eyes but stayed silent, she couldn't deny the fact she was a horrible liar. Plus, even if she wasn't, she had known Normani ever since she was nine, the older girl could read her like a book and vice versa.

Finally, after a short amount of silence where all that could be heard was the quiet sound of the song playing over the radio, Camila spoke. "Some bitch messed up my routine, that's why I'm mad."

Normani nodded in understanding, knowing how important routine means to the younger girl. "I figured," she admitted, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel as she stopped at a red light, "That's usually the reason why you're mad." Camila hummed in agreement, nodding her head slightly to emphasise the fact that Normani was correct. "But how did they mess it up?" She enquired, glancing at Camila for a moment before turning back and focusing on the road as the light changed to green.

At the thought of the pale pet shop worker, Camila clenched her jaw and had to take a deep breath to keep herself calm. She was livid, that's how it tended to be once her routine was altered; every little thing, no matter how small it was, would anger her.

She sucked on her teeth and took another deep breath, "I was smoking outside of the pet store, like always," Normani nodded along as she listened intently to Camila's story. She had to make sure she heard every detail as it would help aid her in thinking of ways to lessen the period of time Camila would be pissed off for. "And this girl -she worked in the store- came out and was like 'you can't smoke on this property'" Normani couldn't help but start laughing loudly as Camila mocked the way the girl had talked, adapting an obnoxiously high-pitched voice that she was sure wasn't remotely like how the girl had sounded.