She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting Her

The sun was setting beautifully behind the trees. I sat there and basked in the silent radiance. I always come here to clear my head.

My father died, my mom's always passed out drunk in the kitchen, and my sister, Normani, comes home high, I have nowhere, but here to actually think and relax.

The sky had a mixture of purples, pinks, blues, and yellows. Usually, I'd spend the night in my makeshift treehouse I built a few years back. Tonight's not the night. After the sun went below the horizon, I checked the time.

It was only half pass seven. I've been out here since school let out at two. I collected my belongings and started for the direction of my empty, broken home. When my street came into view, I saw a big U-Haul truck parked in front of the house next door.

Great, new neighbors. A well-groomed man was moving neatly packed boxes into the baby blue painted house. It was an eye sore compared to the dull average houses on the block, but I ain't a home designer.

I open the unlocked door. This neighborhood, Goodwin Hills, has the least amount of crimes in the area. I closed the door behind me.

Trudging up the stairs, I take my hair out of its ponytail, sighing tiredly. I get to my room, tossing my backpack then kicked my shoes off.

I strip out of my slightly dirty clothed and started getting clothes out for a shower.

After my lengthy shower, I got ready for bed. I went to close the window when I noticed a girl in a bright purple room. It was decorated with several band posters and a small picture of, I guess her and her parents.

She was wearing white high waisted pants and an all black, long sleeved crop top. Her long, brow hair under a red Miami Heat snapback.

She must've noticed me, because she waved and smiled friendly. I returned to gesture and she turned and walked away.

I guess she has to finish packing. I was about to turn around when I saw her come back with a dry erase board.

Hi! My name's Camila.

I held a finger up and grabbed my old sketchbook. I wrote:

I'm Dinah Jane. Guessing you're my new neighbor. Cool hat.

She smiles beautifully, switching her hat around. She's actually really cute.

Thanks. It's my team

I prefer LA Lakers.

She rolls her eyes playfully and swipes her hand over the board. Soon, the marker starts moving and she flips it for me to read.

They're cool, too. Kobe is lit.

I chuckle a bit, shaking my head.

We share a few things about each other. Favorite fruits, favorite artists, her parents. I asked if she had siblings, then her face contorted into slight fear and nervousness.

She reluctantly said that she has a brother that's two years older than her. I noticed that might've been a sensitive subject.

Like he might've died or went missing or something. Either or, I dropped the subject and asked about celebrity crushes.

She was telling me about how she has the biggest crush on Ryan Gosling, making me crack a smile. She tilts her head to the side cutely, erasing and writing another message.

What??

I shake my head and she rolls her eyes, mouthing 'what?' I chew on my bottom lip, debating on whether I should tell her what I'm thinking.