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

Friends? Best Friends

The obnoxious bright, morning sun woke me up harshly from my deep slumber. I turned over to my other side and was face to face with a sleeping Camila.

She looks so peaceful and I can't help but smile a little. I daringly caress her cheek softly. When I saw that she was unbothered by the action, I daringly placed a soft kiss on her forehead, where her cute mole is.

Big mistake.

Her eyes shot open and she started to panic. She scoots further away from me and brought the thick blanket up to her chin.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you," I reassure in a whisper. I decided to keep my distance since it's obvious I startled her.

Her breathing was just getting heavier and tears start to well up. Quickly, I grab my hoodie off of the floor and dig into my pocket.

I take the little white cap off of the mouthpiece of the inhaler and brought it to her lips. She takes it, chest heaving. "In, out. Slowly...good, good. Copy my breathing, Chancho."

When her breathing slowed down, her childish brown eyes leak with new tears. "I-I'm sorry," she say in a broken whisper.

I cautiously went over to her and engulf her in a comforting hug. She cries into my grey shirt, tears creating obvious dark spots.

I stay silent and rock her gently. Her cries reduce to shallow breaths and hiccups after a few minutes. She breaks the contact and I wipe her stained cheek.

"I didn't mean to scare you. It's just- I thought- I..," I struggle to find the words without offending her or coming off as creepy.

"No, it's fine. I, uh, had a kinda scary dream. I just felt it in my sleep and it scared me." She looks up at me with those eyes I've grown to love and attempts to smile.

I sigh and ran my hands through my hair, "Wanna talk about it?" She lets the blanket down slowly while shaking her head.

"Not now, maybe later?" She say, more like a question. With everything in me, I wanna know what's troubling this girl.

I nod and silently ask permission to kiss her forehead again. She grants my wish with an adorable smile and I kiss her head.

"Want breakfast?" She nods excitedly and I chuckle. Yep, definitely a little kid.

***
For breakfast, I made chocolate chip pancakes with eggs and a glass of milk. Camila went on and poured chocolate syrup all over her breakfast and extra cut up bananas.

I just smile in amusement. "You really love chocolate and bananas, don't you?" She looks over at me and pouts, "They're my favorites!"

She gives me puppy dog eyes and I blush a little at her overload of cuteness.

After breakfast, we played around the house like little kids; we played tag, play fought, and went out to ride our bikes. Right now, we're walking our bikes along the sidewalk to the nearby park.

She was wearing a burgundy skirt and a white collared shirt wothout sleeves. She wore her hair in a high curly ponytail. She looks so damn beautiful.

I have on a pair of khaki shorts and red flannel, unbuttoned showing the white tank top underneath. I wore my hair down as always.

She dressed me today, and I personally like my outfit. Even though I don't really wear flannels. Mostly sporty type stuff.

"This is honestly the most fun I've had in a long time," I admit. She gasp and holds her chest dramatically.

"Seriously?! Glad you met me, I love hanging out with you." She bumps into me slightly and I chuckle.

The events from yesterday and this morning starts replay in my head like a scratched DVD.

"About this morning," I start. Camila shook her head, "I told you, it's ok, Chee Chee." I ignore the nickname and sigh.

I stop walking, "No, not that." Her eyebrows knit in confusion, "What are you talking about?" I lean my bike against a nearby tree and ran my hand through my hair.

"The dream? What was it about, if you don't mind telling me?" She shift uncomfortably and grip her handlebars until her knuckles were almost white. "Just-just some scary stuff. Y'know, spiders and clowns and stuff?" She's lying. I know when I hear bullshit.

"Camila, if you have something to tell me, it's ok. I won't look at you any differently," I say gently. She bites on her bottom lip and looks down at her shoes.

I rub the back of her hand comfortingly. She looks up, smiling sadly. I look off in a different direction then look back at her, "C'mon, there's somethin' I wanna show ya."

She nods and I led her through an arrangement of low trees just outside the park. The faint dirt path was covered with flower petals and the sun was just beginning to go down.

I put my bike on the ground, she follows close behind, copying my actions. I take her by the hand and led her to my spot. It was a small, empty field surrounded by thick trees.

There was an opening that showed the sunset perfectly. It smelled of old wood and fresh flowers; my favorite earthy scent.

On our right was my makeshift treehouse that my dad and I made at the bottom of the trunk in 5th grade.

I motion her to come in and we sat on the old blanket, looking out the little door and window at the setting sun.

"This is beautiful! Why'd you bring me here?" She says to me. I smile at her then look back at the beautiful sky.

"I come here to think. Ever since my dad died, I started coming here more often. Things at home got hectic and I became lonely quickly. Mom's never been the same and Normani is never home," I pause with a sigh.

"When something is bothering me, I come and work it out. I sometimes talk to my dad, y'know, vent to him. He was always a good listener," I smile a little.

She gives me a soft, sad smile as I turn to her. "I want you to work out your demons. You don't have to say anything, but I see you struggle with some type of baggage. This is now our special spot."

She smiled a little more with a single tear rolling down her cheek. "No one's ever done this for me, like ever. Thank you," she say while hugging me.

She smelled good, her scent engulfing me. "Any time. I know I didn't know you that long, but I consider you my best friend." When we break, her face is stained with tears.

She quickly wipe her eyes and chuckles nervously, "Sorry, I'm a crybaby." I grab her hand, "I don't mind. You're perfect."

I know I shouldn't compliment her, but I gotta start showing her that she's worth it. Before I knew it, she was leaning in as was I automatically. Our lips met halfway in a slow kiss.

Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries. The euphoric feeling I felt at the moment was indescribable. Our lips moved in sync and hands began to roam.

I felt her rub my exposed thigh and I pulled away abruptly.

"What's wrong?" She ask in an innocent tone. I briefly look down and noticed something. Her gaze follows mine and her eyes widen as she ask calmly, "Chee Chee, what is that?"

Double Update cuz....y not?