Godparents (Camren)

6.

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C

"Just text her, she said that she wanted you to," Ally spoke from her spot in front of the stove. Her back is to me and by the smell of things, she is making eggs.

I sigh from my spot on the couch, it has been three days since Lauren has given me her phone number.

"Besides, Skylar starts school in a few days, Lauren's probably worried that she hasn't heard from you," Ally flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turns toward me, pointing the spatula she's using in my direction.

I run my fingers through my messy hair and get up from the couch. I don't say anything as I grab the pillow and blanket I had been using and fold them up. I can feel Ally's eyes on me.

"Have you heard anything from Alex?" she eyes me with empathy etched into her wrinkle-free features, the same as she always looks when Alex is brought up.

"I went over to the flat yesterday and waited for her to get home from work. She walked by me like she didn't even see me.." I trail off, closing my eyes tightly.

I feel Ally come up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder, "You know, she wasn't go-"

"Good for me," I cut her off, "I get it." Shaking my head, I shrug her hand off of my shoulder and she lets it fall to her side. I walk over to the closet and shove the blanket and pillow onto the top shelf.

"I'm just trying-" Ally begins again.

"You're just trying to help me, I know," I cut her off for the second time.

Ally looks at me with sad eyes as the smoke alarm goes off, "Oh the eggs," she rushes back over to the stove.

Making my way down the hallway to fan the smoke alarm, I study myself in the mirror that hangs on the wall at the end of the short walkway. My reflection makes me sad. From the mess of dark brown waves on top of my head, to the dark circles under my eyes, and even the slight frown that hasn't left my face since..since I saw Lauren.

Realizing that the alarm had stopped, I hear Ally's cheery voice from the kitchen, "Breakfast is ready!"

I pull out my phone and type a quick text before I head back into the kitchen:

To: Laur

Hey it's Camila, when and where should I pick Skylar up?

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L

"Hey Lauren, where should I put this painting?" Fitz, my friend and halfway decent employee calls out for me a few strides before he pokes his head dirty blond head into my cramped office.

I don't look up from the image on the screen in front of me, "Uh, put it wherever," I mumbled distractedly.

Suddenly, Fitz is beside me and peering over my shoulder at the computer in front of me with curious blue eyes, "What are you looking at?"

I nearly jump out of my chair and quickly reach for the mouse to exit out of the screen but he beats me to it and holds it tightly in his hand.

"Who is that?" He asks, clearly appreciative of the beautiful brown haired girl whose picture was lighting up the screen.

"It's nobody, you can put the paint-" I try to change the subject but he cuts me off.

He puts the mouse back onto the desk and pushes me out of my chair and onto the floor so he can scroll through facebook.

"Camila Cabello, 19, Cuban, attending University for, oh look at this, Law and Art. Did someone say dream girl? Beauty and brains wow," Fitz reads over Camila's profile and raises his eyebrows with a low whistle, "Impressive. How do you know her?"

"It doesn't matter-" I stammer and I brush myself off and stand up.

"Oh so you like her?" Fitz grins and somehow manages to show nearly all of his perfectly white teeth.

I blush, "No I don't like her, she's just-" my phone buzzes and cuts me off.

Fitz reaches for it before I do, "Is this the lovely Camila gracing you with a text message now? Oh why yes it is," he begins to read her message aloud, "Hey it's Camila, when and where should I pick Skylar up?"

"Fitz give me the phone," I jump and reach for it as he holds it above my head, the grin on his face mocking me.

Much to my horror, he speaks as he types something back, "How about we meet up for coffee at Tim Hortons in an hour and talk?"

"No! Don't say that! Fitz!" I scramble for the phone still out of my reach.

"And sent. You can thank me later. I think I'll put the painting over with the rest of the moderns, enjoy your coffee date!" He tosses me the phone and saunters out of the room with a devilish smile and a wave.

I'm about to throw profanities in his direction but the buzzing of my phone stops me,

From: Camila Heart Eyes Cabello

Sounds great :)

I mentally curse Fitz as the blush rises to my cheeks once again and I smile.

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A/N
Chapter 6!
Are you guys almost done with school? Mine ends next week and I'm beyond excited to graduate.

Thanks for reading!