How You Meet (Camila)-
you take a seat in your assigned spot for the duration of the flight, ensuring that your baggage had been placed efficaciously in the correct compartments. you lean against the window, your eyes squinting to see past the wing of the plane because of the merciless glare of the afternoon sun. you hadn't been joined by anyone yet, but hoped that they were nice because it was your first time travelling alone.
you plug in your earphones, selecting a song to soothe you from the tension that was the upcoming four years of experiencing college life at your college in L.A. you actually had an EP out, but decided to undertake the route of education simultaneously so that you always had a backup plan with you. your music had taken off well, though- and you were getting an insanely overwhelming amount of feedback for it that you never imagined you would get.
you feel a tap on your shoulder as you bob your head to the pulse of the music.
"excuse me?" the person questions, and you pull out your earphones before meeting their gaze.
"yes?" you reply, and recognition dawns upon you- you realize the voice belongs to the artist you were just seconds ago, blasting on your phone.
camila cabello. she was beautiful, with long brownish-black hair falling down the sides of her shoulders. her brown orbs fused with yours, and her lips were the ideal hue of a splatter of rose petals. she sports an oversized black tee-shirt, that is complemented by a pair of black tights. you giggle when you observe that she tops the outfit off with a pair of fuzzy banana socks and thick black boots.
"i was wondering if, um, you could help me with my bags right here?" she gestures.
"no problem." you nod, and she smiles as you haul her luggage into the overhead compartment.
"thank you so much." she beams, and extends an arm for you to get to your seat by the window before she followed suit.
you plop back down onto your seat, staring back out of the window at the uniform plane as the announcement as a form of instruction to put on the seatbelts plays through the speakers.
"i'm camila." she speaks unsurely, and you turn towards her as you slip off your shoes, so that you could get the most of the rather uncomfortable airplane seating by folding your legs.
she pauses. "cabello."
you chuckle. "i know, i'm Y/N."
to your surprise, she gives a furtive squeal. "i know!"
you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "what? it's not like i'm famous or something."
she appears to look shocked. "your songs are absolute gold. huge fan right here." she points.
you feel the slightest of tears well up in your eyes. "thank you so much!"
the plane begins to move, with a series of commands over the loudspeaker. airhostesses strut the aisles back and forth, before settling down in their own seats.
from the side of your eye, you observe camila cozying up in her space, tying her hair up into a sloppy ponytail and fishing out a book from her purse. she draws her lips up into a thin line, examining the words on the book as she flips pages to find where she left off.
you lean your head against the cushiony head rest, zipping up your hoodie and sighing as you feel a surge of anxiety and fear wash over you. you fiddle around with your fingers, tapping them against the window pane. your stomach does flips in anticipation, churning continuously to give you a feeling of uneasiness and unrest. you gasp for air as you swiftly reach forward and pull out a water bottle, chugging the cool liquid slowly in an attempt to calm you down and make you feel less queasy.
camila seems to take note of this, and before you know it, her hand cradles yours limply.
unsurely, you lace your fingers together and she rubs your hand in acknowledgment with the back of her thumb. there was something so special, and undeniably magical about the connection between the both of you.
as the flight progressed, you fish out your phone and put your music on shuffle. camila looks at you with a certain tenderness glimmering in her eyes, your hands still connected- never once had the two of you even thought of letting go. you offer her an earbud, and she puts it in, the two of you savoring the beat of the songs together.
"i love Lana." she comments off and on, as her favorite songs came into view.
you just passed her a weak smile, enjoying the lyrical appeal that the music emitted.
"so, where are you going?" camila asks you, squeezing your hand as you had almost dozed off.
"college. i start my first year at ucla." you reply, moving your tongue in different directions within the confinement of your mouth.
she hums. "which makes you what, eighteen?"
"yep." you say, popping the 'p'.
"wow. i'm five years older than you." she giggles.
you roll your eyes. "big deal. we're both still young."
camila seems to ponder the subject for a few seconds. "i guess so."
leaning forward, she gives you a delicate peck on the cheek, her lips lingering there for a few seconds. you wince at the unexpected contact, but slowly melt into the feeling of it all.
camila exhales. "i feel like i've known you for my entire life, and that's not just me trying to be cheesy."
"me, too." you stutter, and place your stomach on the arm rest as you bend forward to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. she squeals as you do so, kissing you back.
you sigh with contentment.
she then continues,"so, tell me more about yourself, apart from what me and the whole world already knows..." and that's how the rest of the flight continues, up till the time that you both land.
and that's how it all began.
