Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter four

Lauren
If Camila couldn't tell I was hiding something, then that girl is too adorably dense for her own good. The drive getting here, I didn't say a word the entire time. Of course that didn't stop Camila from keeping a conversation going and just taking my mumbles and head gestures as responses. I don't remember what exactly she was even talking about because I tried losing myself in the song that was playing through my speakers.

I'd let Camila control the music, since she's gotten me to agree that her music tastes are far more superior than mine. Not wanting to fight with the smaller Latina, I just let her take the radio transmitter so she'd could find an empty station for her phone.

I think I'll take the car in next week to the shop for a radio upgrade, I'd honestly rather have an AUX cord than having to looking for a station and making sure the transmitter stays in place is such a drag. Then again I knew I was just lying to myself since that would mean the Bob Dylan tape that was stuck would be gone, that'd be like taking away my grandfather's essence from the vehicle. It'd hurt me too much to see it go.

I could deal with the transmitter, it hasn't bothered me much before and I can honestly live with it. I'd rather go back to making some Mix CDs like I use to when I didn't even have a phone or iPod and just jam it through the speakers in my room on an old stereo system. My thirteen year old self going hard on an air guitar while listening to Fall Out Boy, almost breaking my neck...several times, but how can you not jam out to them?

"Oh hey," the car slowed down as I came to a stop and turned to see Camila smiling at her phone, "I love this song. I completely forgot I made this vibes playlist."

"Vibes?" I questioned her while feeling a grin coming on, just seeing her so happy and pure makes me want to smack the shit out of myself.

I mean, I used an imaginary version of her to...to...masturbate. Oh god, now every time I see that adorable face all I'm ever going to feel is regret and complete shame.

I'd ended up doing it two more times last night, my mind going wild with the Camila my imagination had made up. I didn't even realize I'd passed out on my bed, my boxers across the room, blanket only covering me from the waist down, and the trash bin filled with tissues. The music was stilling playing and I'd ended up waking up to Earned It by The Weeknd.

It defiantly didn't help my morning wood, which of course I ended up having to take care in the shower. Over all, four times. I'd relieved myself four times. Apparently my stamina is pretty good.

I had to think of the last time Coach Lovato had ripped our heads off in the locker rooms with her yelling when I saw Camila come out of her house this morning. Little black running track shorts with white lines accents showing off those tanned and toned legs, a black crop top showing off her abs, a yellow thin hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, and some white cheerleading shoes. That brown wavy hair picked up into two side pigtails, which just made the cute factor higher. So remembering Coach striking fear in our hearts brought down my member from getting too excited.

"Early in the morning is when I think about you
Yeah - I hit you like "what you sayin?"
The morning's when I wanna fuck you
Yeah - I hit you like "what you sayin'?"
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time"

I felt myself start to choke once I realized what song had started to play, oh fuck no. I tried clearly my throat and hopefully just played it off like nothing, "cough T-This song cough cough..."

Camila nodded her head with a bashful smile while I started to drive again once the light turned green, "Yeah, I love it. It's just so relaxing. I hate that Jeremiah's album got leaked though so he just had to release it and get no profit what so ever. Ugh, like those people who leak stuff like what do you do and why do you it?"