Into It // Camila Cabello

ONE

It was another morning for my early runs. The sun hasn't rise yet and I was already on my knee at my porch, tying my shoe up. I was wearing a running outfit that expose quite an amount of skin.

When I gave myself a once over before the run, I noticed I was wearing full Adidas sport's clothing and mostly black. But then again, I do mostly own Adidas in the first place.

I had on a pair of running shorts and a jacket over my sports bra and my hair tied up in a ponytail. Running with your hair sticking to your neck is uncomfortable, the heat from your skin heightening the senses. All in all, gross.

I stretch my neck to the left and right side. That's when I saw Camila coming out of her house to throw out a garbage bag. She was also in a revealing outfit although I'm sure it's her sleeping attire rather than sports.

I walked over to their garbage can while Camila lazily throw in the bag.

"Morning, Cabello." I greeted as I stuffed a hand in my jacket's pocket.

Obviously surprised, Camila quickly look up to me with widen eyes and a gaping mouth. "An- Andrea! What, are you doing?" She brought a hand to her chest, easing the initial shock. "I literally got a heart attack because of you!"

I shook my head with my lips smiling wide. "Oh relax, that was barely anything." I said in defense. Camila couldn't stop a smile from forming once she saw mine attached to my face.

Her cheeks turned into a rosy colour in what seemed like embarrassment, that is my assumption. "You always seem to call me Andrea. Don't you want to jump into the nickname wagon?" I asked.

It was weird, trying to continue a conversation by a trash can.

The brunette tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear as it covered her line of view of me. A smile still on her face though the colour on her cheeks had faded not long ago. "I haven't come up with a nickname yet." Camila justified. "If I called you Andy, it wouldn't be unique. I kind of figured that I should come up with my very own nickname for you." She explained.

I found it cute. Never once did anyone put in much thought about a nickname in my life. It was amusing but very heartwarming. I couldn't stop myself from the tickling feeling I felt when she explained. She continues on. "Besides, you keep on calling me Camila too. Thought we haven't reach the nickname stage yet."

I hummed and nod. It was true. I didn't want to come off as the weird neighbor who thought it's normal to do that so I refrained myself from thinking of a nickname. "Well, your name isn't that flexible. I think I have to get to know you better to give you one."

Camila started to walk away and I followed her. I'm guessing she couldn't stand the smell anymore because I have been breathing through my mouth to avoid the smell. It only made it worse since I swear, seriously I do, I could taste the garbage.

"Well you know, I'm free the rest of my pre-college adventure. That is unless my mom needs me to babysit my sister." She hinted. "Maybe we could grab lunch or whatever in the future."

I swear when I'm around this girl the smile she manages to put on my face never leaves until she does but even then it could still be on my face. My hands were rather deep in the pockets of my jacket when I looked down.

When I look back up, Camila was already staring back at me. I smiled at the offer. "I'm going to make you regret letting an old fart like me to hang around with you." I joked with a sinister smile. "We'll get lunch, That's a teenager thing to do right?"

When I looked away from her I realised we were already at the doorstep of her home. The brunette gave a light shove to my shoulder, laughing slightly. "You are not that bad. I'm sure you're more of a teen then I am." Camila looked over to her door. "I already like your company and about the hang out, we can definitely do adults stuff too." Camila said not thinking much about it. Camila but her lip to stop herself from smiling yet again.