House Of Cards

23."Hows the honeymoon going?"

One Month Later

Dinah wasn't a private person, she never kept secrets and definitely wasn't hard to figure out. That's why, when we were at one of our usual girls' nights, Dinah explaining her uncle had a high end hotel in Hawaii where she was always open to stay -free of charge, we all sort of freaked out.

There was a lot of yelling, even more excitement, and Ally promptly opening her laptop to look for flights. That lead the five of us here, currently piled into a plane, halfway through our final flight headed to Hawaii.

Camila and I were different now, we only kissed each other when we were drunk, almost like a pre-determined routine, and the girls didn't mind. In fact, if you asked them, they would say we were on our way to properly seeing each other.

Camila and I didn't see each other alone anymore. Sure, we would stay out later than the group when we would go out or we'd end up in the water alone when we went to the beach, but we never made plans alone anymore.

I wasn't bothered, a part of me felt like I should be, but Camila and I actually had something going.

I had finally been able to start writing again. Having been busy with mid terms before my break, I had honestly missed the girls, Camila included. Camila and I were like teenagers in the sense that we'd always sit with each other, whether in the Uber or at dinner, always be paired up by our friends, and, more importantly, always end up hooking up.

We both really enjoyed the way things were going because we never even address anything. It didn't really matter how things were going, it just mattered that they were going.

Normani, on the other hand, was in a different mindset. She really thought that Hawaii would elicit some sort of romance between us. I replied by asking her if her idea of romance was making out by the water, both plastered out of our minds. She shook her head no.

I had no expectations for the trip because I didn't think the location changed anything. If I had no expectations at home, nothing should change.

It was like a switch. After Camila and I had hooked up at the fest, our relationship had changed and so did my idea of her. Camila was stressed with the idea of a relationship, so why make her stressed? I had somehow become incredibly detached because I convinced myself I just loved hooking up with her. I didn't like our fights and that seemed to be all we did when we were making out.

Sure, I have feelings for Camila but if they're real, they'll be there when I'm ready to use them. Normani did highlight the potential danger in that thinking, making in clear that I don't exactly have control over that. I simply replied, 'out of sight, out of mind'.

With two hours left in the flight, there wasn't much keeping me busy. Normani, Dinah, and Ally had stuck together in their row of three which was a normal thing for them. Somehow they made an odd number seem even.

Camila and I sat together with a stranger to Camila's left. I had taken the window seat, apparently also proclaiming myself Camila's personal pillow for the entire flight. It worked because I didn't mind and Normani, Dinah, and Ally took every (painfully obvious) chance they could to get Camila and I alone.

Camila and I had bought the little wire that splits ear phones at the airport before our flight after having a long conversation about how uncomfortable only wearing one earphone for long periods of time is.

Now, Camila was up, flipping through the music selection while we still each had our own respective earphones in, listening to one of her playlists.

The weird part of how our relationship was the fact that we wouldn't really kiss unless it was a full blow hook up with some influence "controlling" us or a random peck that would catch us both off guard. Yet, my hand rested on her upper thigh the entire flight.