Only Fools (Camila/You)

November Nights

Lettuce, mayo, shredded cheese, tomato, turkey, on... wheat?

Lettuce, mayo, shredded cheese, tomato, turkey, on wheat.

Okay.

I gulped as I walked into the 24 hour subway. It was approximately 3:52AM and Camila had been going over some papers from Roger all night. I offered to make her some food, but with the hectic time we've been having lately, neither of us had been able to make it to the grocery store; thus the late night trip to subway.

I've known Camila for 4 and a half years, and her picky ass always gets the same thing. For some reason, she was feeling adventurous tonight, at approximately 3:54AM, and asked me for a whole new sandwich.

I really hope I don't screw this up. She's been really tense lately and little things have been setting her off.

Like earlier this week, Apollo was trying to tug her to play. He does that all the time and she's never reacted the way she did before.

Rogers been very present lately and I have a feeling he's the reason for all the pressure. But you know Camila, she's the definition of workaholic.

"Can I help you?" The tired looking woman from behind the counter asked. I sent her a nervous smile and walked up.

Lettuce, mayo, shredded cheese, tomato, turkey, on wheat.

"Yeah, um, a 6-inch on.. wheat- y'know what can you wait a second?" I quickly pulled my phone out and called my girlfriend.

I groaned as I was sent to voicemail. I timidly walked back up to the counter, already afraid of upsetting or stressing the girl any further.

3:57AM

I ordered our sandwiches, payed, and got the hell out of there.

The sight of the growing puppy asleep on the couch slightly eased me as I walked up the stairs.

"Hey, Mila, I'm back, how's it going?" I asked, gesturing to the folder she was reading.

She looked so cute with her little glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, snuggled up tight in our duvet.

"Mm," she hummed, glancing up at me before focusing back on the folder in front of her. "Not really any better." She grumbled out.

I sighed and kicked off my shoes and pants, leaving me in panties and Camila's high school hoodie.

I climbed into our bed and placed the subway bag in front of my now crossed legs, leaning to try and glimpse what Camila was reading.

She quickly shut the folder and placed it to the side.

I sighed lightly at my failed attempt and quickly moved to pull the two sandwiches from the plastic.

"Lettuce, mayo, shredded cheese, tomato, turkey, on wheat." I said confidently, the tremble I felt not present in my voice.

"Wheat?" Camila asked, a small hint of whine in her voice.

I closed my eyes at her tone, indirectly telling me she did not ask for wheat.

"I'm sorry, Mila, did you want something else?" I asked softly, feeling terrible about my fuck up.

"It's okay, Y/n, forget it." She sighed out, tiredly rubbing her eyes.

"You can have mine," I quickly rushed out making her sigh again and shake her head. "I got your usual order just in case." I rushed to grab mine from the bag, desperately trying to make the situation better.