Only Fools (Camila/You)

Songs To Camila

You can do this.

You have to.

It's your turn, Y/n.

Your move.

So let's get this show on the road and tell that girl how you feel.

I began to write and didn't stop. I poured out everything onto the paper, not knowing if I'd ever have another chance to say what I wanted to her again.

This could go one of two ways.

One, she could realize her wrongs and beg for me back (not like it would matter).

Two, she could realize her wrongs and leave me alone (not like it would matter).

I didn't care which way it went, as long as she got the message. So long as she hurts and aches like I do.

"Are you sure you want 'Track 21' right before 'Track 22'? That order doesn't seem right." Justin asked as he looked over the track list.

"Yeah I'm sure. I like the order I've put things in, and I'm not gonna change it." I said sassily, taking a slow, long hit of the joint in my hands.

"What are you calling it?" He asked, handing my phone back over to me, swapping it for the joint.

"Can we take a break?" I sighed out.

All this crap was starting to become depressing. Why am I doing this again?

Wait where's my dog?

Where's my Dinah Jane?

"No you have to tell me the name first!" Justin insisted, sitting up onto his knees to face me.

Oh that's right, this isn't my house. Which kinda sucks because I just bought some raspberry sparkling cider for the fuck of it and I was really looking forward to it tonight. I guess Justin being here makes it suck a little less.

He could probably get me some sparkling cider.

"Hey, you think you could get me some sparkling cider?" I asked, causing the blonde to tilt his head sideways like a puppy. That was another plus, I guess. Justin was practically a puppy so that made me miss Apollo slightly less.

"For what? No, I wanna know what you decided to name it." He demanded, taking another hit of the joint, making a cool o shaped smoke ring as his face contorted in annoyance.

I groaned at his defiance. "Name what?" I asked, already having lost track of the conversation.

"Your album, Y/n."

"Songs to Camila."

It was pretty obvious I thought, maybe Justin's not as smart as he is hot, but that's okay he makes me feel warm.

"I like that it's... simple."

Simple wasn't exactly what I was going for but whatever, I'll take it.

I don't really know exactly what I was going for. But simple definitely wasn't it. I want it to strike her with fear, with horror, with the constant ache to know what's next.

I starred over at Justin as he laid onto his back again. He looked so... angelic? I don't know. Maybe it was his fresh haircut, maybe it was his persistence, maybe it was the weed, but I crawled over his very large bed, and kissed him.

It was definitely the weed that made the feeling of his hands tightly on my waist 10x better.

We kissed as if we'd been lovers for ages. Old souls, finally met once again.