The Beautiful Motto of Whatever [Normila]

Chapter 2

Camila's P.O.V:

Have you ever had those nights where you never want to get out of bed? I'm having that right now. Nothing will get me out of bed, I repeat NOTHING. Even if One Direction with a barrel overflowing with bananas arrived at my doorstep and said they wanted to perform Lego House, I would tell them sure, as soon as I never wake up. This sleep is that great; I tighten my hold on my pillow hoping that no one will come to wake me up soon. I feel this warmth in my left hand and under my right arm, and I know it sounds crazy but it feels... like absolute peace. Ever since I was little I've always had problems sleeping and I wake up multiple times a night, but I didn't this time. This has to be the best night's sleep I've had in a while and I don't want to risk it by opening my eyes or even thinking any further, so I cozy back up to the ever present source of warmth. That is in till I feel a small gust of cold air and hear the sound of the curtain that provides privacy for the bunks closing, a sound I'm particularly not fond of since it makes an annoying screech. Wait, why is someone opening my curtain and who's that I hear snickering? My eyes shoot open and I take in my surroundings. Oh my god. This isn't my bunk, where are all my books and my head scratcher, also why is there a Beyoncé poster and Cheetah Girls DVD in my bunk? In my grogginess I investigate more, literally an inch away from me is hair, brunette in shade and judging by the honey highlights its Normani's... Oh my god, I'm spooning Normani! Normani Hamiliton! How did this happen? Then I remember last night, how we watched The Cheetah Girls and how I would almost die at the hilariousness and adorableness of Normani quoting almost every line in the movie. And how I fell silent when she sang along cause her voice was truly beautiful, then applaud her cause I'm her number one fan, she just doesn't know it yet. She fell asleep at the beginning the second one after insisting she wasn't tired so I closed her DVD player, gotta avoid all accidents when you're as clumsily as me, and the last thing I remember was putting the DVD back. So I guess I must have fallen asleep too, which wouldn't be a problem, but I somehow managed to grab on to Normani during the middle of the night thinking she was my pillow. I peer around carefully to see if she was still asleep, and let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding till I let it go, she was knocked out and her face looked angelic almost. As much as I would like to keep snuggling with Normani, I fear her reaction when she wakes up so I try to move carefully, but we're so entangled it's proving to be difficult. I untangle our legs without a hitch and slowly glide my right arm out of her hold between her waist and arm. It's the last part that's got me puzzled though, my left hand is intertwined with hers under her and my arm is pretty numb. There is no way I could do this without waking her, just then I hear the curtain opening and I turn quickly in fear while trying to yank my arm away from Normani. If she wasn't awake before I'm pretty sure she is now. 

"Hold your horses little lady, what's got you all spooked" Dan says with a hint of amusement. I see him look past me and notice Normani and his eyebrow raises and I don't even try to not blush. "I see...well I came to call you all to breakfast since everyone is tired of basically having to resurrect Dinah from her sleep they sent me, consider yourself lucky partner" he whispers while walking away chuckling. 

Exasperated I let myself fall back to the bed and stare at the wall above me, which oddly enough has another poster of Beyoncé. If I had the luck to have no other competition for Normani I would still need to compete against Beyoncé, this girl loves her like no other I swear. Speaking of Normani, I can hear her stirring beside me and my heart starts racing. What am I so scared of? Normani of course, but why exactly I have yet to figure out. Everything about it is still so blurry and out of focus, so I choose not to think about why I fear her because I think I fear my answer even more. 

"Mila... Mila, are you awake" the sound of her voice raspy from sleep grabs my attention. I think better of it and decide to not act like I was asleep, no point of lying.