midnight |c.c imagines

right my wrongs

on good days i smile, on bad days i write.
today wasn't a good day per say.

i kept the small journal away from camila. it wasn't because i didn't trust her, she was technically the only person i did trust. it was my embarrassment. writing was my coping mechanism for the shitty things in life, but i also wrote little verses pertaining camila in them.

all in good word of course.

but camila has found my book and wanted to read if. in no harm of course but i snatched it away from her like a childish piece of shit.

"w-whoa okay. if you wanted me not to read whatever's in there you shouldn't just leave it out in the open." her voice cracked a bit as she stared me down with hurt in her eyes.

"babe it's not that it's just uh.." i couldn't finish my sentence as her eyes caught ahold of my own and i immediately looked towards the ground.

"it's fine." camila sighed. "i'll respect your privacy love." she kissed my cheek and laid next to me in bed. i quickly shoved the book in the desk drawer and wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck.

nothing was said but my mind was getting eaten alive with guilt.

the next day camila went out for a walk before i could wake up, and believe me my mind wondered if it was because of last night.

the headache creeping up my skull wasn't help how anxious i was feeling. immediately my urge was to grab the book from the drawer and head out to a peaceful place.

and i did just that.

the pen gliding on the paper instantly calmed me down.

right my wrongs

for camila

hours later two full pages were filled with scribbled our errors a few doodles and messy handwriting that somehow turned into a song.

i would have stayed there for a few more hours if it wasn't for camila calling me.

cc; hey baby

y/n; h-hello love

cc; can you come home, we need to talk

y/n; yeah of course i-i'll be there in 5 minutes. i love you.

cc; im never gonna stop loving you. im not mad at you y/n okay?

a small smile grew on my face

y/n; im glad, i'll see you at home cam.

i gathered my belongings and walked home hurriedly. less anxious than i was before.

when i got home camila was in the living room just staring into space. it's like she's been thinking the whole day, stuck in a trance.

that's when the guilt rushed back into my system.

"hey." she gave me a smile as i shut the door behind me. "afternoon." i mumbled, tossing my jacket onto the table and sat next her, my book in my lap.

i could feel her eyeing it.

"it's cute that your curious." i started off. she shrugged, resting her head on my shoulder. sighing, i flipped through the pages and landed on the first page that mentioned camila in it.

"the park." i started to read. "babe you don't have to." camila started to say but i just kept reading.

"the road in which leads to the park, something whom which i don't often go to, but the one time i stay until dark, my eyes landed on her." i chuckled at how bad that was. but i kept on reading the next few pages.

"the next one is called, cafè." i raised my eyebrow and scanned the page.

"i didn't think i would see her again. but the smell of coffee led me to the small shop. just me, my journal and pen, who knew that her coffee colored eyes would be there at all."

"i like that one." camila whispered in my ear. i smiled to myself.

i read the many pages filled with how i met camila and how i asked her out on a date and our first date etc.

but then came across the "song" i had managed to come up with only hours before. i sighed deeply.

"right my wrongs. for camila."

there's a time and a place for all this
this is not the place for all this

is there a reason why you're saying all this? and can we talk about it later?

i've gotta right my wrongs
with you is where i belong

you've been down from the go, recognition is what you want
and it's something that i should know

"and that's why i didn't want to show you this book because it's cringe. and yay now you know half of what's in there."

i started at camila with the same old awkward smile on my face waiting for her reaction to my book of cringe.

"why y/n/n? you write so good! you describe each thing you go through so well." she assured me.

"thanks babe." i said, leaning in to peck her lips. the kiss lasted longer than expected as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer to her comforting warmth.

she pulled away slowly and rested her head on my lap. "the next chapter should be called damn y/n is a great kisser." camila smirked at me. i rolled my eyes and playfully scribble in the small book.

earning laughter from her inspired me to call the next entry the beauty of her laughter.

a/n: i don't think if this is a joke of cringe or a real chapter but im sorry if this is shitty but i love bryson tiller's album trapsoul so fucking much (,:

hm comment y'all's favorite song in comments so maybe i could check out some new music (: