Flawless (Camren)

Chapter 3

Trigger warning: possible death through boredom

I pulled into the driveway and could already see that my aunt Jean was home according to her car, that was parked in front of the garage. I parked my car behind hers and like earlier today I didn't get out immediately, but finished listening to the song that was playing loud through the speakers. When the song was finished I turned off the engine and took my stuff from the passenger seat before I opened the car door, and went to the house as fast as possible, saying that I was extremely hungry was an understatement.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the house, before I threw my bag in an empty corner and made my way to the kitchen since I hadn't eaten anything after my breakfast at Lucy's, and felt like starving. I looked in the fridge and saw that there were some leftovers of Jean's lasagna, so I took them out and put them halfheartedly on a plate before I put them in the microwave for a few minutes. While I was patiently waiting for my food to get warm, Jean came into the kitchen as well and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey sweety, how was it in school?" She asked.

"It was alright" I answered. I didn't talk much with Jean about school-related stuff and usually, I only told her the things I had to tell her. Thinking about it, the same went pretty much for everything else too, it was not just with her though. My aunt and I had always had a great relationship, nevertheless I had been very restrained for the past years and it was rare that I told her things on my own. Jean knew me, so she didn't take it personally and gave me my space, at least I hoped she didn't take it personally. "How's work?" I distracted her from myself.

"Boring, as always," She joked. Maybe she wouldn't admit it, but she loved her work. "I'm gonna meet up with one of my co-workers later, I hope it doesn't bother you."

I shook my head. "No, not at all" I smiled since I was fully aware that she wasn't meeting with just a 'co-worker'. "I'll be busy with my homework anyway."

"Will one of your friends come over, or Hunter?" She leaned back against the kitchen counter and looked curiously at me.

"I think not, we didn't make any plans," I replied. It was a good moment for some alone time, considering that I wasn't motivated enough to do anything social and I'd rather work on my essay about Camila. With that, the conversation was already over and while Jean disappeared into the living room, I used the time to think a little about Camila and how I'd start with my essay, but before I could come up with something the microwave started beeping to signal me that my food was finally ready. I took it in my room so that I could already get started with my homework, it felt like I should use all the time I could get and that I wouldn't finish this essay very soon.

About an hour later I was still sitting in front of an empty page, without even knowing how to start. Of course, I didn't imagine this to be an easy job, but maybe I thought too much about it and that made things difficult. It was actually supposed to be an easy essay and the only thing I had to keep in mind is that I should add the things Mr. Dawson told us to, yet it wasn't something difficult, just a few criteria. The difficult part was that I wanted this to be perfect, but I knew it was impossible to create something perfect when the word perfect was just an illusion made up by our society. I didn't think I'd already fail at the first sentence though, considering that there was so much I could say about Camila. About the questions she answered and maybe about the new questions I got as well. On the other side, I didn't wanna reveal everything about the other girl and keep some things for myself. I had the feeling she confided me things no one else knew about her. But maybe this was just a wishful thinking.

Camila Cabello

I wrote down my first words, which weren't a masterpiece at all. I laid my head down, not being happy with the situation, and let out a frustrated sigh. I had never had so many problems with writing a simple essay.