Magic Bus (Camren)

C

Camila was sitting at her desk looking at new design drafts she had made up for her upcoming new perfume fragrance on her computer. She was not in a good mood at all, she hadn't slept last night because her neighbour had his music bluring through the  floorboards of her big apartment, nor had she eaten anything all day either.

Just then her new intern walked through the door holding her lunch she'd forgotten she'd even ordered with how freaking long it took. She shot him an irritated glare.
'Jake it doesn't take a whole forty minutes to run across the street and grab me a salad, one would think they'd made you harvest the vegetables yourself?'.
She was known for being a highly impatient person and had hated waiting on anything.

Jake looked at her with an annoyed expression but managed to hide it as he walked through the door. 'Sorry boss, the line over there was ridiculous, something about short staff and no tomatoes' he waved his hands around frantically.

' You've got to be kidding me? Is it really a salad if there aren't any tomatoes in it? They're one of the only good things in a fucking salad' she glared at the container in Jake's hand as if he had just insulted her whole life. She then proceeded to look back at him with a massive frown glued to her face. 'Why are you still standing there with that? Go and get me something else'. She spat, flicking her hand towards the door almost scowling at the guy.

'Yes of course boss, I'm so sorry'.... 'stuck up bitch' he muttered the last part under his breath. Throwing the salad in the trash.

'What was that?' she asked looking even more annoyed. 'Nothing, just said I'd get you another one your highness' he replied looking at her with an unreadable expression. 'Ok whatever, just hurry up, and don't give me attitude Jake, you know I gave you a chance by hitting you.
Jake just nodded and left her office without saying a word. in his head he slammed the door on the way out but in reality he knew he needed this job.

Camila sat there taking deep breaths through her nose while rubbing her temples and trying her utmost hardest not to pop a gasket beacuse of how stressed she was.

She looked around her pristinely cleaned office and how perfectly placed everything was, from the picture frames on the wall to the perfectly placed pens and folders on her desk. A couple of minutes and a few deep sighs later, a tiny smile seemed to appear on her face again as she started thinking about how great her life is.

Camila was brought up and raised in a fairly wealthy household with her father, mother and little sister Sofia. Her father loved to spoil his family, especially his daughters. Camila had always got what she wanted and all she had to do was guilt trip her dad with a certain puppy dog look followed by a fake pout on her face and he'd do anything to give her what she wanted.

So when her dad sold his car dealership chain and Camila turned twenty one, he did what Camila had begged him to do for years. He gave her a large sum of cash from the business so she could move from where they lived in Dallas to L.A and start her own perfume line.

Her business was going well so far and all Camila had to do was say jump and everyone would ask how high, just so they might get a hand in the cookie jar that is her money. She never had to do much for herself before, so much so that her mother once made a joke at a family dinner about how she most likely won't be surprised if one day Camila actually demands someone follow her into the bathroom to practically wipe her own ass for her. Camila did not find it amusing at all, even though her father and Sofia had laughed till they were almost crying.

Camila loved to pride herself on how clean of a person she was. She was the definition of a clean freak, her parents even took her to get checked for OCD beacuse of how obsessed she was of everything being super clean all of the time and always wanted to control every situation. At work she made the cleaners wipe down everything on her desk twice a day, including her phone. She would check everytime just to make sure.

Jake came thundering through the door again out of breath "Here you go boss, a salad for the lady with extra tomato' He winked while placing the food next to Camila being sure to place the cutlery on a serviette and not the table knowing what Camila's reaction would be if he did.

Camila jumped in her seat getting knocked out of her daydreaming as soon as the door flung open. Placing her hand on her chest and taking a deep breath. Shit! She looked down at the salad and her stomach grumbled straight away in anticipation reminding herself of how hungry she was. 'How on earth did you get this so fast?' she whispered to herself.

Jake thought he heard her say something so he spun around. 'Did you say something boss?'

'Yes I said don't let the door hit you on your way out'

See Camila didn't really hate Jake he was a good looking fella with beach blonde hair and bright blue eyes that would make any girl blush, he was also hard working and seemed to be onto everything despite only being an intern. The problem was Camila didn't want people to get too comfortable with her and wanted to keep Jake working as hard as he does so she tries to install at least a little fear into him to keep him performing at his best. Plus Camila had no interest in people who weren't successful enough according to her standards. She did have a crush on business executive Nick Jonas though. He was rich, handsome and clean, what is not to love right?

When she finished eating her salad her phone started ringing, she wiped her mouth and picked up the phone and saw her dad's number flashing on her screen.

'Hi daddy how are you?' She answered.. 'Hello mija I'm good, I was just calling to see if you were still coming to Dallas this weekend?'

'Yes papi I am, it's the first time my fragrance line is gonna be sold at such a big franchise. I can't miss it, I'm gonna have to book my flight soon, I'll let you know the details as soon as I know,  I should be flying in Saturday night though I'm pretty sure'.

'That's great my baby I'm so proud, It's just that i was just watching the news and it looks like there's a storm brewing in and sounds like it will be hitting L.A by tomorrow all through the weekend so I'm not sure if they're going to have any flights on tomorrow till Saturday, you'll probably have to go by road if so love'.

Camila's face dropped. 'Dad what are you talking about? Is it that bad? I can't fucking drive all that way are you kidding me' she yelled.

'Camila calm down, don't kill the messenger,I  do I control the weather, I was just letting you know, besides lots of people drive it all the time mija it's not that bad'  he tried to keep his tone firm and light.

'Ok ok dad sorry for yelling but this is serious, I have never driven more than a hundred miles on my own, how on earth am I going do this papi?'

'You'll be fine honey, you might not have a choice either. Plus I think it might be good for you, you've been cooped up in that damn city for far too long. Who knows what you'll find on this trip, it could clear your head and give you some clarity' her dad expressed, his voice holding positivity.

Camila stayed silent for a moment thinking it over. Her dad's most likely right she thought, she had heard a bit about the storms but just ignored it as usual so she looked up the weather forecast to make sure , and lo and behold her dad was right. As per usual she thought. There was no way she could fly.  If she wanted to get to Texas she was going to have to drive and probably have to leave tomorrow

'Arghhh I don't know dad, but I suppose  I might not have a choice if I wanna bloody get there. Anyway I'll call you tomorrow and let you know. Love you papa, bye' she hung up and fell further into her seat silently cursing herself for getting into this situation.

Fuck I'm driving on my own, with no clue about cars or how to even change a damn tire, who even knows what direction Texas is from here by car?? arghhh kill me now!!! she thought while slumping her head against her desk.

Camila got up after lunch and decided to go home early and try prepare as much as she can for her long drive. She had called her somewhat friend/employee Ally and practically begged and maybe even threatened her to come on the drive with her, claiming even though Ally too had no fucking clue about cars either at least if  someone else with her it would be less of a chance of getting murdered in the middle of nowhere.

She lay in bed that night thinking of all the dirty dust that would most definitely end up all over her car, the gross sweaty beds in dinghy motels along the way and disgusting gas station food she'd have to consume.

She fell asleep that night dreaming about running through the desert with some crazy axe murderer chasing her..