Dash Into My Heart (Camren)

"It's hilarious because I fell on my ass."

(a/n): happy early birthday to @Switcho_16 !!!!i'm literally 3 months early so we'll see if i can manage another birthday present before then.

also thanks to @arexnna for BULLYING me to do this update :] xoxo

thanks for still reading this friends, you a real one. sorry it's not a super long update and also that no one proofread this (or any of my updates ever!!!) :/

The shit show that was your night is on an infinite loop in your head, almost wishing you had drank more so that you weren't subjected to remembering it.

But the reality is that you're not nearly drunk enough to play this off but you're also not sober enough to redeem yourself and all you manage to do is sulk in the passenger seat as Camila drives you all home from the party.

(Luckily only her left foot was mangled in the mess you made.)

Shawn had to carry Camila back to the car while Jacob went to find Dinah upon Camila's request and she's now in the backseat, seemingly having an asthma attack as she wheezes in laughter.

The blonde recounts the night's events, as if you both weren't there for it, as if you aren't already going to have nightmares about this for weeks to come. Dinah has an especially hard time getting through the part where you just fucking d r o p p e d your drink all over Camila. You don't want to face her, sure that you won't be able to fight the urge to smack her, but you can imagine there are tears in her eyes with how hard she's laughing.

"Alright China, you're home. Get out of my car!" Camila says only half exasperated as we pull up to Dinah's house.

"Are you sure you didn't need me to carry you to your house? I don't know that we should be so trusting of bad and broody over there," Dinah jests as she nods over to you. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out at her.

Camila rolls her eyes hard enough for the both of you. "I'd rather crawl across my yard than have to hear you laugh at us any longer."

"I'm sorry but how is this not funny?!"

"Goodnight, Dinah!" Camila grits out before her friend manages to put herself through another laughing fit.

The taller girl wipes at her eyes as she exits the car, still giggling before wishing the two of you "Happy new year, you idiots. Good luck with...all of that."

You hate how much you're probably going to need it.

"Sorry about her," Camila breathes out in clear embarrassment when Dinah is finally safely in her house. Her shoulders slump and her lips are forming a near scowl.

Is she for real right now?

"Camila," you start in disbelief. "Your ankle is literally swelling and probably sprained because of me."

"It's not like you pushed me!" She protests.

"It's still my fault! Camz... you're allowed to be mad at me because I'm a mess. A shit show if you will."

At this the younger girl snorts. "I'm not mad at you and you're not a shit show. There are definitely worse things that could've happened. Like if there were baseball bats within reach."

You bury your face in your hands because you finally accept the fact that you are never going to live that down.

"It was a softball bat," you mumble through your hands.

"Oh my apologies," Camila laments though you can hear the smirk in her voice. You just groan in mock annoyance until you hear her start laughing.

"Oh come on, Lo! I twist my ankle and I can't even make a joke?"