Camila sighed once the doors of the bus opened, she looked at the time on her phone and hadn't realized it was time for the buses to unload. Shawn stood up and left the seat, instead of getting off the bus he stood back and let Camila go first, he knew his best friend wasn't having a good morning and that she probably didn't even want to be at school but she didn't want to be stuck on the bus either.
She sighed again and ran her hand through her hair, she groaned when her fingers got caught which reminded her that she didn't brush her hair and looks a complete mess. She didn't even bother to comb through it, instead she pulled her hand away from her hair. Shawn walked straight past her and Camila sighed again before catching up to him.
Even though she basically crashed into several people, Camila quickly caught up to Shawn and stayed a few steps in front of him to make sure she was noticed. Now it was Shawn's turn to catch up, and once he did he instantly put his arm over Camila and rubbed her arm.
She looked up at Shawn and smiled before wrapping her arm around him. They continued to walk like that in silence until Camila decided to speak up.
"I'm not giving you the silent treatment, but thanks for understanding. It's been a long weekend, and this is the last place I want to be."
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Camila had never been more thankful that her music teacher was new to the school. The first couple of weeks it was hell, but since she's a new teacher there were so many workshops she had to attend which meant they often got subs. That class was already pretty chill, but with a sub they were free to do whatever they wanted and Camila took advantage of that by locking herself in the small piano room.
She sat on the small wooden bench and placed her hands over the keys, she had no idea what she was doing. Camila spent all day yesterday locked up in her house playing her keyboard. Her mom left early in the morning before she woke up and stayed out all day, Camila decided to take advantage of this and just play as loud as she wanted.
She eventually picked up on something and it stuck with her, now that she's sitting in front of an actual piano and not a keyboard she wants nothing more than to hear how different and natural her piece would sound but she can't focus.
Camila pulled out her phone and rested her elbows on the keys, she laughed a bit at the sour notes but quickly frowned when she saw she had a new message. She sighed, she was a bit disappointed but at the same time she was jumping on the inside.
Miamicutie1996: I hate Mondays
Miamicutie1996: I really just hate school
Miamicutie1996: Helloooooo
Miamicutie1996: Omg I'm sorry, you're probably in school and busy and here I am just blowing up your phone like it's nothing.
Miamicutie1996: And the fact that I keep texting you doesn't help either
Miamicutie1996: I'm gonna stop texting you
Miamicutie1996: I just realized I probably didn't even need to text you so you can know I'm not going to text you. Like I could have just stopped.
Miamicutie1996: You know what, you should just give me your schedule so that way I know when to text you
Camila rolled her eyes, not because of the texts she had received, well that's part of the reason but her eye rolling has to do more with the fact that her heart was beating a mile per second. On top of that her cheeks were red from the second-hand embarrassment she's experiencing.
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Different Keys
Fanfiction"You know what you remind me of? That Spongebob episode where he learns fine dining and breathing and then in his head he's saying, What's the name, give me the name."
