One Shots

Feelings

I walk through this world, just tryna be nice

They say I'll get hurt, if I'm not like ice

I know I've got friends, I still get so lonely

If I look in your eyes, I want you to hold me

Camila walked through the club with a couple of friends. She needed the getaway, her friends had been bugging about wanting to go out, mainly bugging her to go out.

She hated the going out life but being fresh out of a relationship and the feeling of loneliness taking over. Maybe going out wouldn't be so bad.

"Camila you are too nice," one of them said and she could only roll her eyes at her clearly intoxicated friend.

"We've been out for five minutes and you're drunk," Camila said in her ear as her friend gave her a smirk. "Talk to me when you're sober," she yelled at all her friends and they all started to laugh. 

Camila ignored the rest of the comments mainly saying how bitch Camila had come out to play. 

She looked around finding bright green eyes staring at her. She scoffed at the way the person lifted up their drink almost as if they had heard her. But Camila couldn't help but stare back, those eyes had something she wanted. Something she needed.

I'm sorry that I care, care

I'm sorry that I care, care

It's really not that fair, fair

I can't help but care

Camila was running through the park as she finally started to stick to her daily run. It had taken a while for her to truly get out the house but she finally got out. 

She was starting to get annoyed at the way her earphones kept falling out. She stopped as she tried to figure out how to keep her earphones from falling. 

She groaned as she just put them away and started to walk back home, she saw the person she had seen at the club looking at her from a bench. She rolled her eyes as she saw how they tried to call her over.

Camila continued to walk home as suddenly she felt a presence next to her, she looked to the right of her and saw the person next to her. She jumped as the person just laughed at the way she reacted.

"It's kind of creepy to just sneak up on someone, you know," Camila said as they laughed.

"You seemed angry just wanted to make sure you were okay," they said and Camila could only chuckle.

"Well, I'm fine, thank you," Camila said as she sped walked away from the person leaving them there confused.

I over communicate and feel too much

I just complicate it when I say too much

I laugh about it, dream about that casual touch

Sex, fire, sick, and tired of acting all tough

"You're not going to run away from me this time, right?" they asked and Camila could only jump at the voice.

"God, what have I talked about?" Camila asked getting angry at the person now showing up more frequent than she would like. First, the club. Then, the park. Now, the grocery store.

"That it's creepy?" They said with a questioning look. Camila could only smile at them as she could say that they were actually pretty adorable. "I'm sorry, I just," they stumbled upon their words trying to look for some sentence to make sense of everything.