quotd:what is the most dead ship in all of fifth harmony?
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The next day consisted of rigorous training for the young females. Normani, Kehlani, and Ally occupied the punching bag portion of the room, Ashley and Dinah practiced combat skills while Lauren guided Hayley and Ariana in the shooting ranges. Amongst the two hackers, the petite, brunette seemed to be having the most difficulties; contrasting the blonde haired latter whom immediately got the hang of the weapon.
"This is pointless." The Italian descent suppressed an annoyed huff; slamming the machinery against the table before her.
The emerald eyed Cuban had been analyzing and observing the structures of both females and had already identified what Ariana was doing wrong. She wasn't confident, mentally or physically.
"Step one, always breathe," Lauren began as she retrieved the abandoned pistol from the table. "Inhaling and exhaling is crucial, it provides a clear mindset and assures that your attention is primarily on the target at hand." She settled the gun into the latter's hand whom took it with minimal resistance. "Step two is structure. Bend your knees slightly and raise your arms." The leader's skillful fingers curved around the older woman's arms, setting them into position before releasing; resulting in Ariana releasing a shaky breath from the contact.
The shorter brunette took the advice into initiative; squinting her left eye and gripping onto the trigger, squeezing it in a quickening velocity. The bullet whizzed by the target as it enabled a aggravated groan from the female grasping onto the firearm.
"Breathe, Ari. Breathe."
Lauren's emeralds were full of sincereness, strength, and confidence concocted into one fierce mixture and that was enough for the Italian descent to swirl around, inhaling and exhaling as she pulled the trigger; the bullet flying in an increased velocity before hitting it's target. The room flooded in applause as Ariana finally succeeded in her task; earning high fives from her teammates while proceeding out the exit of the training center.
"You did great," The Cuban leader complimented while resting a hand on the latter's shoulder. "You're really badass, Ariana." Her remark and gesture was cordial but it was able to make the brunette hacker drop to her knees in joy long after she left.
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The note hung tapped to her wooden door, containing the handwriting of an owner that she adored more than life itself. Camila. That's why she remained sitting on her mattress in pure solitude, the words on the note echoing through her mind with the younger Latina's sultry, sinful tone that was laced with her accent of descent.
To my dearest Lauren,
I know how you're feeling right now; hurt, abandoned, and full of doubt. But, you don't need to because none of my doings resulted from you, from anyone of you. If your heart is still with mine, meet me at our spot and I swear to tell you the whole truth.
~XOXO Camila
The emerald eyed Cuban was flooded with contrasting and contradicting thoughts. A part of her wanted to ignore the claim, discarding it into the abyss of her mind but the other couldn't deny the burning urge she felt to see Camila. In short contemplation, she decided the latter; standing up to acquire a pair of ripped jeans, her '1975' graphic t-shirt, black combat boots and noting the chilled air during the evening, she threw on a black hoodie. Finishing, the raven haired female proceeded cautiously upon opening her rather creaky door; a few squeaks being made before she fully made it into the hallway, shutting her bedroom door, and meandering throughout the corridors.
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The ebony's back was rested against the headboard of her bed; glasses hung at the bridge of her nose as her eyes flickered through the writings on the pages. Being in an infamous gang didn't cease her admiration for reading as it granted her with knowledge expansion and an escape from reality.
