Where Dreams Are Made (CAMREN)

Chapter 1- Ice Cream You Scream

     "We're heading to the beach Mila! Are you coming?" Sinu's excited voice echoed loudly around the hotel room, and Camila's head instantly lifted when she heard the word... beach.
      
         She loved everything about it. The cool, cobalt blue stretches of vast ocean, with gentle waves lapping up with a light swoosh against the shore. Running around with her little sister, Sofia, searching desperately for the baby pink 'mermaid' shells, and chuckling as you find a crab scuttling along the ground, it's claws waggling clumsily in the air. The warm breeze whipping feistily through her hair, as she sits on the sandy beach with the bleach white powder tickling her toes and the friendly sun casting a ray of butter gold upon her cheeks. Sand in her toes, salt on her skin, sun on her face... she loved everything about it.

        The family of four reached the beach at around 3 in the afternoon, and before Camila could even think about sitting down to soak up the golden rays scorching down onto her skin, she felt a small hand suddenly clasp into her own, and she looked down to see Sofia gazing at her hopefully with a bucket and spade.

        "Mila... can you help me build a big sandcastle?" Her soft, chirpy voice breathed, as the small girl gazed at her with brown, anticipant eyes. Feeling every ounce of willpower she had in her body melt away, Camila sighed, nodding her head and grabbing the spade, digging into the golden powder as her little sister squealed in delight.

         It didn't take long to build the simple sandcastle. Basic castle structure made of the honey sand, with a tiny plastic flag stuck in the top. Camila glanced at her sister, who was gazing at the small construction like it was the Statue of Liberty.

        "Can we live here, Mila? Me and you!" The small girl said, and Camila felt her heart warm for her little sister. She missed childhood. It was so... simply. So imaginative.

        "Of course we can, Sof! Me and you will be beautiful princesses! We will wear pink, silky gowns and tiaras in our hair! And every morning we will wake up next to a prince..." Camila began, feeling her mind wander off, engaging in the story just as much as the small girl next to her. However, Sofia's loud, whining voice suddenly cut her off. 

           "Ew!!!! I don't wanna wake up next to a Prince!" Sofia giggled childishly. Camila sighed, glancing around the vast stretch of sand, as the sun bounced off it and illuminated the whole beach in bright light. People were everywhere. Dotted around the shore like tiny freckles on a huge, golden face. Camila's eyes couldn't stop drifting... drifting onto women. Her brown eyes found themselves dancing over the contours of tanned bodies, and adorable rolls of stomachs. The sunlight dancing playfully in long tresses of hair, and delicate areas covered subtly by patterned bikinis. Her heart pounded. Her cheeks flushed.

           "Me neither." Camila sighed, nibbling her lip gently as she gazed at a variety of shapes and sizes, colours and races... every woman... stunning.

           Suddenly, a little gasp made the older girl snap so quickly back into reality that it made her head slightly spin.

          "Oh my god! Mila! Can we get ice cream! Pleeeeease?" Sofia suddenly cried, pointing to a small, colourful shack around 50 metres away from them, where a cheery looking man was handing out various cones and sticks of sweet, sticky substances to children with excited faces. Swirls of white, blocks of red... a sprinkle of chocolate or a syrupy splodge of sauce... the variety was immense.

         After purchasing the ice creams and handing their money to the jolly owner of the shack, the girls turned around, holding their delicious confectionary. Camila was bearing a waffle cone with an enormous swirl of pure white, adorned with a gentle sprinkling of tiny, multi-coloured balls, and in the smaller girl's hands, Sofia held a vibrant blue ice lolly, which she stuck straight into her hungry mouth, smothering her cheeks in the vivid colour. Camila whipped around with her ice cream, however, her heart suddenly stopped and her stomach did a backflip when all of a sudden, the world seemed to cut out for a brief moment, and an immense force smacked straight into her torso.

       "Hey watch it!" An angry... yes fairly soft voice suddenly yelled out, and Camila gently opened her eyes, feeling her cheeks flush with humiliation as she felt freezing cold cream smothered across her chest. Focusing her vision with panicked, flickering eyes, the small girl glanced from her messy chest to the ruined, dripping ice cream in her hand and finally to the angry person in front of her. It was a woman. She was wearing a crimson red bikini, with contrasted starkly to her smooth, ivory skin, exposing every contour and bump in her curvy body. Camila felt her heart jumping slightly as her gaze scanned over the woman's soft thighs, up over her stomach and landed... on her breasts. They were enormous and looking appealingly comfortable... however, the Cuban girl let out a guilt-ridden gasp when she noticed a huge smear of ice cream planted straight between two of the woman's breasts.

        "Oh my god.. sorry... here let me get a..." Camila suddenly stammered, anxiously grabbing a napkin from the shack behind her and reaching out to dab at the smear... utter panic suddenly flowing through her veins. Suddenly, a cool hand on hers. The woman had caught her wrist.
  
        "Hey... it's okay." A soft, raspy voice. It was a paradox. Silky and smooth... yet gravelly with a slight husk. Like a piece of ribbon covered in thorns. Camila gulped. Her head was spinning. As her whole body began to tremble, the dark-haired girl glanced up and immediately felt physically sick as one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen entered her vision.

A pale, symmetrical face with perfectly chiselled cheekbones, almost as if someone had crafted her bone structure using technical instruments.
A pair of plump, rosy lips... Camila felt a strong urge in her stomach... she wanted to touch them... she wanted to press them desperately. Open them.
A slender, straight nose.
Dark, fluffy hair.
Manicured eyebrows.
And the most beautiful green eyes on the planet. They were emerald with speckles of honey gold. They were a jeweller's stone. They were a distant forest. They were everything and nothing.
Camila was infatuated.