A/n:
I've been getting writers block. so this is a Camren converted version. so enjoy.
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"Sweetheart, wake up." Camila heard her daddy from the doorway. She cracked an eye open and saw Leroy, his head poking inside her bedroom. It was only eight in the morning on a Saturday, which was unusually late for Camila to still be in bed, but she had a long night last night. "Our new neighbor is here, and your papa wants to meet her."
Camila had been hearing about this elusive neighbour of theirs for weeks now, ever since the Stewarts moved away to move to Colorado. From the real estate gossip Alejandro heard at work, their new neighbour was a woman who would be loving alone, which was apparently a bizarre thing for their suburban Miami mindset. Still, that didn't mean that they would shun this woman just because she had no two point five kids or a husband. The Cabellos don't either, so that would probably help them get along just fine.
Rolling out of bed, Camila tugged on a pair of jeans over her boxers. Her morning wood was being its normal, attention-seeking self, but she had no time to take care of it. She just hoped that her jeans would hide the bulge, and that she could find a sweater big enough to hide it, if her pants failed. Camila brushed her teeth, pulled on her socks, and ran downstairs where her dads were waiting with a thermos full of coffee and a box of donuts. Upon seeing Camila, they beamed and headed out the door to cross over to the next door.
The moving vans were long gone, and Camila had no idea if their new neighbour would mind the Cabello's eager welcome, but as Leroy rang the doorbell, Camila found herself being excited. They haven't had a new neighbour in years, since usually those who were born in Miami stayed in Miami. Except for her, of course. She planned to be in New York someday.
The soft pattering of footsteps could be heard, and the door swung open. A tall brunette, her hair curtaining her elegant features. Dressed in a floral print dress, a simple white hair clip keeping her locks in place. A look of pleasant surprise in her eyes. "Oh, hello! You must be my neighbours?"
Alejandro smiled. "We're the Cabellos, from 128." He said. "This is my husband, Leroy. And our daughter, Camila."
If this new neighbour was surprised regarding a gay couple living in conservative Florida, she didn't show it. "I'm Y/n Dallas. Would you like to come in?"
The three Cabellos nodded and they stepped inside the house. It had the same layout and floor plan as their home, but Y/n's furniture was sparse and minimalistic. A black leather couch, with a matching coffee table made up the living room. And as they entered the kitchen slash dining area, the hallway leading up to it had framed photographs not of people, but of scenery and of French bulldogs. Not a single photograph of Y/n and her family could be seen.
She led the Cabellos to the kitchen and they sat on the breakfast island while she took out mugs and small plates for the donuts. "It's so nice of you to come by today." Y/n said. "I was just wondering what to do for breakfast."
Camila smiled at that as she fixed up her coffee just the way she liked it: two sugars and a teensy bit of cream. She took a honey crueller from the box and gave it a nibble while her dads told her about the neighbourhood, before working on getting to know this Y/n Dallas. "So, Y/n. What do you do?"
"I'm a writer and a photographer." Y/n said as she swallowed down a bite from her maple glaze donut. "I used to live in California, but that place is too busy, too hectic for me." She shrugged. "I move around a lot, whenever I want. And for the moment, I think a few years in calm Florida would do me some good. Might even help me with my writing."
