My Love

Chapter 13: Lunch Date

My eyes reluctantly opened as the sunshine shot through my window. I rolled over to my left and looked at the clock. The red letters read '11:45 am'. I groaned. It's easy to see why I slept in so late since I didn't go to sleep until around 3 am. My mind wouldn't let me simply fall sleep. My mind was racing and my body just couldn't shut down. Of course, eventually it did and now I'm waking up at almost noon.

I got up from my bed and got ready for the day. I found Dinah and Camila hanging out in the lounge. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Camila. As always, she looked so beautiful. Her hair was in a bun when strands of hair still down her neck and she was wearing a white crop top which showed off her tan mid section. And, of course, she had her high-waisted jeans and her signature white heels. Dinah called me over and greeted me.

"Hey Ralph!" She said cheerfully.

"Hey, Dinah." I greeted back.

"Hi, Camila." I said trying to look her in the eyes, even though she wouldn't look up from her feet.

"Hey." She muttered.

"Me and Mila were talking about going to lunch. Wanna come?" She asked. Camila immediately shot her head up and have Dinah a death glare, which did look admittedly sexy. Sensing Camila's discomfort to the idea, I decided to decline the offer.

"No. It's alright, Dinah. I know Camila doesn't want me to." I replied.

"You didn't have a problem when we went to Target together." Dinah said.

"That was before she broke my heart. Again." Camila shot back.

"Guys, we're performing later in the day. You two have to hang out and get used to each other again or the fans will know there is something up." Dinah said. I wanted to go. Anything to spend time with Camila. Ironically, it was her that was stopping me.

"Fine." Camila said, clearly annoyed.

"Then it's settled!" Dinah cheered. I was about to thank Dinah but decided not to since Camila was there. I always felt like amidst all the drama, Dinah was like the glue that held us together.

We got into one of the rented cars. I was in the driver seat, despite having lost my license. I pulled out and drove us to a restaurant Dinah picked out.

We walked inside the restraint and waited for the hostess to show us to our table. Dinah wanted a booth so we got a booth table next to the window. Dinah immediately rushed to the seat and I sat across from her. Camila was about to sit next to her but Dinah childishly put her hand next to her, indicating she couldn't sit there.

"Seriously, Dinah?" Camila asked, half annoyed and half amused.

"You know how much I love to have a seat to myself. You owe me. There's a spot open next to Lauren, though." Dinah said, giving Camila a cheeky smile. Camila sighed and reluctantly sat down next to me. The waitress soon came.

"Hi, my name is Shelly. Can I start you off with drinks?" The waitress asked cheerfully.

"I'll have a coke." I said. The waitress nodded and wrote down my order.

"A Pepsi for me." Dinah said.

"Um, do you have lemonade here?" Camila asked cutely.

"Yes we do." The waitress said with a smile. "We have regular and raspberry."

"I'll have a regular lemonade, please." Camila said.

"Okay. I'll have your drinks out here in a second." She said and left.

The waitress brought out drinks out along with some bread. Dinah and I decided what we wanted to eat but Camila still looked puzzled examine the menu.

"I don't know if I should get the spaghetti or the pizza." She said. I chuckled. She really does have the appetite of a five year old.

"Get the spaghetti. You can have pizza whenever you want but spaghetti is a treat." I said. She still looked unsure.

"You know, if you want, we could make a pizza together some time soon." I smoothly say, attempting to gain more time with her. I felt accomplished when I saw Camila smile.

"It would probably taste gross." She said with a chuckle. I acted hurt.

"Are you saying my cooking skills are not good enough for you." I asked over dramatically.

"Maybe." She said and bit her lip and let out her beautiful laugh that I've missed that so much.

And that's how the whole meal went. It was very light-hearted. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. At one point, Camila was laughing so hard her hand found it's way to my knee. All I wanted was to grab her hand and hold it but I decided against it.

We payed for the meal and left the restaurant. We drove to the venue and got ready for our show.