The Popular Girl is Broken

Chapter nineteen

Music is my escape.

19.

Camilo's POV🎵

It's a late Friday night, barely seven o' clock and the sky is dark blue.

I finally make it to Hannah's house, I'm about to knock when the door flies open and in a blink someone's arms are pulling me into a bear hug.

For a second I thought it was Hannah, but then I notice it's just her mom, Avery.

"Oh my God, Camilo! How you've grown! Look at these cheeks," She let's go and squishes my cheeks, "Oh gosh you're still as hot as ever!"

I laugh at her honesty, she's always been like this, coolest mom I've ever met. Before I talk she keeps squealing, "And that perfect smile! I have missed so much! Remember when you had bracers?"

"Sadly, I do," I say before her husband, Hannah's dad, Josh also pulls me into a friendly hug.

We talk for a few minutes before I'm invited inside, instantly I feel like this year never happened, like I'm sixteen and I'm coming over  for a family dinner with my girlfriend.

But it did happen and things are different now, I think.

The house is pretty much the same, when they left they didn't sell it or anything, they just paid some people to come clean it every once in awhile.

"Camilo, my man! You're still not playing football?" A tall figure approaches us and of course another one behind him, "Nope, still into music" I give them a handshake.

"You are no fun," Steve laughs, and Arthur shrugs, "Music can be fun"

Brice keeps texting on his phone and doesn't reply to Arthur.

"Camilo, sugar, can you do me a favor and go tell Hannah to hurry up? She invited a few other friends of hers and they might get here soon" Avery slaps my back and walks away.

There's other people coming?

As I'm approaching her door I hear loud music inside of it.

I chuckle lightly and roll my eyes at her choice of music which still sucks.

Her stomps around the room are loud, indicating me that she's dancing around her room.

My hand on the door knob, I hesitate. Here we go.

I open the door, without even thinking about it, I smile at the scene in front of me.

Her body was moving in a sync with rhythm, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, it was just like old times.

A loud laugh escaped my lips and she turned to me.

"Camilo! What are you doing?" She yelled in surprise, the brush that she was holding fell to the floor.

I don't know why I found myself laughing so hard, but all of the sudden, I couldn't stop. My breath came in quick gasps between my unstoppable laughs. Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.