The Key Was Never Mine Φ Camren

Part Seven - El Sueño

I am gonna change the first person's pov into third person's soon. Probably this week. If you wanna wait you can or you can continue! Your choice.

I was pacing left to right in my room, rambling different sentences that were running in my mind. It's been more than a week since my birthday and also the last time I talked to Camila. There was no communication between us except for a text message I got the day after my birthday.

Camila: Good Morning! Or what ever time it will be when you wake up. Hope you recover your hangover because the level of drunk you were last night is going to results pretty badly. I wanted to tell this myself but you were not in your right state of mind that's why I am texting. I will be MIA for the whole month. I am going to DC for a week and a half to join my family for business and the rest of the month I would be at the basketball camp. So, I would meet you at the first day of school because I am busy, not that I am ignoring you after 2 days of our.... 'reunion'. See you soon!

But tomorrow is the day I will see her.

"Lauren instead of thinking non sense, would you come here and help me pack your bag?" My adoptive sister said who was sitting on my bed and was being a good sister by packing my bag and listening to my almost gibberish words.

"May be I should skip this year."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Should I tell her that I am coming to the camp?"

"Isn't it too late for that? Go there tomorrow and just act like nothing happened. From the text she sended you, I think she doesn't want it weird. You are over reacting."

"Mani you don't understand." I sighed heavily.

"Tell me. Tell me what I don't understand."

"I puked on Camila for fuck sake Mani, the one who was my best friend from the time I started wearing diapers! I puked on Camila Cabello, who didn't talked to me for 6 years! I puked on Karla Camila Cabello, who was basically Bi-polar with me, a week ago! I puked on Karla Camila Cabello Est-"

"Estabao, who was your first kiss?"

"Mani! How many times have I told to never mention it?" I didn't wait for a response because I knew that no matter how many times I told her to not to say it, at some point Normani always will. It's better to ignore it at first place instead of facing the question that usually follows it. So, I quickly added "What will I do if she goes back to ignoring me? Mani I puked on her after making kiss designs on the beautiful baby of hers!" I let out a frustrated groan.

I stood in front of the bed waiting for something for Normani to say something. Normani kept aside the clothes that she was folding and took my hands into hers.

"You still love her, don't you?" Normani asked softly.

But that didn't work. I withdrew my hands from hers and lied on the bed with a huff. I was not up for my sister's nuisance right now "I don't and I never did. You are not helping, instead you are making me frustrated and more anxious."

"Okay. Let's help you then. Tell me how many times have you been in Miami in last 6 years?"

"What has this to do with that?" Normani didn't answer and arked her left eyebrow signalling me to just answer what she asked. "I don't know, lost the count."

"Right, and how many times in those visits you didn't stalk Camila?"

"Okay I am not listening to this" I took one of the pillows and covered my face with it but that didn't stop Normani. She kept questioning and answering her own self the whole time. From finishing the task of bag packing to saying goodbye to me at the airport, Normani went on and on convincing me that I  have no reason to worry about.