Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Watching You

"Excited?" I question quietly as I carefully sit in my seat before watching Camila do the same. She's wearing a stylish outfit but, most importantly, a huge smile as she takes her glsses from her handbag and slips them onto her face.

"Very." She grins in return, squeezing my thigh and shifting to be comfier, eyes glued to the stage.

Smiling along with her, I too turn my eyes to the stage as the lights turn dim and the curtains begin to pull back. Perfect timing.

The scene starts with some girl kneeling on the floor, and some guy creepily watching from the shadow. Oh. Oh wait, he chased her off. The lights turn on, revealing a bunch of jock-like guys standing in formation. The main one, the one who chased the girl off, begins to click his fingers while music starts playing and- is that ballet? I should've known, a true jock wouldn't be caught dead in a musical.

Camila snickers beside me when she notices my confused expression, so I turn to face her with a similar one.

"What?" I ask, quirking a brow at her.

"You haven't seen West Side Story before, have you?" She whispers back.

"Is that what this is?" I frown, ignoring the annoyed mutters of the people behind us.

She nods, chuckling under her breath as she leans her elbow on the armrest between us, bringing her subconsciously closer to me.

Grinning, I decide to watch her facial expression for a while instead of paying attention to the fake-jocks still prancing about on stage.

...

A while turns out to be most of the play and before I know it, Camila is holding her hand out to help me up from my seat.

"Thanks, babe." I grin, pecking her on the cheek gratefully before following her between the chairs and out to the aisle to leave the auditorium.

"What was your favourite bit?" She asks, immediately dumping the question I dreaded as soon as we were in the halls of the college.

"Uh, I don't know. I liked all of it. What about you?" I lie smoothly, connecting my hand with hers and interlocking our fingers as we follow the rapidly dissipating crowd out to the parking lot.

"The bit with the dog." She smirks, though why I'm not entirely sure.

"Yeah, I liked that bit too," I reply, watching with a frown as she bursts into laughter.

"You didn't even watch it!" She exclaims, "What were you even doing?"

"Uh..." I drawl, bringing my free hand up to rub the back of my neck as we step down the curb and head towards my car, "Watching you?" I decide to admit. It turns out to be a good thing as she only smiles and starts swinging our arms.

"You're amazing." She grins.

Smirking, I pull our hands up and press a kiss against the back of hers.

"I know," I comment, furthering her laughter until she's open-mouthed cackling into the darkness of the night, gaining some odd looks from other people which neither of us could care less about.

"And you're perfect."

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GUYS! Have Camila and Y/n said those vital three words yet?

I swear I don't even know what happens in my own book 🤦‍♀️