when night comes (camren)

Five

What age were you the first time someone asked what you wanted to be when you grew up?

Camila was five years old. She was five years old and she knew she liked to play in the sandbox at recess. She knew she liked pineapple juice but not the actual fruit because the texture felt weird in her mouth when she bit through it. She knew she was good at spelling because she got a gold star in her workbook last week. She knew her best friend was Lauren Jauregui because Lauren always laughed at her jokes and purposely let her escape when they played tag at school. But what she wanted to be when she grew up? Camila didn't know. All she knew, was she didn't want to be like her mother. Even at just five years old, Camila Cabello knew that.

Camila wasn't sure how or why, but she knew she was different to everyone in her class. She knew because she'd been examining the contents of the other kid's lunchboxes for a while now. She would eye up sandwiches cut into perfect little triangles, with fillings that seemed to change almost every day of the week. The colourful plastic packs of Launchable that she'd seen on the TV commercials and always wanted to try. The boxes of grapes, raisins, and apples already chopped up with the seeds cut out... Camila always wondered how they got like that

"What you got today Camzi?" Lauren would tease innocently from the seat beside her, knowing too well that her friend would have the same thing she had every day. Two slices of bread slammed together with some peanut butter in the middle. Never cut, never any extras, nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't that Camila was a fussy eater or she particularly liked peanut butter all that much. It was just the only thing her five-year-old mind knew how to make. The only thing she could usually count on being in the cupboards at home.

Camila wanted to be as the other kids, she was the only kid at her table that made their own lunches and she knew that.

Lauren was five years old too. She was five years old and she knew that her favourite animals were puppies and she really wanted one for Christmas. She knew she was the fastest runner in her class because she always beat the boys at races, she was actually beating them at the most things. She knew that Camila Cabello was her best friend because she always agreed to play unicorns and dragons with her and this one time, she kissed Lauren's knee better to stop her from crying after she fell in the playground. But what she wanted to be when she grew up? Lauren didn't know. All she knew was that her mom and dad said she could be anything she wanted to be and right now she mostly just wanted to be a unicorn, so she guessed she would probably just do that.

Lauren wasn't sure how or why, but a thought of her thought that Camila was different to the other kids in their class. She knew because sometimes she saw her friend picking little bits of moulded bread off her peanut butter sandwiches when she thought no one was looking.

She wondered why Camila's mommy didn't throw out the bread when it went mouldy like her mom did. She wondered but she didn't ask because she thought that might be rude.

"Hey Camz, try a bite off this this, it's really nice." Lauren would offer up instead. Usually followed shortly after by a "I'm so full, do you want to finish my Oreos too?" Lauren didn't know how or why Camila was different, but she knew that she was the only kid at her table that made their own lunches and she felt the need to help.

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This is my first work so i hope you like it part two is coming soon tho

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