Camila Cabello Imagines

Locked Out

Empty fridges were no worse than the devil and nobody could possibly change your mind. Okay, they probably could but right now it was almost midnight and you were hungry as hell but nothing in your fridge seemed appetizing. What you really wanted was some cereal but you had finished the last of your Cheerios a few days ago and had been unable to replace them due to your busy work schedule.

"Fuck it," you stated out loud to your empty apartment, deciding that your only option was to head down to the convenience store down the road that was thankfully open 24/7. It was either that or starve, and you definitely didn't want that. Shuddering at the horrible thought of continuing to be hungry, you didn't even bother changing out of your sweets and hoodie before quickly slipping on some shoes and all but running out of your apartment.

You were barely able to make it two steps towards the elevator before you noticed a figure sitting against the wall a bit further down the hallway 'Oh God I'm about to get mugged,' you thought. You almost turned around and went back into your apartment but as usual, your need to eat won over any other feeling.

The unknown figure was closer to the elevator than you were, meaning that you would have to pass by them in order to get to your beloved cereal. They appeared to not be paying any attention to you, so after taking a deep breath to calm your, you started walking down the hall at a pace much faster than usual.

Just as you reached the elevator and were reaching out to press the down button, you turned your head slightly to make use that the random person hadn't moved from their spot. To your great relief, they were still just chilling on the floor. However, you though you recognized them from somewhere. But where? Surely you would know where you had seen that pretty face before.

"Camilla? What are you doing out here?" you questioned in shock when you realized that the girl wasn't some random homeless person, but actually one of your neighbors. You saw her a few times a months, and you would be lying if you said that there wasn't any flirting going on anytime you talked to her, even if it was just in passing.

"It's Camila," she laughed as she pushed herself up, "and I locked myself out. Stupid, I know." You laughed along with her, completely forgetting about your cereal now that she was distracting you and potentially needed your help.

"How long have you been out here? She shrugged sheepishly at your question. "Uh, like 2 hours? Feels like forever though," she pouted. You almost decided to make fun of her when you got interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

"Oh my God you were totally on your way to get some food and now I'm bothering you, aren't I?" Well that was only partially true. She wasn't really distracting you, not in a bad way at least.

"You could always come with me? It's not like you have anywhere else to go," you pointed out, really just wanting to spend more time with her. She took a moment to consider your offer before you added in another point to try and get her to agree.

"You can even, um, like, stay at my place for the night. I assume that this floor doesn't make the most comfortable bed," you teased. She smiled and nodded, not seeing any reason to turn down your very generous offer. No matter if you were practically complete strangers. Camila just couldn't see a valid reason to sleep on the floor in this dirty hallway wen you had offered her a warm place to stay,

"You're an angel," she praised, following you into the elevator. "Duh," you giggled. Camila looked at you with a smile, incredibly thankful that you had gotten hungry and gone out, and you didn't even try to push away the though that it might be fate that led you to Camila and that hopefully she could be more than just your cute neighbor that you sometimes flirted with.