summary- y/n and camila are just really in love.
warnings- literally none, just a load of shitty fluff.
(not proofread, sorry for any mistakes.)
Y/n was pretty sure that this is what love felt like. No, scratch that. Y/n was positive that this is what love felt like. She stared at Camila, sitting on her bed with an over-used guitar splayed out on her lap, her manicured fingers plucking the silver strings as she hummed softly to herself, her voice soft and angelic. Her hair was a tangled mess, the brown locks thrown behind her and not yet brushed from the hours that y/n spent with her fingers in them, tugging, smoothing, pulling, and tangling the soft brown hair. She didn't have any makeup on, her face bare and beautiful, practically glowing with the sunlight seeping in through the windows and casting down on her tanned complexion. She was half naked, only clad in one of her over-sized white button up shirts, that was only buttoned halfway, and a pair of black panties. She looked angelic, and y/n was positive that it was love that was swelling in her heart as she watched her silently from her spot up against the headboard.
Her mother had told her, on a particularly warm spring day when she had come home from a day of elementary school with blushing cheeks and a smile on her face, that she was all to young to be in love, that the boy that had kissed her on the cheek before proposing with his mother's stolen diamond ring was in fact not the love of her life, that that was yet to come. She had been taught that her mother only spoke the truth, and quickly moved on from the boy only two days later.
Once in middle school, when a tall, handsome boy a grade ahead of her asked her to dance with him at their Valentine's dance, complementing her pink dress and giving her her first kiss, she had ran home to her mother looking like she had just one a million dollars, telling her that she had found love and that she was never letting it go. Her mother had just rolled her eyes and scowled at her, saying that the boy was merely using y/n for her body and status, and that she was much to young for love anyway. Y/n had believed her, and the next day told the boy off for 'using' her.
When y/n reached Junior year of high school she met this girl, this beautiful girl with curly, jet black hair and a nearly same complexion. She asked y/n on a date during the second month of school, and the sixteen year old girl happily obliged, though slightly reluctant because of their identical genders- but the girl was sweet, and she treated y/n like a princess for a good five months of the year. It wasn't until y/n's mother had walked in on them, y/n stradling her girlfriend's lap with her shirt thrown half across the room, that the younger girls mother had found out. She scared the girl out of her house before scolding y/n for ever touching a woman, when y/n yelled and cried that she loved the other girl, her mother just told her that she had been decieved, and that she was still much to young for love. Y/n didn't believe her, but she didn't argue with her. The next day, y/n broke up with the girl as tears streamed down her face.
It wasn't until y/n turned eighteen that she found another girl, a girl with long, curly red hair and an adorably large smile. Y/n's friends had convinced her to sneak into a bar with them, and the girl was there with a group of friends, eyeing the younger girl for more than half of the night before approaching her with a million dollar smile and an attractive air of confidence. She was charming and she could make y/n blush like no other, and pretty soon afterwards y/n found herself in another committed relationship. This one lasted much longer than the others, and y/n was positive this time that she found love. It was nearly a year before y/n decided to tell her mother, in hopes the elder woman could find it in herself to be happy for her. But she wasn't, she upturned her nose and sneered in disgust once y/n told her, promising that the girl would end up breaking her heart, that that was the consequence for being with a girl. Y/n argued with her, and it only ended with her mother scoffing and saying that y/n was to young to know what love was anyways. But the girl disregarded her and continued her relationship for two more months, until she caught her girlfriend with another woman in their bed, and suddenly y/n thought that maybe her mother had been right all along.
