the encounter

Chapter 6

Camila's POV

After Lauren left, I walked home. I replayed our entire conversation in my head. As usual, I stared to overthink and got lost in my thoughts. What is gonna happen now? Will she text me? What about Ty? Will she tell someone what I told her? She wouldn't. Right? What if... what if she doesn't talk to me again? What if she uses this to manipulate me? Why do I think so low of her? She cares for me goddamit. She would rather die than let me be killed. That's... actually probably not good. Wait, is someone calling my name?

I look up and try to look for the sound, or well, person that is currently calling me. I am lowkey scared because I am alone. On the street. And i could get kidnapped or raped, oh my god I am gonna get kidnapped. And raped. They are gonna sell my orga-

"Camila!" I hear, again.

I shook my head towards the sound and then heard some clicks. Fuck. Paparazzi. There were three, and I saw one of them coming close to me with a microphone. I rolled my eyes and started walking faster towards my house. I should look at the bright side of this situation, given the fact that they are, in fact, paparazzi and not rapists. I was still 2 blocks away from my neighborhood and there was no way I was gonna get there before these dumbasses got to me.

"Hey Camila, we got some questions please answer them!" One of them men said.

I decided I was gonna stop walking so that they could get their pictures and answers and leave me alone.

"Wassup" I say.

"Hey Camila, is it true that you and Post Malone are dating?"

"Sorry, who's that?" I ask.

"Post Malone, the one you posted a picture with on instagram"

"Name doesn't ring a bell. Sorry." I say giving my most sarcastic smile. I started walking again, this time faster.

"Wait Camila, so does that mean you are dating someone else at the moment?"

"Look I really need to get home my dogs are thirsty. Goodbye now"

"Is that a yes or no"

"What do you think?" I say getting a little bit irritated but I cannot show that I am since that is what they want, for me to get mad and then record it. So I just keep walking. Now I am only one block away from my house.

"Camila what did you do earlier today?"

"I went to eat lunch and what did you do, besides stalk me?"

"Uh nothing I was just driving around... were did you go out to eat? Were you with someone or did you go alone?"

Oh my god I swear to god this dude is testing my patience. But that's what they want, for me to lash out. I pick up the pace because for some unknown reason I slowed down. I could now see my house from the distance. They couldn't get past the gates of the neighborhood.

"You guys should probably leave since you won't be able to pass the gates. So goodbye. Again"

"Well, goodbye Camila it was nice talking to you."

Camila rolled her eyes as the gates opened for her. She thanked the security guard that opened the gates for her and made her way to her house. She turned her head to give one last look to the paps, they were still there with their stupid cameras. I rolled my eyes again and kept on walking to my house.

My house isn't that far away from the entrance, so I get there in like 2 minutes. After I unleash the dogs I go to the kitchen and grab a banana. As I am leaving the kitchen, I spot mami on the studio.

"Hey mami, im here" I tell her.

"Hola mija, ¿Dónde dejaste a Lauren?"

"Something came up at her work and she had to go"

"Ay que pena. Bueno, how did it go? What did you talk about? La besaste?"

"Mami dios mío, no, I didn't kiss her. We we're just... talking... why on earth did you insinuate that I kissed her?" I ask her back, not understanding from where did that question came from.

"Bueno mija, I just thought you girls were on a date or something"

I am dumbfounded. A date? Was this a date? Did we go on a date?

"Why... why would you even think that? That makes literally zero sense mami"

"Pero mija, no te lo cojas a pecho, I was just asking. Don't act so butt hurt. And also, going on a date with Lauren doesn't seem bad, she's a very pretty and caring girl right?"

"Right... well, I guess I will be on the recording room. See you later I guess?"

"Okay... wait! Si vez a tu hermana tell her to come and watch something with me"

"Sure... and it was not a date by the way."

"Mhm"

I close the door of the studio and finally eat my banana. It wasn't that I was hungry, I just craved a little snack. I made my way to Sofi's room and opened the door. I watched how Sofi had my earphones on and was dancing to some music that was loud enough for me to hear it from the other side of the room. She looked so happy. I wish I could be as happy as her. As carefree as her. I felt envious and jealous of her state of mind, which, can sound so wrong. But it was right, I wanted to feel like her, but for some unknown reason I couldn't. It's the probably the lack of serotonin and dopamine in my brain, who knows.

"Sofi... Sofi... Sofia!"

"Huh WHAT"

"Mami te esta llamando"

"Okay gimme a second"

"Adios" I say, as I close her door and head to the recording room. I don't even know from where did this weird impulse of going to the recording room came. To be honest, I spend like half of my days inside the recording room. So i'm not really surprised to feel myself wanting to go there. I feel safe here, I feel protected, if that makes sense. The walls contain all of my secrets, my guitars have always been there for me, my piano holds me when I can't seem to hold myself. It's easier for me to come clean and make sense of my emotions while on the recording room.

In other words, my recording room is sort of like my sanctuary.

When I get inside, I dump what's left of my banana on the trash can and sit on the piano. I have no clue as of what I am doing but I do it anyways. I touch some of the piano keys and suddenly I am playing something, something as in a song something. I am quiet and let the piano speak for herself. I feel the sound that it emits and I become one with it. I close my eyes and trust my gut.

After a while, after I had memorized the key pattern of the song, I hit record and record the sound. I pick up my phone to look at the time and it's really late, this normally happens when I go to the recording room. I get lost in the music and totally forget about the time, or the entire world to be honest.

I unlock my phone and open instagram. While watching stories, or must I say one story about a certain green eyed girl, in which there appears to be ice cream and a pretty girl eating ice cream with her fake boyfriend. I a little bit skeptical about responding to the girl's story, but I don't really care anymore so I go for it.

3:57 You
now i want ice cream :p

I was currently laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling, because, ceilings are actually really interesting, contrary to popular beliefs. Not because I was waiting for a response, psh who is pathetic enough to wait for someone's response? Like wow who even does that. In this economy? Yeah well that's exactly what I am doing. It has currently passed 34 minutes since I sent the text and Lauren hasn't responded to my text. But it's okay, she is probably busy faking a relationship. Or sleeping. Shit she must be sleeping. It's like 2am probably. I don't even want to know. I should probably go to sleep.

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a/n: hey guyss so i just finished my junior year and now it's summer so i'm gonna have a lot of free time in which i will probably write a lot so that's good.
Remember: you are enough!