The New Girl (Camren)

Chapter 5

Dinah's POV

(Dinah's house)

I heard the doorbell ring and realized it had to be Mila waiting for me behind it. I swung it open to find who I was expecting.

"Hi," Camila spoke softly.

"Oh come on! Don't be shy with me. I bet you were crazy with your friends back at home. Come in, please."

Camila stepped inside cautiously and took off her shoes as she glanced around.

"I know it's sort of messy and it's not much, but it's home," I quickly stated.

"No. I love it. It's really pretty on the inside as well as the outside," Camila countered.

"Wow, really? Thanks. Come on let's go to my room where all the little ones won't bug us," I answered.

We made our way up the stairs dodging my little brothers and sisters playing tag all around the house. As we approached my room, I opened the door and allowed Camila to come inside first.

My room has posters of all of my favorite bands and idols. There is Beyonce albums, books, and dvds everywhere you can possibly look.

"I really like your room. It definetly shows who you are and I think it's awesome you made it your own," Camila said sincerely.

"Thank you. Now..what did you want to do?" I asked out of pure boredom. 

"I see you have a guitar. I play guitar and love jamming out. You play?" Camila questioned.

"Naw. That was my uncle's and he said I could have it, but I never got around to teaching myself."

"Do you sing?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you think we should try playing something together?" I asked.

"If you want to. I can play almost anything and I would love to hear you sing. I was in a band back at my old school, but we never came up with a name," she added.

"That's awesome. I think we should try a song out and see how it goes. Firstly, do you sing?" 

"Everyone can sing. I can sing..I guess. I don't think I'm very good though," Camila responded embarrassed.

"Hell no. I am not accepting that as an answer until I hear you sing," I said determined.

"I guess I will proove to you I'm right. I will sing you Little Bird by Ed Sheeran to show you I can't sing," Camila shrugged as she picked up the old guitar and sat down on the floor.

Camila began to tune the guitar and I watched her patiently.