It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

~{5}~

Wednesday rolled around pretty quick.

I was eagerly waiting in my condo after sending Camila my address.

Having to wait was already making me anxious enough. I'd forgotten to completely clean out all of the empty wine bottles in the kitchen and put them in the recycling bin. It all just slipped my mind.

Why was I so nervous? If anything, Camila should probably have been the nervous one.

But why me?

Was it because I was anxious about the phone call with Normani? Was I more worried for my sake, or Camila's sake?

I contemplated all of these things.

Maybe it was just because she was pretty. And cute. Cute and pretty girls had always been my weakness.

And because of her talent, of course. If you could hear her voice, I'm sure you'd agree with me. It sounded like heaven.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door.

I quickly got up to go answer it.

As I opened it, I immediately recognized Camila standing there in front of me with her guitar bag sitting comfortably on her back.

"What is this?" Was the first thing Camila said. "Am I giving you a private concert or something?"

"Come in." I told her. "Just bear with me for a second."

I already secretly had Normani on the phone in my back pocket on FaceTime. So technically, she was staring at a blank screen belonging to my ass.

"I better not be in your ass pocket right now, Jauregui."

"What was that?" Camila asked in confusion.

I quickly turned my head towards her. "N-Nothing. I was just talking to myself."

She didn't look convinced.

Camila followed me as I walked into my lounging area and settled down on one of the couches. She did the same.

"I need you to play a song. It can be anyone you want, but I just need you to play one." I told her.

"But why? I still don't understa—"

"Just do it." I interrupted. "Trust me, I'll explain once you've finished."

Camila looked conflicted, but she eventually did as I asked.

I watched her as she pulled out her guitar, made sure it was in tune, then strummed a few chords very quickly and gently to make sure she had them down.

It was kinda cute.

Camila's POV

She was kinda cute. The way she looked so eager for me to begin playing.

Lauren was staring at me, awaiting the song that I was about to sing.

I thought it through in my head, and concluded that I was going to be singing one of my more upbeat and catchy songs.

It was called "Havana," and it was a song I wrote to express the love I had for my hometown.

Once I was ready, I began to sing while playing each chord skillfully on my guitar.

Havana, ooh na na.
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na na.
He took me back to East Atlanta, na na na.
Oh, but my heart is in Havana.
There's somethin' 'bout his manners.
Havana, ooh na na.