Reflection: Adopted by Fifth Harmony

Moving Stranger

****************************************Back In Paige’s Room****************************************

I pulled out a duffel bag from under my bed and turned to Camila, “Can you grab that?” I point to a sweatshirt hanging on my closet door. She grabs it and smirks, reading the words on it, “MagCon Girl, huh?” I blush, packing it in the bag, “It was a gift from Tay.” I explain. I go over to my drawers and grab the basics- my favorite tee shirts and jeans, a few leggings, some underwear and socks- ya know, all that good stuff.

“So,” Normani says, “who do you want to sleep with?”

“Who doesn’t snore?” I chuckle.

Mila laughs, “Definitely not Dinah, then, she snores like a cow!”

“Cows snore?” Normani asks, looking at Mila like she has three heads.

“I think so…” I answer, smiling. I had an entire conversation with Jenna (yes, Jenna Marbles) about animals that can snore because her dog was snoring one day when we were snap chatting.

“Oh, well, Ally is a pretty easy sleeper, so she might be good.”

“No,” Mila protests, “Ally mumbles in her sleep.”

I snicker, “I’ll take mumbling over kicking or snoring any day.”

“That leaves Lauren or Ally, then because Camila definitely moves a lot. She also does this weird breathing thing in her sleep, and I don’t want you thinking she’s dying or anything.” Normani jokes, making Camila blush.

“Do you want these?” Camila says, holding up a pair of sweatpants that said ‘Smile’ on the butt. I had just realized that she was helping clean out my drawers. I nod and she throws them in the general direction of the duffel bag, but they end up behind the bed.

“No aim,” Normani says, shaking her head.” I retrieve them and stuff them in the bag, smirking at Camila.

“Is this your diary?’ Mila asks, holding up a small purple book. She holds it at an awkward angle.

“Don’t tip-” I say but she does, trying to give it to me and everything spills out, “It.”

She looks at me with this ‘Oops, my bad face’, and I can’t help but laugh. She picks it up, but not before looking at some of it, “You write music? Why don’t you sing any of this on YouTube, these are really good?” she asks, looking up at me.

Normani also looks up, “You write?”

“Yeah, a little bit. Not much, really.”

“No, these are good.” Camila says invading my personal space again. Something tells me I’m gonna have to get used to her not knowing the proper rules of personal space. I’ve never been the cuddly-huggy type of girl anyways.

I clear my throat, “I don’t know, I never thought they were any good, so I never sang them. You can’t be shot down if you never speak up, right?”

Camila gives me a look that can only be described as a mixture between confused and disappointed. She gets up and hands a piece of paper to Normani, and Normani studies it, “Girl, you need to sing these! This is amazing!”

I shrug, “Eh, which one is that?”

She scrunches up her nose, I forgot I don’t title my songs ever because the titles usually end up sounding stupid or clichéd to me, she begins singing a few lines and I can immediately recognize the song, “We used to fit so well together, Back then.

We wanted to drive together, around the world,

We wanted it all.”

I wrote it freshman year about this stupid jock who at the time was the best thing that ever happened to me, needless to say, though, not only was he a senior, he also told me at the last minute he was “involved” with someone else.