The illusion of proximity between the girl and her destination increases after every few feet. As the distant sidewalk mirrors a mirage of water, disappearing once she approaches it, she is revealed the true length between herself and the door. Each time the sun reflects another checkpoint, the more agitated she becomes. Camila hates being late.
She hates reflecting on all the little things she could've done quicker to make it on time. She hates how low her stamina is, leaving her panting as her feet quicken their pace at each step—but still not letting them fully run. She hates that she has to maneuver through the herd of people to reach the door. She hates knowing once that door is open, a wave of eyes will drown her with embarrassment.
Yet, here she finds herself. Standing at the doorway, center of attention.
Her resentment for the situation manages to increase when the classroom remains silent during the trip to her seat. Leaving the only sounds to come from the eventual slam of the door behind her, and quickened shuffling of her movement.
"Miss Cabello, did you forget there was still one more day left of school?"
Taking her seat, she mumbles her form of an apology.
"Tell me something"
i pause
during aerobics class
The pair took initiative to venture towards the back, this routine gave them the opportunity to converse over the blasting music their teacher believed was "inspiring to groove to."
"I never understood how our school could find the funds to begin an aerobics class but ignore my ideas of starting (look up 80's activity)
"Oh please Dinah, you're going to miss this class every day until senior year" she stated teasingly "you love this energy."
"Yeah, got me there—but you don't! You never explained your sudden epiphany to convert to the better ways of living, following directly in my path and joining me in this class?" Dinah narrowed her eyes at her in suspicion, while cockily grinning at her own self-complement.
Camila felt her limbs beginning to give out again. After gesturing a minuet break before her response, she took this time to compose herself. Sweat dripping in all places uncomfortable, she was thankful that this would be the last time she had to put herself through this. Once she found her eyes regaining focus, they reposed themselves towards the direction of her motivation behind this past year of agony. Standing there, working gracefully, arms and legs in perfect coordination, her form resembling one of a precious diamond, once more causing the brown eyed girl to sharply inhale. This only added to the necessity of her initial attempt to recover her composure.
She often let her mind drift to the idea of being granted the ability to express such passion over a mere exercise. Then imagined how the girl would preform during something she actually cared for.
Managing to avert her eyes from girl, she found her friend's starring in expectance.
"Take a chill pill, you never converted me into anything!" Camila feigned laughing "And—I've told you from the start that all the other gym classes were full" her voice involuntarily rising by an octave as she finished that sentence.
"Hm, must've missed it" she exaggeratedly pondered "or decided to ignore that excuse considering what a load of (80's term) it is" and eyed Camila accusingly.
The teacher changed the song from (Whip It- DEVO) "Okay i might miss the feeling of this hyped energy, but I will never forgive Mrs. Davis for ignoring my request to blast any jam from Deniece Williams "But aside
Dinah about Lauren "her moves are totally tubular"
Camila adores lauren because of her passion and ability to feel for things. She leeches onto her in attempt to feel control
Lauren adores Camila for her freedom and nonchalance towards life but they are both projecting and none of them has those abilities. They believe that they can form a relationship off of the idea of them alone. They create their own images of each other. She leeches onto her in attempt to loose control
"Good girls go to heaven" "bad girls go everywhere" find a metaphor for their innocence contrasting between their devotion towards something. Make it appear lauren to be good but it turns out camila wasn't the one sabotaging things all along
song- don't you want me baby
sweet dreams
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WANDERLUST
Fanfiction"You're in love with something bigger than love. You believe in something stronger than trust. They're in love with this idea of love, it's a shame that they'll believe it'll come." - The Weekend
