Worth It (Camila/You)

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Camila's POV

2 Weeks Later

"I like that one," I told the girl who was laying on the floor with a guitar in her hands.

She couldn't play it very well with the cast on her arm, but that wasn't stopping her from trying. She was definitely ready to get it off in a few days.

"Me too," she agreed, strumming the little rift again.

"It might work," I told her as she struggled to strum the guitar.

"I don't think it'll work with this song," she told me honestly.

Over the past two weeks Y/n had helped me finish more music than I had finished on my own in the past two months. I didn't know why I was so inspired around the girl, but I wasn't complaining about it.

"It might work with that other song you showed me. How'd it go?" She asked.

"Real friends?" I asked, watching her nod before I started singing a little of it when she started playing again.

"I'm just looking for some real friends. All they ever do is let me down. Every time I let somebody in, then I find out what they're all about. I'm just looking for some real friends. Wonder where they're all hiding out. I'm just looking for some real friends. Gotta get up out of this town."

"I really like that," Y/n said when I finished singing the chorus.

"Me too," I smiled. "Write those chords down."

I watched as the girl grabbed a pencil and my notebook before she began writing down the chord progression she had just played.

I admired her side profile. The way she was biting her lip in focus making me feel some type of way.

I don't know what about the girl attracted me to her, but I could feel myself slipping. We had been living together for two weeks now and I still didn't know that much about the girl. She was careful when talking about her past, and I could always tell when something I brought up was a sensitive subject to her.

"Camila?" I heard her say, snapping me out of my trance. "You gonna answer that?"

I furrowed my eyebrows before I realized my phone was ringing. I grabbed it just as the call ended, looking at the screen to see a missed call from Shawn. I thought about calling back, but decided he would text or call again if it was important.

I heard Y/n laugh as I threw my phone to the side again.

"What's so funny, goofball?" I asked, the nickname I had given her slipping out my mouth naturally.

"Why were you so zoned out?" She asked back with a smile as she stood up and sat next to me.

"No reason," I told her, looking into her eyes to see the way they sparkled.

I didn't see that sparkle the night we helped her off the street, but it was here now and I loved it.

I felt myself leaning closer to the girl, jumping back when my phone began ringing again.

"You gonna get it this time?" She asked with a smirk, laughing when I playfully flipped her off and grabbed my phone.

"Yea?" I asked rather harshly after I answered the phone.

"Whoa. Did I catch you at a bad time?" Shawn asked.

"No, I'm just in the studio," I told him as I calmed myself down by looking at the girl who was sitting on the couch, now with the guitar in her lap.

"Oh, still having trouble with your music? I can come swing by to help you if you want," he offered.

"What? No, I'm actually not having trouble anymore," I told him.

"Really? That's great. I'm actually pretty close to your studio, so is it cool if I come by anyways?" He asked.

I wanted to say no, simply because I just wanted to be here with Y/n.

"Uhh... sure," I said hesitantly, watching Y/n look at me questionably.

"Cool. Be there in ten."

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself as he hung up.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked.

"Nothing," I told her. "Shawn is going to come swing by for a bit."

"Shawn?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows. "The same Shawn who doesn't like me?"

"That's not true," I quickly said, smacking her arm lightly.

"Yes, it is. He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" She asked.

"It didn't come up," I told her. "He's not going to bother you. If he starts being rude then I'll tell him something."

"Fine," she said with a smirk, and I could tell the wheels in her head were spinning.

"Don't be rude to him either," I told her with a pointed look.

"Oh, I'll be nice," she said innocently. "Promise."

I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well.