Señorita || Shawmila

1

I closed my computer after my last online class for the week. I took my phone and checked if I had any text. As usual I had one from my mom as she asked me how was everything going, I replied with a simple "good" and turned it off.

My bed was way too small for me, but it was ok. I needed to save enough money to buy an apartment or something like that, and then I would have enjoyed a big bed. My head hurt from all the stress I was accumulating. "Camila!" I heard yelling and I rolled my eyes closing all the books. "Cami!" My door was suddenly opened. "How is my dear niece?"

"Uncle John." I smiled awkwardly. "I'm fine, what's up?" I asked trying to play it cool, he looked at my bedroom and then at me.

"Are you going to stay here all day?" He raised an eyebrow and I snorted. "What I'm saying is: you should go out and enjoy your time here. We're about 20 minutes from Los Angeles, you can go and have fun." He used to tell me the exact same thing since I had arrived there.

"I still don't get it, why did you buy a house here if you work in LA?" I laughed and he waved his hands telling me that it wasn't that important and not to change the subject. "Besides, I'm new and I don't know the city." I shrugged my shoulders.

"But sweetie, you can't just stay here. I really appreciate what you do for me, but you're young and I promised your mother that I you would have enjoyed your time here." He sat next to me. "You don't have school, you need a job and some friends, that's what you need!" He told me happily.

"Tio John, I have school even if it's online, I can't skip it." I reminded him and he scoffed muttering a "Damn Internet". I rolled my eyes with a playful smile. "And I have a job, at the diner."

"Well fuck that job, you could look for something better."

"I'm here since what? One month, I just want to stay calm: complete my school, take some exams and then I'll look for something serious." I explained my plan. "And it's a not a problem staying here, I can help cooking and cleaning, it's the least I can do since you're hosting me." He shook his head.

"I'm your uncle after all." He kissed my temple. "I had to help, things at home aren't that good, are they?" I shook my head. "You can stay as you want, I love your company and you don't need to be my waitress." He stood up. "That's why I'm taking you with me at work."

I widened my eyes. "At the recording studio?" I asked and he nodded. "But uncle John, I really should study." I stuttered trying to find a way to stay home.

Don't take me wrong, I loved my uncle's job, he was good at recording new songs with talented artists. Once he worked with Beyoncé as he told me, I was very proud of him, but I wasn't that good or interested in music. "You are coming or I swear, I will tell your mother... I don't know, I'll make up something to upset her." He joked and I raised my hands giving up.

"You will be the death of me." I said opening my wardrobe to take some good clothes to wear, my pjs wasn't exactly the best option.

"I will take that as a compliment, I'll see you in five." He closed my door and I sighed grabbing a pair of leggins with a sweater since it wasn't that hot outside.

I knew that he wanted to help me somehow, I owed him anyway. If it wasn't for his kindness I would have never moved in the U.S.A. from my house in Canada. I took my phone and my wallet and looked at myself through the mirror. I was presentable, I put on some make up just to cover up my tiredness and then smiled.

I was doing it for me, but for Uncle John.

**

"When did you say you'll turn 18?" My uncle asked as we walked through the hallways.