The way you treated me (Camila/you) (Discontinued)

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"A motel with John Hunter?" The mom asks on the movie. "We has a lot of things to talk over and I knew I couldn't bring him here." The daughter says. "So you went to a motel?" The mom asks. "Don't make it sound like a house of ill repute, Mother. All we did was talk. Or do you wanna call another doctor to prove it?" The daughter argues back. "Ohh..." I sat and stuff more chips in my mouth. Then her mom slapped her. Knocking her down with the Christmas tree.

"Ohh!! She tryna fight. Throw the whole tree at her forehead." I said and throw some popcorn. "I thought you didn't like the movie?" Camila asked. I looked to her and saw her smirking at me. "Ok maybe a little. But this scene gets me every time." I say. "Yeah your always ready to fight the mom." Camila gets up and turns off the movie. "Why'd  you turn it off?" I asked. "Cause I want to talk." She says and sits next to me. "About?"

"Um... us?" Camila asked. "What about us?" I ask starting to get nervous. "I'm just gonna put it out there. I like you Y/n. Like a lot." She says making my eye widen. "Wait really?" I ask her. "Yes and I thought I made it very clear to you." She says and flips her hair to the side. "So Lauren and Mani was telling the truth." I mumbled. "Lauren told!?" Camila asked in shook.

"Yes but I didn't believe her. They were trying to get me to admit my feelings to you." I tell her. Camila started grinning and playing with the ends of her hair. "So you like me too?" She asks. "Y-Yeah... but I didn't think you liked me back." I tell her and her smile widens. "Well now what? We know each others feelings now." I asked. "Well I don't think we have to go through all the dating phase. We know everything about each other. Also we couldn't go on dates in public. We aren't accepted and probably never will be." Camila says.

Before I could even respond you could hear keys jingling and unlocking the door. Soon my aunt and grandma walked in. "Hey girl. Y'all hungry?" Grandma babs asks. "Yes ma'am. What are you making?" I asked as they went into the kitchen with bags on there hands. "We at first I..." Then she went on a whole rant about some lady at the store. "Be my girlfriend?" I whispered to Camila. She looked at me shook. "What?" She whispers back. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I ask again with a smile. Camila smiles and nods. "Of course I will."

~Rocky