The art of being a beard (Camila/You)

Chapter 15

Narrator's POV

So today was the day of Camila's performance in San Fransisco and Y/N's interview in LA.  

The singer has been on her phone the entire morning. It's not like the Y/E/C-eyed girl was obliged to text her, but she just at least expected a single message from her. She's texted her another good luck a couple of hours ago, and it's still left unread.

How busy can she be to not even have 3 seconds the time to check her phone?

She doesn't wanna sound obsessive but this was kinda worrying her. What if they were getting too close for Y/N's liking and so now with her acting so clingy, it's making her crawl back in her shell? Did she do too much? Is she really being too clingy? After all, they went from never spending time outside of the contract to almost always hanging out. This was the first real break they had from each other.

What if this freedom from her is making the novelist realize how much she's better off without her?

Camila knew she was overstressing herself over this, but she couldn't help it. She just doesn't know when she's crossing the boundaries with her and is making the younger girl feel overwhelmed.

"Alright, the driver is here," Roger called out as he stood up from his seat.

The singer stood up too and followed her manager outside to their car. "So what's the next stop?"

"The mall."

Okay, that was unexpecting. "Huh?" Camila mumbled out confused. If she remembered correctly, she didn't have any shows planned in the mall, nor does she have any appearance there to make.

Roger pulled out his phone and just typed away. "I need to take care of something, so I'm just gonna drop you off and pick you in a couple of hours. Don't cause any trouble and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Soon, the car reached the nearby shopping center and Camila got kicked out of the vehicle.

So... that was weird.

"Well, hello there," a voice called out from behind her.

Camila spun around at that familiar voice and saw that it was indeed Y/N. A wide smile immediately made its way onto her face as she skipped over to her. "What are you doing here?" she asked as her arms wrapped its way around her neck. It went automatically. 

Wrapping her arms around her waist, she smiled back at her. "Aren't I even gonna get a 'hi' back?" she teased.

Instead of using words, Camila leaned up and drew the novelist in for a kiss. It lasted way longer than a little welcoming peck should be, but neither of them was really complaining.

Slowly, the brunette pulled away again but not before she gave her another one final peck. A very content smile was now evident on her face. "It feels so weird to kiss you without any cameras forcing around us," she mumbled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at her. "Well, do you like it?"

Camila hummed in response before leaning in again till their noses were touching. "I can definitely get used to this." And then her lips were on hers again.

Just being in each other's arms like this made both of them felt like the whole world has faded away and that they were the only ones here. And that also seemed to be the only thing that mattered. No matter how many times they've kissed the last couple of weeks, every time they felt the other's lips on their own, it'll still manage to make their heartbeat do a little skip every time. They'll never get tired of how much feelings can get set off simply by this. And, never would they have thought they'd be making out so often without any cameras pointing at them.