Cameron's Pov:
It's been a few days later since I got that call. I barely got any sleep, maximum six hours. Since I have an in-home studio, I've secretly been making an album. I probably won't even be releasing anything soon but the process of making new songs relaxes me.
Right now I'm home alone, scrolling through Netflix, desperately trying to find something to watch to fill up the deafening silence around me.
Disturbing my search for a show, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask, not bothering to check the Caller ID.
"Hey, how are you?" Arianas voice fills up my ears and I'm already smiling from ear to ear.
"I'm good, how are you?" I ask her, finally settling down on 'On My Block'.
"Bored." She simply states and I could already visualise her pout which makes let out a slight chuckle. "Can I come over?" She begs. To be honest, I didn't want Ariana to see me like this. I look absolutely drained and my rooms a mess. But I did want to see her, so her coming over didn't sound so bad. "Uh, you sure..? We need to be careful, especially with the Corona Virus and stuff..."
"Firstly, you're basically on self quarantine, you never leave your house anymore and secondly, we gotta talk about something." She says which immediately makes my heart rate faster. Talk about what?
"Um, talk about what?"
"I'm two blocks away, I'm coming over." She says and hangs up, completely ignoring my question. I sigh, looks like I'm not getting out of this one.
I groan and sit up on my bed, I take a glance around my room before getting up to clean it. After cleaning my room, I quickly fix myself up. I hopped into the shower and put on light make up on to cover the slight darkness around my eyes.
Not long after, I hear keys rattling in my front door being swung open.
"Hello?" I hear Arianas voice from downstairs. "I'm here." I jog down the stairs with a smile on my face. She places her keys down on my kitchen counter and smiles. "Heyyy." She smoothly drags out the 'y' before engulfing me in a hug.
"Hey." I chuckle, slightly dying at how tight she's hugging me. "You're gonna kill me." I mumble into her neck and pat her arms.
"So, what did you wanna talk about?" I ask, not showing my desperation to know. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I furrow my eyebrows. "I'm fine, why?" She puts her arms up onto my shoulders and stares into my eyes, waiting for me to tell the truth. "What?" I ask, acting like I don't know what she's trying to do.
"Stop lying."
"I'm not lying." I say, she squeezes my shoulders tight and I groan out in pain. "Ouch, ow ow ow ow " I move my arms to rub my sore shoulders. "Stop lyinggg." She whines and walks away to sit on the couch.
"You've been on literal lockdown ever since that party."
"Just tryna be safe, you know the Corona Virus?" I think of something to say. A bitch gotta stay safe, wash your hands and don't touch no one. She looks at me with a 'bitch please' look.
"I'm glad you're staying safe but I've missed you." She pouts and I sigh, Ive missed her too. Probably more than she missed me.
"I've missed you too." I admit and she smiles. However her smile changes to her squinting her eyes.
"Are you wearing make-up?" She asks, still squinting and coming closer to take a better look at my face. "No..." I look away but she pulls my chin to face her. "You never wear make-up.." She says almost in a whisper, like she's trying to solve a mystery.
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أدب الهواةCameron Harper, a 26 year old singer from London who moved to Florida, had always had a small crush on her bestfriend Ariana Grande but never acted upon them. She had always known her dream was to perform at one of the worlds biggest music festivals...
