Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic

Chapter 60

Author's Note: It's the last chapter and honestly I've been dreading this day. I'm going to miss the many wasted hours that I've spent updating. I'm going to miss the annual notifications, comments, and votes that always put a smile on my face. This book gave me an oppurtunity to try and make a book that people enjoy, and hopefully that oppurtunity was valid. Thank you so much. I owe it to you guys, the readers, because without your constant reminders forcing me to update, this book wouldn't be existent. I remember when I was five chapters in, and I really didn't give a shit about my vocabulary and the storyline. Now, it takes me thirty minutes, just to formulate a sentence. You've inspired me, and I'm so grateful. Stay rad, and thank you. Thank you for patiently waiting for months, or a year even. Thank you, so much.

Updated On (For the last time): Friday, December 5

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Camila's Pov

I inspected my surroundings as the limo came to a halt. It was dark and no sign of light, except the car's headlights.

"This is your stop." The driver spoke, turning his head to an angle that I can't quite decipher.

"If you don't mind me asking, where are we?" Ally asked, looking out the dimmed windows and trying to speculate the unknown area.

"Miami Whitewater Forest." He answered.

My eyes widened, and the familiar spot arose in my mind.

"This was where my mother and father's first date was." I spoke, as I recalled my mother taking me here and telling me all about their relationship. Her eyes were glistening as she told me about the picnic where they sat on a blanket, snacking on their sandwiches. "My father proposed to her, here."

I snapped out of my thoughts to see everyone staring at me, slightly intrigued at my words.

"Shall we go and find the boys?" I asked, raising an eyebrow whilst grabbing the car handle. I was anxious to go and re-visit the location where I haven't been in years.

They nodded, and I opened the car door while inhaling the mixture of sap and maple trees.

"Thanks." I heard Lauren say to the driver and seconds after, closing the car door.

"No problem." He smiled.

"Do you perhaps know where the boys are?" Dinah asked hopefully, looking around and finding no sight of the five boys.

He nodded.

"Go to the place where memories were made." He instructed, and with that he drove away.

I sighed, and we looked around yet again.

"The place where memories were made?" Normani asked, scratching the tip of her neck. "Where might that be?"

"Wait, memories?" Lauren asked, crossing her arms. "You said your parents had their first date here, right?"

I nodded.

She raised an eyebrow at me, and I started to realize what she's trying to infer.

"They had their first date at the field near the pond." I spoke, recalling the event.

"Then lead the way." Lauren gestured, and I nodded.

Looking around, I remember the signs that were carved into the tree's trunks.

"This way." I spoke, lifting the helm of my dress and walking through the leaves.

As we neared the field, light was visible and we were greeted by the sight of five boys standing there with mics placed in front of them.