The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter Two

Camila Cabello  took a sip from her cappuccino grande, her brown eyes focused on the computer screen before her. She was going to finish writing this essay tonight if it killed her.
Starbucks was in full swing. The caffeine-addicted masses continued to pour through the doors in need of a fix and Camila observed it all from her place on the couch. Her laptop stared up at her from its place on her lap, and Camila glanced at it despairingly. Why they were forcing her to take an English class was beyond her. All she cared about was art. Who cared about Shakespeare? He was dead already. But art ... art lived forever.

She didn't do well on the fact that most people considered Shakespeare to be art. That was beside the point and didn't aid in her procrastination in the slightest.

"How's it coming along?" Dinah Jane Hansen , Camila's best friend and roommate, asked. She was dressed in her Starbucks uniform, complete with the green apron and all. She carried a wet rag in one hand and a bottle of blue cleaning liquid in the other. She proceeded to wipe up the nearest table to Camila.

Camila  shook her head, not bothering to remind the blonde -head that she'd already cleaned that table. Twice.

"I'll read you what I have so far," Camila said. She cleared her throat in an exaggerated fashion. "In Shakespeare's play, A Midsummer Night's Dream ..."

Dinah was waiting for her to continue. "Yeah," she urged. "That's it."

"You've been sitting there for four hours," Dinah stated. "What on earth have you been doing all that time?"

"I was thinking of color schemes for my latest painting," Camila admitted. "I can't decide whether to give the sunset a sense of heat ... or a sense of cool detachment. Maybe I'll do both. Oh, plus there's this really cool photograph that I recently developed. I'm thinking of doing a kind of collage with it. Maybe even ..." She paused in her babbling to note the look on Dinah's face. "Yeah, okay. The essay." Resigned, she turned back to the computer screen.

Two hours later found Camila in the same exact place. The cappuccino had since been replaced by a caramel mocha and an over-priced piece of cake. She was certain that one or the other, or perhaps even both, would be the cause of that night's insomnia spell.
Dinah plopped down beside Camila with a long sigh. "I thought I'd never get out of here." "You're still here," Camila pointed out.
"Yes, you're right." She glanced at her best friend curiously. "So did you manage to write at least a full sentence?" Dinah teased.
"Two, in fact," Camila replied proudly. "Time for a break," she said. "Let's go."

Leaving Starbucks behind, they headed down the busy streets of Time Square where a large crowd of screaming people were gathered below the windows of MTV Studios. They screamed and shouted, holding up banners and signs.

"Time to feed the sponge-minions," Camila commented dryly, glancing across the street at the madness gathered. "I guess The Backstreet Boys must be back in town."
Dinah shook her head, distracted by the posters hanging on the outside of Virgin Records. "It's that chick from that show you hate," Dinah said. "You wanna catch a movie, or do you have to get back to the essay?"
"No I'll watch something with you," Camila answered, glad to have a reason to procrastinate. It was only Friday, after all. She still had until Monday to turn it in. The essay could wait. She glanced again across the street. "Lauren Jauregui?"

"That'd be the one," Dinah confirmed.

"She's such a snob," Camila muttered, turning to face her roommate. "Did you see her on Leno last week? She could at least pretend not to be stuck up."

"She's talented, famous and beautiful," Dinah replied with a shrug.

"Well she doesn't have to rub it in everyone's face," Camila replied. "She's an actress, she could at
least pretend to be a decent human being."
Dinah glanced at her best friend. "I hope when it's me up in the silver screen you're not quite as
judgmental."
Camila laughed. "I'll be your number one fan."
Dinah held up her bookbag in front of her. "I would like to thank the Academy for this prestigious award. The director, the cast and crew of So-and-So, and my best friend ... uh ...Hold on, I had her name written down somewhere."