The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 37

"I just don't get why the old lady had to die," Dinah whined through her tears. "And why did those people have to be so mean?"

Camila held up the box of tissues. Dinah had a tendency to get over-emotional during sad movies. Actually, she got over-emotional over most movies.

Dinah grabbed a couple and blew her nose loudly. "Hey, isn't that the chick from The Notebook ?"

Camila turned her attention to the new segment of Disobedience and shrugged. "I don't know. You're the TV expert."

Dinah narrowed her eyes at the screen and nodded. "Yeah, I think that's her. Just different hair. Is she gay?"

"I'll ask her next time I see her," Camila replied dryly. She put down the box of tissues and settled back against the couch. So far they'd gotten through two of the movies and had enjoyed them both.

The first one about the cheerleader had been interesting. Odd, but interesting. And Camila had enjoyed the old 50's era exchanged during Carol. The plot had been good too.

Dinah scowled. "Ew, bitches. Shouldn't feminists be a little more .. I don't know, womanfriendly?"

"Well actually, there was this whole thing in the 70's between the Radical Feminists and the lesbians because the Radicals weren't meeting the needs of lesbians. So the lesbians broke off and started the Lesbian Feminist movement."

Dinah turned her head slowly and stared at Camila'.

"What? I took a class," Camila explained.

"There's a whole bunch of feminist branches. Socialist and Marxist and ..."

She realized Dinah didn't care so she decided to shut up and just watch the movie.

A few minutes later, Dinah piped up. "Ew, again!" she commented, making motions at the TV. "Now the lesbians are being mean toward the poor little butchie. That's not nice."

Camila just shook her head.

Dinah stood. "This calls for popcorn."

"Fine, but you're cleaning it up!" Camila called over her shoulder. Dinah was already in the kitchen searching through the cabinets. She shrugged and turned back to the screen. "Want me to pause this for you?" she asked, reaching for the remote. She searched for the pause button on the clicker as she spoke. "You're going to miss—"

Oh ... my. Camila blinked.

Dinah ran back into the living room. "What am I miss—" She stopped abruptly. "And we have sex." She jumped over the top of the couch and landed next to Camila .

Popping sounds echoed in the background. "I've always wondered what girls do exactly. That other lesbian movie didn't teach me jack."

Camila was blushing for some reason.
"Are you okay?" Dinah asked. "You look a bit flushed. I forget you're Miss Innocent. Want me to fast forward this so that your virginity isn't marred by these naughty displays of affection?"

The beeping microwave interrupted Camila's response, and she jumped to her feet. "I'll get it," she announced in a high pitched tone. Then she walked away quickly so that Dinah couldn't comment.

Losing my mind. I am. I am. She retrieved the popcorn from the microwave, nearly burning her fingers. "Yeouch." She waved her hand at her side trying to shake off the mild pain. Then returned to the living room.

"Thanks," Dinah said, accepting the bag. She nodded toward the screen. "I think I get it. Lots of fondling and caressing."

Camila felt herself blush even more, but sat down beside her friend. "What'd I miss?"