The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 42

Dear Laura,

I want to thank you again, for the billionth time for helping Dinah out. You wouldn't believe how much has happened since you got Dinah that agent. I can barely believe it myself. I know she called to thank you already ... but she's so excited that she'll probably call to thank you again. Anyway, the latest piece of good news arrived a little while ago. Dinah got one of the parts!!!! She's going to be playing the lead's sister. I can't decide whether she's relieved that she doesn't have to play a lesbian opposite Lauren Jauregui ... or disappointed. I'm going to guess that it's a little bit of both.

I've never seen her so happy in my life, though. And it's all thanks to you. So, thank you, once again.

Anyway, I haven't really been painting a lot lately. I've been so wrapped up in Dinah's good fortune that I've forgotten all about art. Go figure. I'll get back to it starting tomorrow, though.

I guess I'll let you go now. I just wanted to thank you again. I owe you big time.

Your friend, Camila

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Dear Camila,

Tell Dinah congratulations for me! I bet she's really excited. Oh, and don't worry about owing me anything. Maybe some day I'll need a kidney or something – then I'll come to you. In the mean time, I think you're safe from debt ;o)

I've decided to start exercising again. Who am I kidding? I've decided to start exercising – period. I don't think I've ever run a mile in my life. In high school, I would fake cramps any time we had to run.

Unfortunately, the P.E. teacher started catching on after a while. She caught me in the locker room and said, "Laura! You're running tomorrow!" Luckily, I sprung my ankle on the way to school the next morning.

That's my longwinded way of explaining that I'm out of shape. Do you exercise? I think I'll invest in one of those total gym things. All those late-night infomercials are starting to get to me. I would like some abs of steel. Too bad you can't order those over the phone.

Well, I've officially lost my mind. Talk to you later :o)
Always, Laura

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Dear Laura,

Why don't you go to the gym instead? I bet there are some really cute girls there waiting to be ogled. If you exercise at home, you're going to miss all the live action. Although, if you're really that pathetically out of shape, then perhaps it's better if you train in the privacy of your own home at first. You don't need to go out in public and make a fool of yourself. ;)

And why the sudden interest in bulking up? Hot date? :) You didn't strike me as the butch type ... heh...

Greetings and salutations, Camila

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Dear Smartass,
I'll have you know that I am a prime example of cool collectiveness in the face of attractive women. Why, what makes you think they wouldn't be ogling me?

Women would fall at my feet. It is possible that I don't want to exercise in public because my doing so would be too distracting to the general public. Too much drool is bad for machinery ;o)
I am like a female Don Juan!

The offended, Don Laura.

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Dear Don Laura,
I'd say you're closer to Don Quixote ;)

The amused, Camila

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Dear Camila ,