The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 72/182: Mila

That was a good question.

Sally looked as breathtaking as always even though Camila had never seen her in so casual clothing, with so little makeup and so, for Sally's standards, messy hair. The way she pushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and straightened her shirt could almost be described as self-conscious.

Being mad, standing her ground and keeping a clear head was suddenly harder than expected. Talking was the absolute last thing Camila wanted to do at that moment.

"I don't know," she simply. She walked through the door, gently pushing Sally aside in the process.

"You think you can just barge in here?" Sally asked weakly.

Camila snorted. "You did that last week."

"I had alcohol and a movie. That was more fun than a talk." Sally closed the door and turned away to face her. Begrudgingly, according to her expression.

"Perfect. You want to get drunk, make out and ghost me again?"

Sally winced, making Camila sigh and say, "I have no idea what I'm doing here. You've been avoiding me and I don't appreciate it. Jake texted me and said I should come over. I'm constantly surprised about just how much you two interfere and mess with each other's life."

To that, Sally's lips curled into the smallest of smiles. She rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Of course he did."

Camila crossed her arms and waited. "I'm sorry," Sally said quietly.

She was staring at the floor, seemingly not intending to say more. Camila didn't care for an apology, a small irrational part of her had hoped for something else and certainly a little bit more.

Something inside of her wanted to act like Sally. Invulnerable, pretending she wasn't hurt, pretending she didn't care at all. But Camila wasn't like her. She had feelings and Sally was going to hear all of them.

"Am I nothing to you?" she asked, not even bothering to hide the sadness from her voice. "You know you could have me so you're no longer interested?"

Sally had once accused her of not being able to stand up for herself. And only now, Camila realized how good it felt to let frustrations out. She should do it more often.

Sally was still silent with no visible intention to defend herself or disagree. "You know, I'm not mad about that, you can be honest," she offered. "What I'm mad about is our friendship. You can't choose who you are attracted to but I thought we were close."

"We are close." Sally looked up from the floor, finally meeting her eyes. "And I didn't lose interest. I would never just ignore you." Her voice was as timid as never before. "I was literally just about to text you."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You don't trust me?"

The hurt and disappointment in Sally's eyes made Camila wish for nothing else than being able to say something that wasn't a whispered, "Sorry", accompanied by a slight shake of her head.

She knew herself that, as Sally had never given her any reason to doubt before, her mistrust was mainly fueled by her own insecurities and experiences. But that knowledge alone didn't make it go away. She had trusted people that had surprised her before.

After a few seconds of staring at Camila, Sally groaned loudly, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and tapped the screen a couple of times before holding it for Camila to take. Hesitantly, not knowing what was happening, she reached for it.

"I'll be on the couch, burying my head in the pillows." With that, Sally walked off in the direction of the living room, leaving Camila alone in the hallway.