You are the basketball team captain in your school, helping your friend Dinah to get her everlasting love, you met this green eyed girl named Lauren Jauregui. You have never been in any relationships but you appreciate the way how love works. A hopeless romantic, that's what you are... how will the emerald seas change your fate?

Summary : You are a professional dancer, you have been so for now 11 years starting when you were 8 years old. Dancing has always been your passion, you have won the Hip Hop World Championship 3 times with your crew and twice as I an individual, just like you have won the Break Dance World Championship Twice with your crew. However, when one day, as you aimed to do an impressive physical exploit with a figure you created, you fall, hard on your knee. You end up with a severely injured knee preventing you to participate to any more dance competition. You can still dance, but not on the same level. You think your life in the dancing universe is over until you got a phone call from Steven, some girl group manager, asking you if you'd agree to be his girls choreographer. You were gonna say no until you met her, the one who was going to fix you, Camila Cabello.

Who knew that stall doors could play a part in a love story? What happens when you harmlessly leave your phone number on a stall door at school? Everyone else does it so why not join in with the joke? Will it continue being your little joke or will it turn into something more?

"You're the only person that keeps me sane."

"Her eyes screamed danger, but her touch screamed love."

"So I guess there's a soft side to every badass, huh?" [slight trigger warning] 「 short story , really cringe-y ; it was written a long time ago and it's really rushed 」 under editing

"And every cell in her body is screaming ‘touch her, touch her,’ but Lauren was a work of art and Camila could not ruin her. She’d already done enough of that."

You are a high school senior that's pretty unenthusiastic that you have to go back for this last year. School isn't really your thing. You hate it. In fact, you're the farthest thing from a teachers pet. You're a teacher's worst nightmare. That's before you go to your first class of the day, English, and realize that for certain reasons, you may actually enjoy school this year. // Dinah Jane Hansen AU // Copyright © 2015 by arianagrandefandom

Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows. [[COVER BY WONTONSOUPFRAGS]]