iT's YoU ➵ Camila/You

Chapter 7

My finger anxiously tap the play button of the video. I guess Shawn is the only one doing the interview because Camila is nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief when I heard Max, the interviewer that they are going to play a game called: Marry, Lips and Leave It. Max gave three names of female artists; Camila Cabello, Chloe Grace Moretz and Jade Thirlwall. As soon as Shawn heard Camila's name, he grinned like an idiot and answered it really fast, "I'd probably wife my beautiful girlfriend Camila." The Canadian boy said as his face turned red even the tip of his ears. The interviewer and even the people who's there, I can her them awwed. Of course he will choose his current 'girlfriend' as his wife. He chose Chloe to Lips and Jade to Leave because he said he doesn't know her.

As the video ended, I can see that a lot of people are gushing over his answer. They're tag #CongratsShamilaonTheEngagement is even trending world wide. I can see that Camila hasn't responded to Capital FM's tweet or say anything about the tag. I exited the app and decided to sent my girlfriend a text.

[Me - 9:33 am];
Bambi, I miss you.

I exhale loudly when I realized that she might ignore me again for no reason. I've been texting her for two straight days and she's just ignoring my messages, and that's what I think so. And also every time I'm dialing her number, it's always going straight to her voicemail.

I lay back down on the couch and rests my forearms on my head, I shut both of my eyes trying to doze off. I groaned when I heard the doorbell annoyingly rings.

I stand up from the couch to open the door to whoever that is standing outside my apartment and so they can also stop ringing the fucking doorbell.

"Jesus! I'm coming! And stop pressing my doorbell repeatedly!" I said in exasperated tone. I look through the peep hole and see the Tongan standing outside impatiently.

"Y/N! Open the fucking door!" Dinah shouted.

I swing the door open, "What do you want Dinah?" I growled.

The Polynesian let herself in, I closed the door behind us and went to the living room. "You're not supposed to talk to Queen Diyoncé like that."

I roll my eyes at the blonde. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"You need my help, remember?" Dinah said and we both walk inside the kitchen.

I furrowed my eyebrows then it clicked, I remembered that I texted her a month ago. "Oh yeah! I forgot." I hop on the counter to watch Dinah raid my fridge.

"You need to do some grocery shopping, your fridge is so lonely to look at." She said and grab the last piece of her and Lauren's mango. Every time her and the green eyed girl come over, they're always looking for that specific fruit. I don't like mangoes that much, they're the only reason why I buy those.

The Polynesian grabbed a knife and pull a stool off and sat on it. "So, do you have any idea what do want to do on your proposal?" She asked and she started peeling the mango skin off. I shook my head. "Not a tiny bit detail that you want to have on that day?"

"Nope, that's why I called you. Well, texted you. I need your help, remember?" I mimicked what she said to me awhile ago.

She rolled her eyes, "Stop mocking me." She scoff. "And yeah, you and Walz were frick fracking at that time when you asked for my help." She chuckled and offered me her mango, I politely declined.

"We're not." I protested. I heard her muttered 'yeah right' under her breath. I was about to tell Dinah that Camila and I haven't even have sex yet, then I heard my phone rings on the other side of the apartment. I jump off the counter, I excused myself to Dinah and jog inside the living room. I didn't even took a glance and read whoever is calling me, I just pressed the answer button.