Camila Cabello/You Imagines

Mrs. and Mrs. Y/L/N-Cabello II

"Dinaaaah!" I whined from my seat in the dressing room.

"What bitch?!" She came in sucking on her lollipop.

"Take me hooooome!" You gave her the puppy dog eyes.

"Girl, that only works on Camila." The Polynesian laughed.

"Please, D. Let's go home."

Dinah's faced dropped and clicked her tongue. "Fine, let's go then."

"Yey!" You jumped up happily and grabbed your backpack.

Running out the door you bumped into someone. As you looked up you knew exactly who it was from the smell of their perfume, Hailee. The last person you dated before Camila.

"Hey, Y/N." She smiled.

"Hey, Hails!" You smiled back.

"In a rush?" She laughed looking down to your feet.

You checked where she was looking only to find out that you had no shoes on.

"Oops!" You giggles, running back to your dressing room and putting on your shoes.

"Where you off to?" The singer asked.

"Home, I think Camila's there already." You answered.

"Oh, yeah. The wife." She smiled sadly.

You sent an awkward tight lipped smile her way.

"Bitch, where you at? Let's go." You heard your best friend shout.

"Here." You shouted back. You felt Dinah's presence behind you.

"Oh, hi Hailee." She greeted the brunette. "Y/N, we gotta go. Wife called saying she and Chanch are at your house cooking dinner."

"Okaaay. Hails, we need to go. Bye." You waved at the awkward girl staring at you.

"Yeah, sure. Okay, bye. See you around." She waved and walked away.

You and Dinah raced to your car to see who would drive. And since Dinah always makes sure she wins. She pushed you out of the way and dashed to the driver's seat.

"Why do you always have to do that?" You pouted dusting off the back of your jeans.

"Shut up and get in you monkey."
"Fine." You stomped your way to the passenger's side and got in.

The ride home was consisted of Beyonce sing-offs, weird dancing and obnoxious laughter.

Finally pulling up at your driveway you saw that almost all the lights were on.

"Gosh, your house looks like damn boat with all the lights on and shit." Dinah complained covering her eyes with her hand.

You laughed at her and got out of the car after reaching out for your bag.

Dinah went ahead and opened the door when the two of you walked up. Who cares, what's yours is theirs anyway. What are best friends for, right?

As she opened the door Dinah shouted, "Hoes, we hooooome!"

The two of you heard laughter in the kitchen and decided to take out your phone to record what ever was going on.

You were met with the beautiful smile of your wife cooking, wearing one of her favorite band tees, her long brown hair let down in free waves, her not-so-little Cuban ass in those tight Volleyball shorts, her legs could basically go on for days on end and then her cute banana socks.

You continued to stare and thought maybe you might have been drooling already and Dinah must be filming you, but when you looked at the Polynesian you could see the lust in her eyes as she roamed her Lauren's body.