- THE EXCHANGE 1ST BOOK -
The author of the story is @merari-cabello on wattpad. All the credits go to her!
I asked the author if it's okay to translate it but she still haven't answered. I think it would be okay if there was an english version of i...
Unable to control myself, I accepted the invitation. I stayed in the room for a while, I put on my team's shirt, I took the cell phone, the wallet, put them in my pants pocket and went to the door.
Halfway I saw Camila sleep on the sofa, probably fell asleep while watching television, although it is not even ten o'clock.
I knelt by her side.
“Forgive me my love...” I whispered, looking at her, “but I really can't get away from my vice” I whispered, I felt my eyes wet. I shook my head and got up, bolting for the door.
Camila's POV
My fucking God, what noise is that !? Lazily I forced myself to open my eyes, the night went dark and the clock indicated that it had already been five o'clock.
How could I sleep so much !? My back hurt, the television had been turned off and the insistent noise was still tormenting me. It took me almost two minutes to know where it came from.
I could't believe it.
I never imagined praying to be a thief, the pain would be less. When they managed to open the door, Lauren stumbled in, her red eyes accusing her that this time she wasn't trying to cheat me.
She ended up doing that when she says she's going to change. I denied seeing the lamentable state in which it was, my heart did not yield to leave it there and that it was solved alone. I love her too much to do that.
I placed her arms around my neck and helped her get to our main stage of the nights when she arrived in that state. The kitchen. My great companion. I left her sitting, Lauren looked at everything with her eyes a little narrowed.
“Hey ... waitress. I want a lasagna, please.” she asked, forcing her voice a bit.
I rolled my eyes, I took a cup, I passed her the coffee, I placed it in front of her. She looked at it, analyzed it, smelled it and then started to complain.
“That's not lasagna.” she said and crossed her arms, while talking bored, cross-eyed.
She stared at the cup wrinkling her forehead and the features of a sullen little girl.
Lauren's POV
People think I'm a donkey, as if I didn't know that this is Coca-Cola and not lasagna.
“I will complain to the manager” I closed my hand in a fist and hit the table“the service here is horrible and the decor is old”
“Well, ma'am..” the waitress said, which apparently is the only pretty thing in the whole place “why don't you accept our main course?” she indicated the cup “goes on the account of the house”
It's, as they say, free up to an injection in the forehead. I drank the liquid, horrible in fact, but I ended up wanting to leave the waitress happy, then I took it all.
“You know, when it was my mom's birthday..” I said, encouraged “and I gave her a towel” I said excited with my act
“A towel? To dry and like that?” she answered, equally animated
“Exactly” I said and continued, proud of myself “it even had color...”
“Wow, I also wanted a towel, a red one..” she completed
Red, it made me remember my soccer team, it reminded me that he lost the game a while ago. I started crying
“What is it?” she got up, coming to me
“My team..” I kept crying, hurt “lost.”
Camila's POV
I watched her crying, lamenting the defeat of the team that was on her shirt. My heart tightened. Not because she was crying, but because of the fuckiny state she was in.
I felt sorry, she gave me the need to hold her by the shoulders, shake her and ask her if she doesn't understand that she is killing herself. And that kills me too.
“They will win another day.” I said dryed her tears
“You promise?” she asked, her swollen eyes bathed in tears.
“I promise.”I guaranteed, handing her a small smile.
“You're so pretty” she placed her hand on my face “I think I had already seen you in my dreams...” she said and closed her eyes
I sighed, the words were so enveloping and my idiot heart didn't stop feeling happy. And my feminine ego influenced.
“You are also very pretty” I replied, stroking her hair.
“I know” she said and wiped her eyes.
I shook my head, her self-esteem doesn't change even if she is beside herself.
“Hey” she said and touched my shoulder, I looked at her “can you give me a picture of you to ask you to Santa Claus?” I couldn't stop laughing with such cheap praise
“Of course, I'll give one to you.” I guarantee, still laughing
“Is your birthday today?” she asked
“No, why?” I said
“Because I” she stopped, and thought “I forgot” she bit her lower lip “to buy you a cake” she rubbed her nap
I felt sorry for her and I kissed her on the cheek.
“These things always work...” she said and showed me a smile “and how about a lasagna now?” she asked again
I denied again, hoping she wouldn't recount the towel as if it were the big thing, since it seems that now she is repeating everything she says.
- Me already getting bored with all the Shawmila PR and already waiting for it to come to an end... And if any of y'all believe that it ain't a PR.
I beg you to go and search in the web ->What a public relationship does and how it helps singers, actors etc. ->How management manipulates our brains by just showing us a picture from paid paparazzi'sat TMZ. ->How straight Camila sells and will be selling for fucking years hiding her gayness.(lol) ->And how much positive results a gay singer has by showing a straight image(and I'm talking about Camila, idfc about Shawn) - Thanks and have a nice day/night x
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