Chapter 9

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Ever since that day, Camila didn't saw Lauren again. The L.A's weather came back to its normal one but she can't feel the warmth in her heart. It feels so strange. Whenever she's with her friends or Sofi, she's so happy, the warmth is there. But when it comes to Lauren, she's feeling a different kind of happiness. It was like- she can't feel the pain in her jaw even though she's smiling all the time, the rapid beats of her warm-feeling heart whenever Lauren giggles and then the sudden smile that would show up on her face after seeing it, the feeling of the butterflies inside her tummy whenever Lauren would care for her or even the way her heart skips a beat once she saw Lauren after eons. Those simple things makes her happy a lot so she felt sad after going out everyday and not seeing Lauren anywhere. She doesn't even know what she feels. It's only a month and a half- they only saw each other five times and yet she already felt this way. Because perhaps sad is an understatement. Camila felt in loss. She's assuming that Lauren did not stay. And so everyday, she's carrying the tons of heavy things laying at the top of her heart. She was hoping that the weigh in her heart can be any less heavier. But no, it didn't. It was getting worse. Everyday, when she wakes up, Lauren was in her mind, but then she'll realize that Lauren had probably left and that will add to the heaviness her heart feels. So leaving to sing, she's pouring all her passion to the song she made. It was about Lauren, because ever since that day, she never stop thinking about her. She never stop talking about Lauren

"Chancho, you've got to be kidding me"  Dinah stated while looking at Camila. On her hand is the film that has Lauren's mirror shot on it.

"Bruh... you're kidding" Normani added

Camila frowned, it's more on asking and confusion. She finally decided to tell Dinah and Normani who Lauren is. The green eyed girl wouldn't take her advice after all. It's an advice from a homeless girl who's not even on her seventh grade when she became a vagrant

"Okay, first of all... this girl is gorgeous as fuck, secondly... I like how she rocks this style and lastly... bruh, this is the girl that I'm talking about" the polynesian declared with her wide eyes while pointing to the image. Normani however was stuck at her side unable to speak in shock

"Girl who?" Camila asked. There's so many times where Dinah tells her about girls, just like Beyoncé, Rihanna, the cheerleader on her school, the random person she saw at some bus stop and even Normani

"No, Mila! Tell me her name! This is the girl I'm telling you about" Dinah exclaimed. Camila raised an eyebrow as she asked her what is she talking about

"The girl who let me buy her song for seven bucks, walz. The girl who knows how to paint or something" Dinah watched Camila tried to remember who she's talking about and when she finally did, her eyes lit up as she look at Dinah and Normani with her wide eyes

"Jesus, it's her!" Camila says. The polynesian raised an eyebrow. There is no way that Camila would agree to her

"How would you know though?" Dinah asked out of curiosity. Her eyebrows knitting in confusion as she listened to Camila's response

"Her house has so many composing things. She got piano there. And the microphone. It even have stand! And she has the big thing where you can play the big black CD. China! I- I also saw the artworks on her wall and the sketchbook on her study table. And... she told me about someone who's about to buy her artworks" Camila said it like she's gonna die if she will breathe thrice into her statement

"And you didn't even told me that you went to her house?" Dinah raised her eyebrow even more, if that was even possible. Her arms were crossed as if she's a mom asking her daughter where did she go for her to come home late

The polynesian didn't let her respond and added "I thought we're bestfriends" she pouted

"It's not like I'm not thinking abou- about you. I just... I don't know, I still feel uncomfortable telling other people about her" Camila stuttered

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