~Seventeen~

Y/n

We didn't even stay at the party for a full hour, which was fine with me, but I wasn't exactly ready to go back to our cabin just yet. Neither of us wanted this night to be wasted and so when I heard some girls talking about this theater on the camp that had been unused for years, I knew exactly what to do.

"What if this place is like abandoned and has cobwebs everywhere," Camila cringes.

"Then we put our big girl titties on and get over it."

"But I don't- did you just say 'big girl titties'?"

"I think this is it. Not too old but old enough looking right? Kinda like people in their late 40's", I chuckle.

Camila just looks at me funny.

"Yeah... Sorry, I'm still hung up on big girl titties-"

As we approach a back entrance to the theatre and I use a bobby pin that was previously in my hair to pick the lock.

The door slides open and I look at Camila with a devious smirk.

"Okay, you are enjoying this a little too much aren't you," she laughs.

I roll my eyes playfully and step into the theatre, nodding at her silently asking her to follow.

I feel her hand slip into mine as the darkness surrounds us. I use the flashlight in my phone to find a light switch which takes a few minutes but eventually, I found exactly what I was looking for.

The lights cut on all around us and the theatre comes to life. The stage illuminates and I take Camila's hand and lead her to the stage, hoisting myself up and helping her up afterward. A grand piano sits center stage and I take a seat while Camila leans over the instrument.

"Do you play?"

"I do a little bit", I shrug.

Sing something for me, Camila slides onto the piano bench beside me and nudges my arm.

"I told you I don't sing", I blush.

"You said you wrote songs earlier, and I wanna hear one," she smiles.

I stay quiet, holding my head down in embarrassment.

"Oh please don't act like you're that shy. You cant have a friend like Dinah and be scared to sing for little old me," she slings her arm over my shoulder and I roll my eyes playfully.

"Fine. But you have to sing with me," I say as I hand her my phone so she can read the lyrics.

"Its a duet", she asks with amazement in her eyes.

"Mhmm", I hum as I begin playing the notes on the piano.

 "You're the one I choose", we sing in unison, our eyes deadlocked on one another, our faces only centimeters apart. My eyes can't help but drift down to her slightly parted in, and I feel a tugging sensation on my heart. We have known each other for merely 24 hours but somehow something that should be so wrong feels so right. Camila starts to slowly lean in but just when our lips are about to touch she gets an awkward case of hiccups. 

I pull back and chuckle softly, looking down at my lap.

"Sorry- sorry I get hiccups when I'm nervous," she blushes.

"I make you nervous," I quirk an eyebrow.

"It's not that you uhm- I mean- I only- Well yes and no- I'm just nervous about the performance tomorrow I guess," she says more like a question that a sure response.

I fold my arms over my chest and smirk at her.

"you know, I liked you much better when you were all shy and blushy," she giggles.

"Oh so you're saying you like me," I tease.

"Hahaha very funny", she says which makes us both laugh. for a moment we just sit in comfortable silence, enjoying one another's company before she speaks again.

"It's beautiful by the way."

I look over at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Your voice. And the song, as a matter of fact," she smiles and places her hand over my knee.

"Oh please, you don't have to do that-"

"-I'm giving you a compliment just accept it you stubborn ass," she jokes and pushes me playfully.

I can't fight the wide grin on my face and shake my head before mumbling a quiet 'thank you'.

off to the side of the stage, we hear an abrupt round of applause which nearly causes us to jump out of our skin. Into the light steps our wonderful and spontaneous camp leaders.

"Bravo kiddos! Almost brought a tear to my eye! 10/10 lesbianing here", rose applauds.

"uhm, lesbianing?"

"She just means she ships it," Rosie clarifies.

"Who, us? We just met-"

"Even better! LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!" 

"Whoa, I don't know-"

"Oh, I'm just messing with you guys," Rose laughs which causes Camila and me to awkwardly force laughter to overcompensate for the intense amount of awkwardness.

"By the way, Camila, I am a huge fan!"

"You're a fan? Of me?"

"Absolutely! I met your mother when she enrolled you and she insisted on showing me some of your work, including your Julliard audition- which by the way they are insane for not accepting you-"

"Holy shit, Camila, you got an audition to Julliard?"

"Yeah but uh, I didn't get in", Camila mumbles before getting up from the bench and hopping off stage and walking towards the exit.

"Wait!" I call after her before jogging to catch her.

As I glance behind me I see Rosie punch rose's arm as she scolds her before I jog faster to meet the brunette who is already outside.

"Camila slow down!"

She finally stops and turns to face me and only then do I see her tear stained cheeks. My eyes soften and I walk closer and pull her into a gentle embrace. She sobs into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm being such a wuss right now but like- I don't like talking about Julliard because its one of my greatest failures and me let everybody down and I wasn't good enough-"

"-Shhh, you don't have to explain yourself to me. But Rose is right, Julliard is stupid for not accepting you. If you weren't good enough for them, I don't care because you are good enough to me", I coo, holding her tightly. 

She looks at me with a soft smile.

"That was so cheesy," she says which makes me laugh.

"C'mon lets go find some more shit to get into. I think I know where Dinah keeps her car keys", I smirk.

"They just let us leave when we want", Camila asks curiously as I wipe the tears from her eyes with the pad of my thumb.

"Probably not", I shrug.

"cool", she shrugs and nods.

"But can you carry me on your back? Crying makes me sooo weak," she feigns a dizzy spell.

I roll my eyes playfully and let her hop onto my back.

"YAY", she giggles aloud which causes me to chuckle at her adorable and bubbly nature.

Shawmila has triggered me. It looks so badly like PR and I can't believe how accurately my friends and I predicted it 🤦‍♀️