#p:camila

[rageagainstthedying]

@you-breatheintome-again

Camila slid the coffee mug across the table top, a half grin on her face. “Been a while, pretty boy,” she said before giving the barista her name. “C-A-M-I-L-A,” she spelled, making sure that Damien was paying attention. It wouldn’t do for someone to hear her calling him by her other name. “Just thought you should know that I’m back in the game,” she continued. She said the words nonchalantly as if it was no big deal, as if the last cover hadn’t almost been her last. Damien was one of the few people who knew differently, though. Camila had liked him from the moment she’d met him in the academy. Damien had been one of the only men in their class who hadn’t taken one look at her and assumed that she’d simply been there because of her father and her brother, and he’d been there when she’d gotten pulled. Camila respected him which was more than she could say about most of the other guys she worked with. “I know you’re gonna ask, so the quick and dirty: been under for a couple of months. It’s nothing too serious, so you don’t have to worry.”

[laurenxxmichelle-blog-blog]

that's what you get for waking up in vegas | camila and lauren

Everyone knew Vegas was the place to be when it came to getting drunk and having an amazing time, but that just wasn't the case for Lauren. Being eighteen may have it's perks in other countries, but in the US, being eighteen didn't mean much in the alcohol department, so being in vegas wasn't as fun as it should have been. Whilst everyone was out getting drunk, Lauren was sat in her room, doing practically nothing.  

However, it didn't take long for the raven haired girl to distract herself by texting Camila, who was stuck in Vegas as an underaged teen as well. Soon enough, her bandmate mentioned that she had somehow managed to get ahold of some alcohol, and it didn't take long for Lauren to get herself out of the position she had been in for the past few hours in order to slip into a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans, and a cropped sweater. She didn't need to make herself look presentable for Camila because Camila had seen her at her worst, but for some reason she still felt the need to. Maybe there was a little more to them than she though. Shaking her head, Lauren pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and made her way to Camila's room which was just a few doors down. "Caaamz." Lauren said, her voice sounding sing songy as she started knocking on her door with a soft giggle. 

[kianachta]

Animal Style || Kian & Camila

Kian quickly put on the nearest shirt possible, checking only briefly for stains and blemishes. He raised his arms to smell his armpits to make sure that he wasn't smelling like trash prior to when he picks up his date if he could even call it that anyway. Fumbling to fasten his belt buckle he glanced at the clock: 1:17 am. He was already late. Hurrying to the door he grabbed his keys and made his way out. He knew that Camila didn't live that far from his neighborhood and decided to speed a little bit, cautiously looking for any cops that may have been lurking in the shadows.

When he got to her house, he pulled out his cologne and gave himself a bit of a spray, "Got to at least smell good if you're gonna look like shit, Kian," he said to himself. As he got out of the car, he closed the door. Jogging up to her door, he rang the bell making last minute arrangements in fixing his hair as he tried to look at his reflection through the glass of her door. 

[harry-dahulk]

Pink or Blue? || Camila & Harry.

El rizado abrió los ojos, pestañeando repetidas veces para acostumbrarse a la brillante luz del sol que entraba a través de la ventana. Era un nuevo día y parecía ser una bella mañana. Harry miró a su lado y no pudo evitar sonreír, su novia estaba dormida junto a él. Se veía tan pacifica, tan hermosa, en ese momento su rubio cabello resaltaba notoriamente gracias a los rayos del sol y el muchacho no podía sentirse más afortunado de poder despertar junto a ella. Recorrió a la muchacha con la mirada hasta llegar a su abultado vientre, apenas hace unos días sus hijos habían decidido que ya era momento de hacerse notar y de repente ese cambio en el cuerpo de la rubia estaba allí. Sus hijos... a pesar de que ya llevaban cuatro meses creciendo en el interior de su novia, aún se le hacía extraña esa palabra, era increíble que todo aquello estuviera sucediendo pues nunca pensó que pudiera ser parte de algo tan grande. Lo único que deseaba el muchacho era hacer un buen trabajo, ser un buen padre y poder compartir de la experiencia con la chica que amaba. Luego de contemplar a su novia durante unos buenos minutos acercó sus labios a los de ella, dejando suaves y cortos besos sobre estos —Buenos días, sirenita —Dijo antes de dejar un nuevo beso sobre los labios de la muchacha, intentando despertarla—. Hace un buen rato que amaneció —Prosiguió colocando una de sus manos sobre el vientre de la rubia, dejando allí suaves caricias—. Y ellos ya están listos para iniciar el día, es un día importante para ellos —Finalizó al tiempo en que una sonrisa aparecía sobre sus labios, pues, acababa de recordar que se suponía aquel día sabrían el sexo de sus bebés. El simple pensamiento de aquello logró que el corazón del rizado comenzara a latir con fuerza, hasta el momento no había tenido la oportunidad de verlos aparte de simples fotografías y estaba realmente ansioso gracias a eso.

[harry-dahulk]

Better than words || Camila & Harry.

Harry miró el reloj que adornaba su muñeca por la que sería la milésima vez, los minutos pasaban con rapidez y en menos de cinco minutos debía encontrarse con Camila en la piscina. Dio varias vueltas por la habitación buscando el mapa que a su parecer se escondía de él. Miró nuevamente su reloj y ahora faltaban dos minutos, suspiró y cerró sus ojos un par de segundos tratando de calmarse para poder buscar con claridad; cuando los abrió se percató de que el mapa descansaba sobre la mesa de noche. Se aproximó hasta allí y lo agarró, echándole un rápido vistazo. Sonrió y lo dobló, manteniéndolo en su mano antes de salir por la puerta y emprender su camino a la piscina.

El pasillo se hizo eterno y presentía que llegaría algo retrasado, cosa que odiaba ya que le gustaba ser puntual. Por fin pudo divisar la puerta que daba a la piscina y ésta parecía alejarse un poco más a cada paso que daba. Parecía ser una carrera, un juego en el que la salida no se dejaba alcanzar por más que él se esforzara por llegar a ella. Sonrió de manera triunfal cuando por fin colocó su mano sobre el frío cristal de la puerta y empujó para abrirla, llegando finalmente al sitio de encuentro. El mapa continuaba seguro en su mano, que apretaba el papel en un puño. Miró a su alrededor y se dio cuenta de que allí no había nadie aparte de su persona. Dicho descubrimiento lo hizo relajarse un poco, ya que después de todo no había llegado tarde. El muchacho caminó hasta la silla más cercana y se tumbó sobre ella a esperar a la rubia. Un repentino nerviosismo apareció en él, provocando que diera ligeros golpes sobre sus piernas, tratando de reproducir el ritmo de una canción que llegó a su mente. Sin darse cuenta estaba tarareando con su mirada clavada en la puerta, sólo esperando que una persona apareciera a través de ella.

[masefck]

↳“A FRESH START → MASE&CAMILA

Looking over the past few days, Mase couldn't deny that he'd been rather lucky in what had happened. He'd finally done it, after being broke up with by the girl he thought was perfect, he managed to get her back -- and this time her parents weren't in the picture to ruin it. With an uncontrollable smile glued to his face, Mason rushed down the stairs of his house and ran over to the full length mirror that was in the living room, checking over what he was wearing. It wasn't anything special, it was just a simple pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt and his signature leather jacket he never took off. Nodding approvingly, Mase rushed over to the coffee table and grabbed his keys, wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, pulling his phone out to send Camila a text that he was on his way.

Looking over the past few days, Mase couldn't deny that he'd been rather lucky in what had happened. He'd finally done it, after being broke up with by the girl he thought was perfect, he managed to get her back -- and this time her parents weren't in the picture to ruin it. With an uncontrollable smile glued to his face, Mason rushed down the stairs of his house and ran over to the full length mirror that was in the living room, checking over what he was wearing. It wasn't anything special, it was just a simple pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt and his signature leather jacket he never took off. Nodding approvingly, Mase rushed over to the coffee table and grabbed his keys, wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, pulling his phone out to send Camila a text that he was on his way.

[masefck]

↳“FOUR LETTER WORD → MASE&CAMILA

"I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start...I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars" Mason hummed along to his favorite song by Thirty Seconds To Mars as he padded his bare feet along the wooden floor of his home, walking aimlessly as he had nothing better to do on a Friday afternoon since his Xbox had shown the ring of death. That was all until Camila had text him, the girl he'd recently been dumped by because her parents weren't approving of him. He wasn't particularly mad at her, but he was hurt by the fact that she could let him go that easy...well, it seemed easy to him anyway. This was going to be one of the first times spent together since the break up, and a first of being alone, but Mason wasn't going to turn it down...he still had feelings for her after all. Sending a quick text in return to let her know he'd head round, it was official, he was going to have to go and see her on his own, put his feelings for her aside and get used to it being back to the way it was before they got together in the first place -- 'just friends'.

Letting out a small sigh, the boy began clambering back up the stairs that led to his room with his heavy feet. "Thud, thud, thud" could be heard as he stepped up them with his usual lack of grace, if Mason was going up or down the stairs, the whole household would know about it. Mason jogged slowly into his bedroom, checking himself in the mirror to see if there was anything that looked insanely wrong. He didn't want to change his current clothes (Baggy jeans, a fitted tee and some sneakers) because it could look like he was making too much of an effort, and Mase knew that might make her think that he wasn't capable of hanging out as friends. Nodding in approval, the boy continued to pick up a few games in case she didn't have any that suited his fancy and grabbed his jacket -- it wasn't cold in Los Angeles, but Mase would never leave without it. Once he was ready, the boy grabbed his keys, wallet and phone,stuffing them into his pockets carefully and descending the staircase. The boy was quickly out of the doorway without turning round, he was excited to get there.

Camilas house wasn't a long journey from where Mase lived, so he walked there pretty quickly, his eyes fixed down at his shoes and not looking up to take in the beautiful scenery that surrounded him -- he didn't really care anymore, having spent his entire life here, he'd seen it enough times that he could probably draw it blindfolded. On arrival at her house, Mason took a large gulp and approached the all-to-familiar door, applying pressure on the handle and walking straight inside as instructed. "Cam?" The boy shouted as he entered into the hallway, looking round at all the things he used to see on a regular basis, their family home hadn't seemed to have changed one single bit from when he was last there. Mason continued to let his eyes drift around the inside of the building as he waited for Camila to respond to him, or appear whilst his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip to hid his nerves.