we're not broken just bent (Camila/You)

4

Y/N really wanted to give Camila a confirmation. Any sort of confirmation, so that the brunette won't be just blindly waiting. But Y/N just isn't sure yet, about anything honestly.

Camila finally spotted Y/N staring at her from afar and gave her a small wave.

The Y/E/C-eyed girl shook herself out of her trance and opened the apartment for Camila. "There you go," Y/N said as she put the key back in her pocket.

Seeing that made Camila feel a tad more relieved, that means that Y/N still wants to come into their apartment and that this probably won't be the last time they see each other. As long as Y/N still own the keys, there could still be a chance that she wants to move back in, or at least that's Camila's logic.

"Thanks, and again, sorry for--" Camila started to apologize again, but got cut off by Y/N.

"It's really fine." The Y/E/C-eyed girl shot her a smile. Her features softened at that and it made the whole situation feel less tense or serious.

Camila wanted to take the chance and invite Y/N over for a cup of coffee or something, but even just the idea of that has made her throat went dry.

Y/N didn't want to leave right away either because admittedly, being in Camila's company felt nice. That's why she just invited herself over. There was no complaining or any reaction whatsoever coming from Camila's side, mainly because she's still too surprised at the fact that the Y/E/C-eyed girl actually want to spend more time with her. It felt too good to be true.

One step in the apartment and Y/N was already... she doesn't even know how to feel. "Karla Camila, are you kidding me?" She blinked her eyes at the brunette as she gestured to the wild and messy apartment.

It wasn't necessarily as bad as the last time she saw it, but this surely wasn't much better.

Camila rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Yeah... I'll go clean it up." She then went to crouch down to pick up the stuff lying on the floor, but Y/N quickly took both of her hands and brought her back up.

"How about you just sit over here," Y/N said as she led Camila to the couch, closed and collected the sprawled out files on it before sitting the brunette down on the now empty spot. "And just watch some TV or read a book or something."

The cleaning was a bit more trouble this time, but that's only because a very pregnant Camila keeps on insisting to help. I mean, she's not exactly very pregnant. It's just four months, but Y/N just didn't want Camila to hurt herself or the baby in any way.

After about an hour, Y/N plopped down on the couch, next to Camila. The Y/E/C-coloured eyes landed on the glass of water on the table and she took a sip from it.

It was Camila's drink. And the brunette knew that she shouldn't be freaking out over it, but it just felt like middle school all over again. Just casually freaking out over the fact that someone you like (or love, in this case) drank from the same glass as you. So in a way, they've indirectly kissed you.

"I don't know how the fuck Dinah survived sharing a dorm with you in college," Y/N said jokingly, but also not really.

Camila just shrugged, still unable to contain her smile.

The brunette glanced over at Y/N and saw sweat dripping down her forehead and how exhausted she is. All because of cleaning a house she wasn't even living in herself. Suddenly, Camila felt tears well up in her eyes.

Ah, here comes the mood swings.

She quickly wiped away her tears before Y/N could ask her about it. "You want to take a shower?"