camila

Riley: In this moment, I Riley Eastwood, have decided I am not a morning person. Wake me up, or save me a warm spot to sleep. Thank you 🥰

Cami: see as tempting as that is... i'm a very big human and i just dont see how i'm supposed to share this tiny warm bed. and if i wake you then i have to be cold myself.

Gabi: Oh the lives I could ruin with the information I have, my dear sweet Cami.

Gabi: Plot twist you suck

Cami: what kind of best bitch are you if you're not sharing this information?

Gabi: Bitch it's called paying attention. You know I'm a nosy hoe. She just didn't scream it from the rooftops, but whatever lol

Gabi: Bitch, of course I did. How the fuck did your lame ass not know?

Cami: please tell me you didn't know that litely was a fucking stripper??? I just got off the phone with jason screaming at me over this shit.

Litely: oh? go on

Litely: by proclaiming your straightness and retracting your love for my tits with an 'alright'?

Cami: your neck. your back. your pussy and your.... Ass? Not crack girl.

Cami: I'm sorry I'm just fucking around.

(Insert nude here)

Litely: as you should, they deserve to be worshiped

Litely: wow, judging by this take back I'm assuming you never want nudes again

Cami: not the only thing

Litely: ?

Litely: not really what a girl wants to hear but okay

Cami: oh come on I'm joking. You know I love your tits.

Litely: much better, my heart

Cami: shit.

Litely: actually, you know what. on second thought, not a fan of this whole 'polite' thing

Litely: try again

Litely: usually? no. today? yes

Cami: can I please see your boobs?

Litely: what, no please?

Time was an illusion. It had been a minute she sat down, distracting herself with the free bread and the glass of water. But it felt a lot longer than that. Middle of the afternoon meant the place was dead. That was something she was counting on. Her mouth kept opening to formulate words, but nothing came out. Cami wouldn’t have given a flying monkey’s ass – that much she knew, but she wasn’t fully comfortable with the admittance yet. “So,” Gabriela finally managed to bellow out, distracting herself with another sip of water. The glass was already close to empty. Eyeing the nearly empty restaurant, she took in a long, deep breath and set her hands on the table. “I think I’m gay.”

Cami could tell that something was up. The two of them rarely did serious. A broken heart, or in her case a very public outing led to lots of Ben and Jerry's. They didn't talk about it any more than a bottle of alcohol would allow. When there was a death in the family, it was somewhat the same thing. The two of them just sort of understood things. That's why they worked. With a breadstick practically dangling from her mouth, she nearly choked. There was a lot of things she could have expected. Maybe there was the possibility that she'd gotten it on with the boom guy, or one of the producers but not that. “You're who,” she sputtered out. “I mean what? You're what? The cameras aren't here, we can cut the bullshit.”

Dinner wasn’t something they did. It wasn’t like anyone knew that. Ice cream and drinks in pajamas once a blue moon, maybe. But not dinner. “Yeah, of course I’m paying, duh. I want you to like me,” Gabriela said with an exaggerated scoff. “Way to ruin it. I was in the mood for pasta.” A beat. “We’re going to one of those hole in the wall pizza restaurants. It’s quiet, secluded, and nobody will bug us. Win, win, win. Now is your lame bitch ass ready?”

Cami had already grabbed her coat at the mention of food. There was always one sure way to her heart and clearly, her best friend knew that. Even if they kept their ordeals more lowkey with comfort foods or for cast parties. “Quiet, secluded and nobody will bug us,” she echoed, wrapping her scarf around her neck. “That sounds like every single date I've ever gone on.” It was a joke but she was completely serious. “Lead the way...”