YA GIRL GOT A 3 DAY WEEKEND HEHEHEHE.

Anyways I got a bus load of HW so I'm up for an early update, Hbu ? Bc I can easily unpublish >:)

Enjoy~
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"Morning guys !" Camila chirped as she nearly skipped her way into the kitchen. There in the attached dining room sat Ally fiddling awkwardly with the utensils while Normani was placing the plates of food on the table, "Well jeez, what died ?"

"My happiness" Both girls muttered at the same time making Camila cringe at the distress in both their voices.

"Oh... Anyways," The girl sat down, grabbing a slice of toast, "I beat Lauren in Mario Kart Wii yesterday ! So now she has to chauffeur me around for the whole day ! Hehehe, loser"

Neither Ally nor Normani responded, both girls still deep in their sentimental moods. The tension was also getting to Camila as she noticed her ship was slowly sinking.

"Why don't you guys come with me to Clearwater ? Ally, since you haven't had the real taste of Florida, why not have it with two Florida natives ?"

Normani cleared her throat, "If you haven't noticed Mila, Miami to Clearwater is four hours"

"If you haven't noticed Mani, Lauren is driving so we're fine" There was a hitch of annoyance in Camila's voice. Both girls moods were dragging hers down.

"That sounds like fun" Ally mumbled softly, liking the idea of a place called Clearwater. It sounded pretty, "I wanna go with you and Lo"

"Well come on pup ! Let's get ready and go, Lauren is coming in half an hour !" Camila grabbed Ally's wrist and ran towards the rooms, the Mexican girl giggling at her owner's excitement.

As the girls both ran off to get ready, Normani sighed and continued to poke at her eggs. She just didn't feel motivated today.

~~~

"I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU ! BUT I LOVE IT !" Camila and Ally screamed out the lyrics to the popular The Weeknd song blasting through the small Nissan's speakers. The two girls were having a ball singing every song on while the green eyed Cuban sulked in her seat, still mad she lost to Camila.

"Can you two not ?!" Lauren barked, sick and tired of the two singing every damn song that came on, "You two don't even do drugs !"

The Mexican girl in the backseat gasped, "Is that why he can't feel his face ?"

"God dammit Lauren, now she won't sing the song with me !"

The older Cuban smirked, "Good. It's better that way"

"Are you implying that I should go solo ?" Camila rose her eyebrow up.

"No, I'm implying that if Ally shuts up, you'd shut up. So I can finally drive with a peaceful mindset"

Audibly, a yawn left the Mexican girl's lips, "Lauren your smart talk puts me to sleep"

Camila busted out laughing, high-fiving the girl at the comeback. Once again, the Cuban driver groaned and continued down the bright Florida highway.

The highways seem to trail on forever in Florida, but you never mind because it's also so damn pretty. Even though it was the middle of September, today was one of those random hot days, shooting up to 92°F for God knows what reason. But that didn't stop the ecstatic little Hispanic girls; they were going to enjoy their Saturday.

"Aww is wittle Lolo mad ?" Camila cooed as she poked the salty girl's cheek. It was actually pretty funny how Camila had won yesterday. She was in second place and magically had gotten the thunder power up. She used it and ran right over Lauren straight across the finish line, leaving the older girl in 7th place.

Lauren swatted away the evil hand, "Yes I'm mad ! You cheated !"

"Boo hoo hoo"

"I hate you"

Camila giggled at the girl's attitude, "Okay, you know what ? I'm sorry Lauren. Is that what you wanted to hear ?"

"Yes" The girl mumbled childishly.

Camila laughed once again at her strange friend and placed a kiss on her cheek; the other girl immediately scowling in disgust.

"Look, why don't you just give me the aux cord ? I'll play songs we all like instead of the radio" Lauren nodded at Camila's request and mindlessly handed her the cord. The youngest girl plugged up her phone and instantly a song blasted through the speakers once again.

No no no no no no

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

The loser hides behind

A mask of my disguise

"TØP !!" All three girls squealed at the same time as Message Man was the first song to start off their Saturday trip.

~~~

"Where did Ally say she put those drawings ?" Normani mumbled to herself as she frantically scrambled throughout the apartment. It was all she could think about.

Those drawings.

She heard Ally cry about it last night and was itching to figure out why they had such a significance to the older girl. What were the drawings of ? Would they make her eyes open up about the girl ? God the suspense was killing her.

The searching girl bust right through the bedroom door, knowing this was her last place to search. Normani ran throughout the whole room, searching every knick and crany for those drawings.

After 10 minutes of frantic rummaging, nothing was found.

"Stupid fucking hidden draw- OW OW OW !!" In the midst of Normani's frustrated ranting, she'd stubbed her toe on the corner of her bed. The immense pain leading the girl to throw in the flag on her search.

Once the Texan had numbed the pain away, she slumped her way towards the edge of her bed and dived in face first.

"Wait..." Normani immediately lifted herself, hearing a strange rumbling noise under her. The girl bounced once again on the mattress to hear the noise again. Soon enough, her bouncing turned into a full on hopping spree on the bed until she was sure as to where the noise was coming from.

Normani threw the mattress up off its frame to see papers scattered all along the surface. There were those drawings. Eager, the Texan grabbed all the drawings and began to examining them all.

"Jesus Christ" The snooping girl gasped out at the drawings before her. They ranged from sketches of houses to a very well drawn portrait off all her friends. She flipped from picture to picture, ranging from Ally and some red headed girl to Normani and puppy Ally singing in the car together. The drawings were beyond amazing, the details precise and neat, yet looked effortless. Drawings like this shouldn't be on some ugly sheet of notebook paper.

"Whoa" Normani nearly flinched at the last drawing in the pile. There in her hands was a drawing of Normani herself. Ally didn't forget a single detail on her complex face. The Mexican girl had drawn everything from the creases under eye to the curves of her sweet lips.

Why had Ally kept these a secret ?

~~~

"You know, for this place to be called Clearwater, the water was pretty dirty" Ally muttered as the girls walked alongside the shops in the beach area.

Ally, Camila, and Lauren had all just spent nearly three hours at the beach horsing around and attempting to make a sand castle like the cliparts. Two-thirds of the time spent making the sandcastle was completely useless because Lauren's patients ran dangerously low, Ally was confused on how to make it, and Camila just plainly gave up. But nonetheless, it was a fun time spent together.

"Mila, what's henna ?" Ally asked innocently as she stared up at the signs in the nearby tourist shop. The girl's abilities basic abilities such as reading and writing had come back to her not too long ago, but her general knowledge was taking a bit longer.

The green eyed girl raised her shades up and rested them on top of her head, "It's a type of tattoo. It doesn't hurt and it's not permanent but it's still a tattoo"

"Ooh look at that ! It's so pretty," Ally grabbed a hold of Camila's wrist, taking her up to the window that displayed thousands of henna designs, "Can we go and get some Mila ? Please ??"

"I don't see why not. I really want one" Now this time, Camila grabbed Lauren and Ally's wrists, dragging them into the shop.

Once the girls stepped into the shop, they were immediately greeted by a man seated in the far corner.

The blonde man saluted the girls, "Welcome to Zeke's, how can I help you guys ?"

"We would like some henna tattoos please" The Mexican girl smiled half politely and half excitedly, she was going to get a tattoo !

"Hennas huh ? My friend Tyler over there can help you guys" All three girls headed over in the direction the man pointed in to see another brunette man. This man was way different from the last, he was completely tattooed all over. Dark black tattoos ranging from his neck down to cover his right hand and some scattered along the rest of his body.

"Hi, I'm Tyler. Would you ladies like some henna done ?" The guy's voice was smooth and deep; he seemed like a chill kind of guy.

The girls nodded and sat themselves down, Ally obviously going first.

"And what would you like ? Maybe a flower or maybe a turtle-"

"I would like that one please" Ally pointed to the big one along the wall beside him.

Not only did Tyler's eyes fly open, but so did Camila and Lauren. Ally wanted that ?

"You want a fucking dragon ?!" Lauren yelled out, speaking the words everyone had wanted to ask.

Surprisingly, Ally was unfazed by their reactions. She thought it was cool and really wanted to see it along her skin. It looked pretty "badass" as Lauren had put it at one point.

Tyler laughed before cracking his knuckles, "If that's what you want, then so be it"

Then and there began the work of Ally's little tattoo friend, alongside Camila and Lauren's.

~~~

"Hi ! Do you need help today ?" The curly haired blonde asked as she noticed the brown skin customer struggle through the aisles.

Normani wasted no time running down to Michael's, an immense idea running through her head. She had been searching for the past 10 minutes but had no luck. She sighed in relief at the woman offering to help her.

"Yes, umm, do you guys sell A Little Present, items here ? It's urgent"

The employee smiled at the girl, her dimples on full display, "Yes we do, I actually use their products myself. Follow me"

Both girls paced their way throughout the roomy craft store to come face to face with the aisle Normani was looking for. The girl sighed and sent the employee a thankful smile.

"Thank you so much," Normani looked down at her name tag and back up into her brown eyes, "Victoria"

"Oh please, just call me Tori," Tori stuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear before turning, "Just come and find me if you need any more help, okay ?"

"Actually !" Normani's slender hand latched immediately on the girl's arm, "I-I was wondering what you would recommend ? You know, since you use them and all"

Tori smiled once again and led the brown skin girl to the world of art.

~~~

"Welcome to Twistee's, how can I help you ?"

After many complaints and groans from Lauren, she ended up driving another solid hour to go to the novelty ice cream shop. The little shop was shaped like an ice cream cone and had cute benches to compliment its homey appeal.

"Hi, can I have one Oreo-White Chocolate-Caramel cup please ?" Camila asked politely.

"God so much chocolate. Eww," The green eyed Cuban muttered in disgust, then coming up beside Camila, "Yeah, can I have a Strawberry-Vanilla Wafer-Cheesecake cup please ?"

The lady continued to jot down the orders and looked up at Ally in the middle of the two, "And for you ?"

But Ally didn't respond to the woman, instead she continued to gawk at all the options before her. She had never seen so many options in her lifetime. There were thousands- no, millions of options before her. What was she going to choose ?

"I-I don't know what to choose. There's just so much"

Camila wrapped her arm around the short girl's shoulder, "Well Allyson, you can just get my cup of chocolatey goodness and have your taste buds at heaven."

"Umm, correction, stupid. She can't have chocolate remember ? So she should just go with mine," Lauren swatted away the girl's arm and replaced it with her own, "Get my cup Ally. It won't kill you, for one. And two, mine is just better"

Camila scuffed, "Ally she's lying. Her stupid Tumblr in a cup won't taste as good as my heaven in a cup."

"Camz, nobody wants your shit in a cup"

The younger Cuban gasped, "You take that back !"

"I regret nothing," Lauren flipped her hair sassily, turning right back to the cashier, "So please make that a do-"

"At least my shoes are a name brand," Camila rubbed her hands together before squatting down, "What are those ?!"

"They're Converse ! You want me to kick you in the fucking face to get a better look ??"

Camila knew that that phrase annoyed Lauren with a passion and decided to pluck a nerve. Nobody insulted her specialty cup.

As the girls continued to argue and shout, Ally sat patiently, eating her cup of ice cream as the other two's patiently sat on the counter.

"And further more, at least I can pronounce Aunt Jemima- Ally, what the hell ? When'd you get a cup ?" Lauren stopped halfway through the argument, confused as to how the Mexican got a cup.

The oldest girl shrugged before taking in another spoonful, "When you guys were arguing I ordered it. I just got it. It's really good"

"Well what did you get ? Chocolate Heaven or The Sweet 70s ?"

Both girls stood in anticipation while the sitting Hispanic girl calmly ate, "I hope you guys know that your ice cream will melt if you don't go get it"

Camila and Lauren both hurriedly grabbed their ice cream cups and went over towards the girl; both sitting on each side of her, "Well ?!"

"I got strawberry-cheesecake-white chocolate-vanilla wafer"

"Wait, but that's not either of ours" Camila stated disappointedly. She was ready to shove it in Lauren's face if she'd won. Again.

Once again, Ally took a spoonful, moaning at the taste, "Nope, it's a combination of both of your cups," She smiled at her name choice for her specialty, "I call it the Camren Cup"

Both girls groaned at the mention of the stupid ship but nonetheless continued to eat their ice cream on the way to the car.

Today has been a good day.

~~~

The three Hispanic girls made it back to Miami safe and sound. Lauren herself was going to go visit her family the next day and didn't stop at the girl's apartment.

Camila threw up the peace sign to her friend, "Thanks Lolo ! Have fun with the rest of the Jaureguis !"

"Thank you again Lauren !" Ally called out, waving her hand goodbye frantically.

Since Camila had given the smaller Hispanic the key, she was excited to tell Normani all about her day at the ironic Clearwater. Maybe next time the moody girl would like to accompany her-

"Alright, Imma see you la-," There stood the Polynesian boy, face to face (not literally c'mon y'all know Ally's up to his ankles) with the confused Mexican girl, "Oh, hey Ally. Camila."

"Messy" Ally muttered, her mind running freely as to why in the blue hell he was in her household. They had already cleaned the carpet, why did they bring dirt back in the house ?

The curly haired boy rubbed his neck, quietly correcting her, "Well, if you guys don't excuse me. It's getting late and I need to go home"

"Yeah, please do"

Ally and Camila both side stepped allowing the tall statured boy to awkwardly make his way out of the complex. Almost accordingly, once the sound of the complex door closed, the bedroom door flew open. Out flew Normani, messy hair and very limited attire. The girl casually walked her way to the kitchen with a slight limp. Her frame accompanied by a white sports bra, white Nike spandex, and socks with smiley faces along them.

"Hey guys," The brown skin girl waved as she opened the fridge, bending to retrieve something, "How was the beach ?"

"You seem happier," Camila completely ignored her friend's greeting, finding her perking happiness suspicious, "Last time we saw you, you looked like and acted like shit"

Normani brought the bottle of water up to her lips, taking a huge gulp, "Well, that was hours ago. You know there are ways to cheer yourself up you know ?"

"I'm guessing it involved Masi ?" Ally asked in a sudden snarky attitude, taking both girls by surprise.

The dancer shrugged before closing her bottle, "I guess he helped with it, yeah. He actually did a lot."

"And you probably did a lot too, huh ?" Camila lent herself over on one hip.

"Yeah ! I actually have gotten a lot better since the last time I tried. I was so happy once I finally got it the way I wanted. Thanks to Masi" Normani smiled widely, telling the girls about her experience.

"Yeah, eww. You go ahead and do that with Masi. I'm going to my room and probably not gonna get up from my bed. Night guys"

Camila ruffled the older Hispanic's hair and patted Normani's shoulder. Before she entered the room, she turned around remembering a little mental note for her best friend, "Oh and Mani ? If you don't want to make it so obvious, try not to limp and fix your hair. You look like the end of a porno video"

It took the brown skin girl a couple seconds to realize her friend's advice before gasping loudly, "KARLA CAMILA CABELLO ESTRABAO !! You'd better take that back you little shit !" And off went the flustered girl, ready to fight her friend for her unnecessary comment.

Little did they both know that Ally understood all that they were saying. It was actually the first thought on her mind when she say the girl limping. The messy hair, Masi's awkward and embarrassed actions, the near naked attire. It pinged her heart deeply to imagine her owner even standing in a 3-meter radius near the boy. But if that's what she chose, then she'd have to somehow live with it.

The oldest girl sighed before dragging herself to Normani's room. She had been thinking about a specific drawing idea all day and was itching to get it down on paper. Ally had taken a picture of a palm tree and the gorgeous sunset behind it on Camila's phone. She sneakily sent it to her email address while her and Lauren where talking. The girl made the email address to be able to post her art on social media. She'd seen Normani always gushing over comments on her Instagram and wanted the same, but with her art.

Her Instagram, "waves.frantically", wasn't that popular but she did get a decent amount of likes and nice comments. Whenever she was given the chance to one of the girl's phones, she'd post pictures of her artwork and other occasional photos she'd take.

She hopped up on the laptop and got her everything situated, except for the one specific detail.

"Where are my drawings ?!" Ally squealed as she ran around the whole room searching for her sketches. She had extra paper with her drawings and hid it so she wouldn't struggle to find more later on. Now she was here without them.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. My. God" The Mexican girl rocked herself side to side, an anxiety take beginning to take over her. Her drawings were the second most important thing to her in the whole wide world. She couldn't have just lost them !

"Ally, are you okay ?" The girl looked up from her anxiety ball to see Normani holding a sheet of paper. Specifically her sheet of paper.

The Hispanic girl nearly sprinted over to the younger girl, "That's my drawing ! You took my drawings !"

Normani confused as to why Ally was ready to attack her awkwardly backed up against the wall. Ally took no time in snatching her drawing back and having hot tears stream down her face.

"Y-You took my drawings ! Where are the rest ?!" The brunette girl stood impatiently in front of the dancer. Normani not being able to form the words she wanted correctly, earned herself an angry (and very childish) stomp, "You threw away my drawings !"

Ally tried letting her rage get the best of her as her fist balled up and aimed for Normani, but her anger only subsided into a heart shattering feeling as her thrown punches only got weaker and weaker. Ally couldn't see past the tears streaming down her face, so the punches ultimately just lost their aim.

Soon enough, Ally had ended up bawling her eyes out in the taller girl's chest. Those were the only way she could truly express herself. It was like her dairy in visual form. And it was gone. Truly gone.

The girl sobbed harder into Normani's chest, clutching the fabric of her sports bra for dear life, "Y-you threw away my drawings"

Instead of answering, Normani gently grabbed and slowly took her to the spare room. There, Ally's face lit up like a candle on Hanukkah. Rather than the boring brown room no one wanted to return to, the room had been rearranged to a very Tumblr, very artsy, very beautiful.

The Mexican girl stared at the room in awe, "Mani, what happened to the room ?"

"Well since I saw your love for art, I wanted to make the spare room your art room," Normani sheepishly scratched the back of her neck, "Surprise !"

Normani did all this for her ? Even after she disobeyed her ?

"And I saw how well your drawings looked and decided to put them in this," There the brown skin girl pulled up a red sketchbook. The front being sealed with a lock, "And I asked Masi which colored pencils would be good to use, since he's an artist himself, so him and I went shopping. I ended up buying a canvas and some paint"

"Is that why you don't have many clothes on ?" Ally giggled at the thought of her owner freaking out over a paint stain.

"Pretty much. And since Masi is such a damn idiot, when we were moving the canvas in here, he dropped it on my leg."

Ally couldn't believe all she'd just heard. Normani did all this for her and she was lashing out on her not too long ago. Her owner really did care.

"I-is this really mine ? All mine ?" The Mexican girl had tears now building up in her eyes again. Not because of sadness but now from pure joy.

Growing up, her family never had much money. Her and her brother had to do under the table tasks for money to help out. She was never able to get the art supplies she'd always wanted, not because her family didn't know about her ability but because she didn't want the money to be spent on such a small matter. Now years later, she's here with her own art room.

Breaking her from her flashbacks, Normani gently wiped the tears trailing down her cheeks. The sight before her made her heartbeat race.

There sat Normani, without make up and a caring look across her face as she stared down on her. The girl's hair was in a stylish yet messy way. Her body was craved to perfection in the girl's eyes. But what drew her more was her lips. Those soft, pillowy, plump lips were just calling Ally's name.

"Thank you so much Normani" The brunette cried out before engulfing the girl in a massive hug. Wasting no time after pulling apart, the oldest girl placed her lips upon Normani's longingly.

And Normani didn't hesitate to reciprocate the action, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, sighing contently.

This is what love felt like.