Camila breaking her arm was probably the best thing to happen to her that summer.

Walking home from McDonald's with her best friend Lauren, the two had a heated conversation about Minions and their relevance. When in the middle of Lauren talking about their skin, a large branch smacked her upside the head, leaving Camila to bend over in laughter. The mistake she made was walking while laughing; her black Converse sunk into the sidewalk cracks, causing her to fall forward on her right arm.

One hospital trip and three Lauren laugh sessions later, she had the stupid cast upon her arm, making things pretty shitty for her since she was right handed.

She typed her college assignments in twice as long as usual and she struggled to drive sometimes.

That was until one morning before her English class.

Tuesday morning, right after the Labor Day weekend had ended, she struggled to bring down her trash to the front of her townhouse. The trash men were coming in 5 minutes and she had to hurry before they left her trash out front.

The girl awkwardly tried opening the screen door and dragging the bag behind her. That's when the sound of the moving truck pulled up and she nearly lost her cool.

"Shit !" She grumbled trying to hurry but the men continued working at a fast pace, "Wait !"

She tried lifting the bag and running but her energy was completely drained that morning.

That was until she felt the bag being lifted from her arms and being taken.

Her head swung around to see the most beautiful figure coming to her aid.

A brunette girl easily grabbed the bag from her, smiling in the process. Camila froze at her beauty.

"Hey, you're kinda struggling there. Lemme help you."

The way her nude lips moved when she talked so smoothly made Camila's kneecaps want to combust right there.

What year was it ?

What was her name again ?

But more importantly:

Who the hell was that ?

The slim girl jogged over to the trash man, along with her trash and handed it to him. She turned around to still see the smaller girl there in awe.

Like a slap upside the head, Camila began speaking once again, "T-thanks for getting my trash for me"

The girl gave her another one of those cute smiles, "No problem," She glanced down and look at the burden on the wavy haired girl's arm, "Hey how long is that thing gonna stay on ?"

"For awhile, I snapped the bone in three somehow so it'll take a while"

"Oh well I guess you'll be seeing me every Tuesday and Thursday then"

A small blush spread across her cheeks at the thought of seeing the girl again, "And why is that ?"

"Because Tuesdays and Thursdays are Trash Day," She let out a heartily laugh that made her blush grow deeper, "You'll need someone to help"

"Oh, okay, umm..." Camila's voice awkwardly trailed off, not knowing the girl's name.

"My name's Normani"

"Normani. Okay. Normani." Camila loved the way the simple name rolled off her tongue, "I'm Camila. Just Camila."

"Okay 'Just Camila'. Well I've gotta get going" The brown skin girl soon trotted back to her townhouse a couple doors down.

"I'll see you on Thursday Normani !" The Cuban-Mexican stupidly called out, she internally smashed her head against her door for being so stupid. But it was all worth it when she got a nice wink back.

Man could she not wait for Thursday.

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So Thursday came along.

And another Tuesday.

Thursday once again.

Tuesday, oh hey, didn't see you there.

Thursday ! A big surprise.

Two Tuesdays later, Camila
grumbled angrily to herself as she walked down her house steps.

That Monday, the wing of her English class had a pipe leaked so they had Monday off. That day off, all of Camila's friends had come over and kinda had a get together. That resulted in multiple trash bags to be filled and her sleeping it out. They'd called her to tell her that the wing would be shut down Tuesday as well, so she could sleep in until late afternoon for her next class.

But because of this random person waking her up so early, that wouldn't be happening, especially since they won't stop ringing the doorbell.

"What do you want-" Her whole sentences evaporated at the sight in front of her. Normani was wearing a sleeveless black top, a purple plaid shirt around her waist, ripped jeans, and black combat boots to top off the whole bad ass look. So much for rude awakening.

"N-Normani what are you doing here ? It's like 7:30"

"I'm here to take out your trash, duh. C'mon now, this is our program, is it not ?" The brown skin girl made her way into the kitchen to see the huge piles of trash bags she had to carry, "Well shit"

"I can take it ! You'll be late for work and I can't do that to you, I mean I have time and my left arms isn't as messed up as it used to be a couple weeks ago and-"

Normani laughed at the rambling girl before grabbing one bag and heading for the door, "Just hold the door open for me Mila, it won't take long"

Blushing, she obliged without thinking twice and stood there waiting for the girl. Normani chuckled to herself as she passed the lighter haired girl.

"What's so funny ?"

The taller girl laughed and shook her head, "Nothing, just you in a onesie is kinda cute"

Camila nearly died right on her front step. She had completely forgotten that she was in her Kawaii Onesie, the hood on her head and all. Immediately, she pulled the hoodie down further to mask her creeping blush.

But the face blocking didn't take long before she started to take peeks at her neighbor. The way her body curved when she did her work. Her jaw clenching at the heavy duty bags. The way her ass looked in those jeans.

Camila shot her head down once again in embarrassment before shouting out to the girl, "How many more bags Mani ?!"

"Two more, I think I'll just take them both and get it over with." Looking up from her hoodie again, she made a huge mistake. Normani's arm muscles were practically chiseled to perfection, the way they flexed when she held both bags, it wasn't too muscular yet it made you just wanna stroke them tenderly.

"Oh my God" Many lustful ideas filled the younger girl's brain but they were instantly cut short.

"Oh my God is right. It's hot as hell out here today" Normani's body had a thin layer of sweat already forming.

"Well come on inside for something to drink. Here lemme repay you"

The two girl strolled back into the house, Camila grabbing two water bottles. She tossed one to Normani who caught it with a grateful smile on her face.

She twisted the cap off and let the cold water flow down her dry throat. Taking those bags were no joke whatsoever.

Camila herself should have opened her's as well because seeing the girl drink was strangely attractive. Her beautiful lips on the surface of the bottle made them look so full and kissable. The way her throat bobbed a bit as she drank made her bite her lip.

The older girl let out a refreshing sigh after finishing the water, "Okay well I've gotta go. I'm gonna be late. I'll put this bottle outside"

"Actually you can just put it there," Camila pointed to the recycling bin by her trash, "It's recyclable"

The older girl furrowed her eyebrows, "How long has that been there ?"

"Since forever," Camila shrugged her shoulders, "It got emptied out Mondays and Wednesdays so maybe that's why you never notice it. It's just there"

"Well I guess we'll be seeing each other four times a week then" The brown skin girl smirked, crossing her arms slyly.

"And may I ask why ?" The wavy haired girl repeated the same gesture.

"Well I can't have you taking out the recyclables, you're crippled" Normani tossed the water bottle in the bin and turned to face the girl, "Plus it'll give me more of a reason to see you pudding"

Before the younger girl could respond, Normani kissed her forehead tenderly cutely tipped her nose with her finger before running off.

"Bye Mila !" Was all Camila heard before her door shut. A huge Cheshire grin spread across her face.

Now to find something for Friday.

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Part 2 ?