I'm sorry, I love you.
Gasp, I am not. How dare you accuse me of that?
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You're a liar.
But it’s okay, I still love you, Camz.
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I knew it. Sucks, man.
I mean aw, shucks. Yeah, I guess I am.
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I just finished a High School Musical marathon. And I don’t regret anything about it.
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Bad boy! What did I tell you about killing people without my permission?
It probably did. It explains why nobody’s here.. or nobody’s alive.. because I killed them all
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That's a bummer. But hey, just more time we get to spend together, huh?
Yes, Camila. You missed the zombie apocalypse. I thought you decided you would be the first to die.
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It’s very quiet today…Zombie apocalypse or something happened and I didn’t get the memo?
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I wish I was the one saying that... I haven't had pizza since, like, two hours ago.
I ate too much pizza.
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Pizza on the Beach // Michael & Camila
Camila bit her lip to stop the smile from making an appearance on her lips; just in case Michael was around, he couldn't see that she was actually excited. Even though she was incredibly excited, she figured she would hide it, like she always did. Cause after all, this was Michael. And the games that they played wouldn't be so fun if Camila just went and ruined it like that. So she kept it inside, she bottled up all the excitement and threw it away. All the excitement... And there was a lot of it, because nothing made the brunette happier than Michael and Pizza, right?
She danced her way over to her luggage, already mentally face palming herself. Her intentions this vacation were to sleep, eat, go to the beach, and give Michael a blow job... Nothing was mentioned about going on a date with him... So the best she could do was a simple grey dress with a small cut out in the back. And the face palming only continued once she figured Michael would show up in his bathing suit trunks and a tank top... But hey, pizza deserves Camila's best. She kept her hair- that laid on her shoulders- the same, having it slightly wavier from all of the salt water that has been mixed in from the time she's spent at the beach. And before pulling out her phone to text Michael, she slipped on some black VANS.
'Come on, fuck ass.' She smiled at the text message she'd sent Michael.
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@Michael5SOS: @camilacabello97 duh i am a rockstar
@camilacabello97: @Michael5SOS ok cool not really
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