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The girls sat in the kitchen for the next fifteen minutes until Troy and Siope arrived talking, the five of them passing the time by gently mocking one another and discussing their plans for the upcoming summer vacation. When the doorbell rang, they all went to answer it, finding Dinah and Ally’s boyfriends standing on the front step, both of them dressed in black tuxedos which they’d rented for the occasion. The group spent the next ten minutes taking pictures on the lawn outside Normani’s house, the limousine driver taking the role of photographer for them in the absence of any parents, Camila’s earlier reservations about being captured on film disappearing with the knowledge that these would never make it anywhere near the school yearbook. They made sure that they posed for the obligatory formal shots, each of them with a broad grin on their face, the couples stood together; Siope and Troy with their arms around their girlfriend’s waists, Lauren with hers wrapped around Camila. Normani stood happily on her own between them, one arm behind Troy’s back and the other Lauren’s. Once these had been taken, the small group posed for some more light-hearted photographs; they mixed up the couples, made funny faces at one another, pretended to fight and acted out a whole host of other more elaborate scenarios which were soon captured for their own entertainment on film.

Eventually, they left Normani’s house, all seven of them huddled in the black stretch limousine as it made its way towards Parrot Jungle Island and the banquet hall where prom was being held.

“That is my favourite picture,” Camila said, glancing over Normani’s shoulder as she slowly flicked through the photographs they’d just taken on her digital camera.

“Which one?” Lauren asked, leaning across her girlfriend to get a better look at the small screen and the image that was displayed there.

“This one,” Normani responded laughing as she held out the camera so that Lauren could see it better.

“Your favourite picture is the one where you look like you’re kissing Normani?” Lauren asked Camila, rolling her eyes as she lifted her gaze to her girlfriend.

“Yeah,” Camila replied. “Why do you have a problem with that?”

“A little,” Lauren chuckled.

“You don’t think we look cute together?” Camila asked as she leant her head closer to Normani on her opposite side and grinned widely for emphasis.

“Here, let me see that,” Dinah said, reaching across and taking the camera from Lauren’s hands to look at the photograph.

“Oh yeah, you are kind of adorable,” Ally commented, craning her neck a little from her position beside Dinah in order to get a glimpse of the image for herself.

“No we aren’t,” Normani said derisively.

“Yes we are,” Camila disagreed argumentatively. “I mean, look at this picture.” She said, taking the offered camera back from Dinah and holding it out in front of Normani. “You clearly love me.”

“No I don’t,” Normani laughed.

“Then why did you ask me to prom?” Camila questioned seriously.

“I didn’t.” she answered, looking worried at the smaller girl’s words.

“Yes you did,” Camila said, looking confused. “You even bought me this corsage.” She told her, lifting up her wrist and showing her it.

“Uh, I didn’t get you that.” Normani said, throwing a concerned look at the others. “Lauren did.”

“What? No she didn’t.” Camila responded, turning her attention to Lauren for a brief moment but not meeting her eyes. “You bought it for me. I remember…you gave it to me when I was in the hospital…”

“No, that was Lauren.” Normani told her firmly. “That wasn’t me.”

“Why would Lauren do that?” Camila asked seemingly baffled. “She’s dating Clare…”

“Umm…Camz,” Lauren said as Normani responded with a resounding, “No, she isn’t.”

“Mila, you’re dating Lauren,” Dinah said furrowing her brow as she leant forward slightly in her seat.

“No,” Camila disagreed. “I’m dating Normani….”

“What? No, you’re not,” Normani protested quickly.

“Babe, don’t say that,” Camila said, placing a hand on Normani’s knee looking wounded.

“Camila we’re not dating,” Normani told her firmly.

“Of course we are,” Camila countered. “We have been for months now…I don’t…I don’t understand why you’d say that we weren’t…”

“Camila, we’re not girlfriends.” Normani said simply. “I’m not gay.”

“Yes, you are.” Camila responded looking hurt.

“Camz,” Lauren said, placing a hand on Camila’s shoulder, a worried expression on her face. “Are you feeling alright?”

“No,” Camila answered sadly meeting Lauren’s gaze. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why would you say something like that?” she asked Normani, returning her attention to her again. “You told me you loved me…”

“That wasn’t me,” Normani said as kindly as she could. “We’re not dating…” she repeated. “You’re dating,” she continued, pointing between Camila and Lauren.

“What?” Camila questioned, glancing at Lauren whose hand remained on her shoulder. “No…she’s with Clare…you’re my girlfriend….you are…I…I love you…not her…”

“Camz,”

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Các cô gái ngồi trong nhà bếp cho mười lăm phút tiếp theo cho đến khi Troy và Siope đến nói chuyện, 5 của họ bằng cách đi qua thời gian nhẹ nhàng mocking nhau và thảo luận về kế hoạch của họ cho kỳ nghỉ hè sắp tới. Khi chuông cửa rang, tất cả họ đã đi đến câu trả lời nó, việc tìm kiếm Dinah và đồng minh của bạn trai đứng trên các bước trước, cả hai người trong số họ mặc áo đen tuxedos mà họ đã thuê cho dịp này. Nhóm dành tiếp theo 10 phút chụp ảnh trên bãi cỏ bên ngoài nhà của Normani, người lái xe limousine diễn vai trò của các nhiếp ảnh gia cho họ trong sự vắng mặt của bất kỳ bậc cha mẹ, Camila của trước đó đặt về bị bắt trên phim biến mất với những kiến thức mà chúng sẽ không bao giờ làm cho nó bất cứ nơi nào gần yearbook trường. Họ đã chắc chắn rằng họ đặt ra cho việc bắt buộc chính thức mũi chích ngừa, mỗi người trong số họ với một grin rộng trên khuôn mặt của họ, các cặp vợ chồng đứng chung với nhau; Siope và Troy với cánh tay của họ xung quanh vòng eo của bạn gái, Lauren với cô quấn quanh Camila. Normani đứng về hạnh phúc về mình giữa họ, một cánh tay phía sau lưng của Troy và Lauren khác. Sau khi chúng đã được thực hiện, các nhóm nhỏ đặt ra cho một số hình ảnh nhẹ nhàng hơn; họ trộn lẫn các cặp vợ chồng, làm khuôn mặt hài hước tại nhau, giả vờ để chiến đấu và hoạt động trên một máy chủ lưu trữ toàn bộ các tình huống phức tạp hơn mà sớm bị bắt giữ cho mình giải trí trên phim.Cuối cùng, họ rời căn nhà của Normani, tất cả bảy của họ huddled trong căng limousine màu đen như nó thực hiện theo cách của mình theo hướng con vẹt Jungle Island và hội trường tổ Dạ tiệc prom nơi đã được tổ chức.“That is my favourite picture,” Camila said, glancing over Normani’s shoulder as she slowly flicked through the photographs they’d just taken on her digital camera.“Which one?” Lauren asked, leaning across her girlfriend to get a better look at the small screen and the image that was displayed there.“This one,” Normani responded laughing as she held out the camera so that Lauren could see it better.“Your favourite picture is the one where you look like you’re kissing Normani?” Lauren asked Camila, rolling her eyes as she lifted her gaze to her girlfriend.“Yeah,” Camila replied. “Why do you have a problem with that?”“A little,” Lauren chuckled.“You don’t think we look cute together?” Camila asked as she leant her head closer to Normani on her opposite side and grinned widely for emphasis.“Here, let me see that,” Dinah said, reaching across and taking the camera from Lauren’s hands to look at the photograph.“Oh yeah, you are kind of adorable,” Ally commented, craning her neck a little from her position beside Dinah in order to get a glimpse of the image for herself.“No we aren’t,” Normani said derisively.“Yes we are,” Camila disagreed argumentatively. “I mean, look at this picture.” She said, taking the offered camera back from Dinah and holding it out in front of Normani. “You clearly love me.”“No I don’t,” Normani laughed.“Then why did you ask me to prom?” Camila questioned seriously.“I didn’t.” she answered, looking worried at the smaller girl’s words.“Yes you did,” Camila said, looking confused. “You even bought me this corsage.” She told her, lifting up her wrist and showing her it.“Uh, I didn’t get you that.” Normani said, throwing a concerned look at the others. “Lauren did.”“What? No she didn’t.” Camila responded, turning her attention to Lauren for a brief moment but not meeting her eyes. “You bought it for me. I remember…you gave it to me when I was in the hospital…”“No, that was Lauren.” Normani told her firmly. “That wasn’t me.”“Why would Lauren do that?” Camila asked seemingly baffled. “She’s dating Clare…”“Umm…Camz,” Lauren said as Normani responded with a resounding, “No, she isn’t.”“Mila, you’re dating Lauren,” Dinah said furrowing her brow as she leant forward slightly in her seat.“No,” Camila disagreed. “I’m dating Normani….”“What? No, you’re not,” Normani protested quickly.“Babe, don’t say that,” Camila said, placing a hand on Normani’s knee looking wounded.“Camila we’re not dating,” Normani told her firmly.“Of course we are,” Camila countered. “We have been for months now…I don’t…I don’t understand why you’d say that we weren’t…”“Camila, we’re not girlfriends.” Normani said simply. “I’m not gay.”“Yes, you are.” Camila responded looking hurt.“Camz,” Lauren said, placing a hand on Camila’s shoulder, a worried expression on her face. “Are you feeling alright?”“No,” Camila answered sadly meeting Lauren’s gaze. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why would you say something like that?” she asked Normani, returning her attention to her again. “You told me you loved me…”“That wasn’t me,” Normani said as kindly as she could. “We’re not dating…” she repeated. “You’re dating,” she continued, pointing between Camila and Lauren.“What?” Camila questioned, glancing at Lauren whose hand remained on her shoulder. “No…she’s with Clare…you’re my girlfriend….you are…I…I love you…not her…”“Camz,”