Page 7 of HER SISTER

"Wow," I said, breathing out as I glanced around the underground room that held numerous soundproof glass studios.

There were various people occupying each one with a different sense of style and appearance.

However, the atmosphere felt completely whole. Like I could stay here all night and not get bored.

Now, this was a surprise. I don't even think we have a music studio back in my hometown.

Cam gently held my hand, guiding us both over to one of the empty studios, "I can't wait to show you what I've been working on."

I gave her a suspicious glance as we entered the modern studio covered with the reoccurring colors of grey, red, and white.

"What have you been working on?" I asked, sitting down on the grey couch as Cam smiled, walking toward the sound booth.

She flicked a switch up on the wall, making the red light turn on above the glass door that led into the booth, "It's not much... just a few lines."

I tilted my head, about to question her more, but she inevitably entered the booth before I could do so.

I watched as she hooked the guitar up to the wire, sitting down on the white cushioned stool and clearing her throat.

The air was caught in my throat as she strummed the guitar a few times. This entire thing—or date—felt incredibly romantic.

And I liked it.

Cam hummed, beginning her verse. "Dark hair, perfect eyes, and a smile made of sunshine... Oh Ana you defy everything I once liked... You're the only thing on my mind every time I see the stars in the sky..."

Cam glanced up, pausing her actions as I stared forward speechlessly.

No one's ever done something so meaningful for me before—even if it was just a few lines, it was still incredibly thoughtful.

"Sorry, It's only a few verses but—"

"Are you kidding? I love it," I cut her off, grinning like an idiot as I rushed over toward the booth door.

Cam smiled as I entered the booth. "You're a huge inspiration," she said, laughing as I gently grabbed the guitar and sat it down.

I unconsciously straddled her lap, peering into her light eyes with excitement.

"I honestly jotted this down on the way to brunch this morning," she shyly admitted.

I couldn't help but laugh, imagining Cam rushing to write the verses down.

"Really?" I said, breathing out another airy laugh.

Cam laughed again, "Yeah—safe to say, everyone passing by thought I was a little crazy."

I hummed, leaning into her as her warm hands settled around my waist, "Crazy for me," I said, my tone teasing and completely joking.

Cam chuckled, "I know you're joking, but I actually am," she said, leaning closer toward me.

I stayed silent, staring down at her soft lips before guiding my attention back up to her eyes.

Cam trailed one hand up my back, rubbing the back of my neck before gently wrapping her hand around it. "Is this okay?" she asked leaning in further.

I nodded almost immediately, and shortly after she obliged, allowing her soft lips to meet mine.

My grip tightened around her shoulders as I leaned further into the passionate kiss.

I couldn't help but hum contentedly when she pressed our bodies together fully.

Surprisingly, I didn't care that the studio was made of glass and that anyone passing by could peer in.

I was, for once, lost in the moment.

—

"You like her!" Mya said, taking a bite out of her avocado toast, "You fucking like her!"

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Maybe..." I trailed off, which earned a knowing head tilt from Mya. I sighed dramatically, "Okay I do."

Mya grinned, "Stop because I'm so excited for you guys," she said, chewing her toast, "Tell me where she took you after the Hollywood sign."

I inevitably grinned, matching Mya's expression, "She took me to a place with music studios where she sang a few verses she put together for me," I said, reflecting back on the beautiful night entirely.

Mya shook her head, her grin not bothering to falter, "She made you a fucking song?" she asked in disbelief. "Where do I find a guy like that?" she joked, laughing to herself.

"First off, it wasn't an entire song," I said, correcting her, "And secondly, all I have to say is women—I'm not sure you'll ever find a guy who will ever do that."

Mya laughed, "You're probably right—but still, I love that for you."

I gushed dramatically, "Right?" I said, knowing the night was amazing, "It was so cool, and all the different studios were glass and soundproof—Cam even taught me how to do a few strums after we made ou..." I quickly trailed off, but it was too late.

Mya's eyes were wide and my cheeks were burning red.

"No fucking way," she gasped dramatically, "You guys made out?"

I stayed silent, my cheeks growing hotter—luckily before I could say anything else, a knock sounded at our apartment door.

Mya sighed dramatically as she walked toward the door.

"This conversation is not over Ana," she said, pointing a strict finger at me.

I smiled shyly as she inevitably turned around and opened the door.

And of course... Milihad to be the one on the other side of that door.

I instantly took in her outfit, she was wearing a graphic tee with the short sleeves rolled up, loose sweatshorts, and white Nike socks paired with thick designer slides.

Her dark hair was down and parted in the middle while her face remained bare. Easily, I could pinpoint the numerous tattoos lining her arms and legs—uncontrollably infatuated by the ink.

"I'm sorry, M," Mya sighed, shaking her head.

I blinked a few times, zoning back in on their conversation. What did I just miss? Well, other than the fact that Mili has refused to look at me.

"You knew I was counting on you for this project Mya," Mili said, shaking her head, but still remaining completely calm. Mili sighed, "Look, it's fine—I'll figure out something else."

Mya frowned, "No, wait—Ana could fill in for me!"

I froze. Fill in for what exactly?

Jeez, I need to start listening better.

Mili didn't even bother to glance at me before saying, "No."

Ouch... but deep inside, I knew I deserved that after yesterday.

Mya furrowed her brows, "That's a first," she said, laughing slightly, which earned a blank look from Mili, "Oh, c'mon M! Ana's a pretty good inspiration you know."

"Say's who?" Mili said, her tone mocking as she crossed her toned arms over her chest, which easily made her biceps flex.

Stop looking at her in that way, I told myself.

Mya eyed me with a lovey-dovey look, and I could hear myself pleading no-no-no, please don't make this awkward—

"Says Cam..." Mya trailed off, which made my face fall.

And I couldn't miss the slight flex of Mili's jaw caused by the slight mention of Cam—maybe deep down she did care.

"You know she wrote a song about her? Even after a hundred dates, I couldn't get someone to do that," Mya admitted.

Mili chuckled lowly, "There's a simple answer to that. Men."

I pursed my lips to hold back my laugh, knowing I said the same thing.

"And it wasn't a song," I said, finally contributing to the conversation.

I almost felt myself grow dizzy when Mili's eyes finally glanced toward me, trailing over my appearance fully. It was almost as if she were trying to memorize every detail.

Mya rolled her eyes playfully, "It might as well have been," she argued my statement, glancing back over to Mili as she said, "So what do you say?"

Mili glanced back over to me for a brief second before looking back over to her younger sister.

Mili's brows furrowed, and it was clear she was conflicted, "Fine," she sighed.

What exactly is she agreeing to, and why am I in the middle of it? Also, shouldn't I be agreeing as well?

Mya clapped happily, "I promise I'll make it up to you!" she said, smiling apologetically at Mili.

"Yeah, you better," Mili said. Damn, am I really that terrible to be around?

Mya glanced back at me, "Ana, you don't mind being a model for Mili's photography project, right?"

Finally, someone asks me something.

I want to say no, but the two went back and forth right in front of me before coming to a sort of agreement. I would feel bad knowing the entire conversation was a waste—and that Mili would be short of a model.

Even if she was rude to me.

"I guess not," I said, my brows unintentionally furrowing.

Mili nodded once, "Great," she said, her tone sarcastic and unamused.

Mya gave Mili a stern glare, "You could be a little nicer," she pointed out.

I raised a brow, "Yeah, you know I had so much planned for today... and now I'm choosing to help you out," I added.

Mili chuckled once, "What? Like fucking Cam?" she said dryly.

Mya gasped, slapping Mili's arm. "Chill the fuck out."

Mili only laughed further as my cheeks grew the hottest they'd ever felt.

I rolled my eyes as I stood from the chair at the kitchen island, "I'm going to get changed," I said, trying to rub away the bitterness seeping into me.

"Don't be too long Ati," Mili called out, chuckling after, which earned further scolding from her younger sister.

I shook my head, "Don't call me that!" I called behind me.

"Well, then congratulations—Ati is officially your new name," Mili said, her amused deep voice traveling through the apartment.