This is it (Camila/You) EDITING

1

Flashback

Your POV

I was drawing patterns in the condensation on the windows in the car while we were on our way to the airport. It was finally happening. I had graduated just a week before and was now about to hop on a plane that would take me and my best friend across the country. I had been waiting for this since the start of my junior year of high school, when my YouTube channel had begun gaining attention.

This was a blessing and a curse because as I began gaining views and subscribers the people in school reacted rather negatively to learning about my channel. I didn't really care about any negative things anyone at school had to say, and for some reason that seemed to piss them off even more.

I didn't really understand why they were pissed in the first place considering me making song covers in my free time didn't affect them in any way, but that didn't stop them. The more my channel grew over the rest of my junior and senior year, the more I was bashed at school. I had already decided that if I wanted to go through with making this a career I needed to get out of this small town. So, here I was a year and a half later on my way to the airport with my best friend, about to hop on a plane to California.

"We're here," my best friend said.

I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn't even realized the car had stopped. I turned to look at my mom who was sitting in the driver's seat with teary eyes. I gave her a quick hug before she pulled back.

"I'm proud of you," she simply stated, and I could tell she meant it with every fiber of her being.

I got out of the car and my best friend handed me my suitcase from the trunk with a huge smile on his face as I grabbed my carry on from the back. He was probably more excited than I was and I wasn't even a little surprised considering I knew of his passion for traveling and seeing new places. He hadn't been able to fulfill that passion of his considering we were cramped up in the small town we had grown up in, but now we were going to California. The thought of traveling across the country alone to start a life in a very different environment should be way more intimidating to two 18 year olds than it was to us.

After bidding my mother one last goodbye and promising to call every day, we were off to check in and board our flight. I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off my face no matter how hard I tried. All I could think about was how much more potential my channel would have in a place like California, which seemed to be filled with nothing but passion and love.

The flight itself was smooth and seemed to help me calm down a little bit. That didn't last long however, because as soon as I took my first step off the plane my pulse was through the roof again. I looked at my best friend and he seemed to be in the same dreamlike state I was in.

We retrieved our bags from the baggage claim and began making our way to the doors of the airport when I was stopped by a young girl who wanted to take a picture. I was shocked at how quickly I was recognized, but more than willing to take a picture with her. I never got stopped like this back home, although that wasn't very surprising since basically everyone knew each other in the small town.

After talking with the girl for a few minutes she explained she had to go but thanked me for the picture. Once me and my best friend had finally made it out of the airport, we called an uber that would take us to the apartment we would call home for who knows how long.

When Y/b/f and I stepped foot in the apartment it all became a little more real. We were here. We put down our bags in our separate bedrooms that we had decided on just minutes before through a game of rock, paper, scissors. I collapsed on my bed for a few minutes just soaking in everything that had happened these past few months.

Once I stepped out of my bedroom I caught sight of my best friend on the balcony, staring at the view. I stepped out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing next to him, also taking in the breathtaking view.

"This is it," he spoke up all of a sudden.

I looked over at him and he met my gaze.

"Yea. This is it."