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The Interrogation

So here’s the awaited Camden talking some sense into Daya with a little something… extra in the end. And don’t worry, a Camsco first date will be on its way!

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To say Daya was nervous would be a severe understatement. Suddenly she gets a text from Camden just saying, “let’s talk” ,Daya nearly throws herself out the window. She walked quickly down the sidewalk, the shop signs blurring. Daya was rightfully terrified of Camden. She remembers the day she saw Jasmine in the coffee shop and how fiercely the redhead glared at her.

“Slow down you giant!” Bosco called. They were a few feet behind Daya and desperately trying to keep up. Daya stopped and waited for Bosco to catch up. They eventually caught up to the blonde and tried to catch their breath. Daya chuckled quietly before tapping as Bosco stepped on her toes.

“Ow!”

“That’s what ya get you asshole.” Bosco huffed. They flipped Daya off before beginning to walk again. “So why do I need to be here for this?”

“In case my body goes missing.” Bosco rolled their eyes. They looked at how fidgety Daya was, hands in her jean pockets with her thumbs through the belt loops.

“Come on Daya,” Bosco said, pulling Daya into the coffee shop. “She can’t be that bad.” Bosco opened the door and went wide-eyed at seeing Camden in front of her. Daya held her breath as she felt Camdens eyes rake over her. Daya was too nervous to see how Camdens eyes bounced from Daya to Bosco and how her cheeks seemed to dust with a light pink.

“Hey Camden.” Daya said awkwardly.

“Sit.” The redhead spoke firmly. Daya nodded, subconsciously making their posture better, quickly finding the vacant table. Bosco followed behind, still wide eyed at the sight of the redhead. Daya didn’t how Camden and Bosco seemed to stare at each other, both looking wide eyed and like they were at a lost for words.

They slipped into the booth quickly as Camden watched them sit before going to the opposite side. Now was one of the times Daya wished the tiny coffee shop was busy instead of dead silent. All she could and had to focus on was the incredibly angry British woman across from her and her trusty partner in crime looking just as terrified as her. Daya gulped.

Great, just great.

“So-“

“I’ll be doing the talking.” Camden cut off quickly, eyes trained on Daya as if she were a plentiful treasure. She quickly closed her mouth. Camden sighed and rested her hands on the table.

“You are a piece of garbage human being; do you know that?” Yup, Daya thought, here it comes. “Do you realize just how amazing the woman you left is because I don’t think you do. She loves you Daya, and you just left her because what? You got scared? That is the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard! She’s been inconsolable for a week. Just yesterday for example, she quite literally cried herself to sleep in my arms because she missed you so badly.” Camden ranted. Her words slipped out faster and faster as Daya sat and listened. She bites the inside of her cheeks and tries not to imagine Jasmine.

Jasmine's perfect green eyes were red and puffy from crying so hard. Jasmine’s beautiful skin damp from the tear tracks running down her face. The quiet sobs while she’s trying to sleep or when Avas napping. The silent tears while holding Ava. Daya shakes her head and pinches her thigh to bring herself back from the mind warping fantasies. Her jaw is tight from clenching so as to not cry, her head is bowed low, not making eye contact with Camden as she continues to rave. Bosco is stiff as a board next to her, but their hand is resting on Dayas knee and squeezing tightly.

“I know.”

Camden stops, her cheeks rosy with anger. Her eyes are mere slits as she glared at Daya with such audacity. “Excuse me?”

“I know.” Daya says, her voice barely louder than before. She inhaled shakily before bringing her head up to face Camden, her eyes now blinking back tears. “I know I’m a piece of shit for what I’ve done, and I know there’s no way to go back in time and erase that stupid mistake. There is no excuse for what I did. I was just being a coward.” Bosco nodded slightly and watched as Camden set her jaw, still staring Daya down.

“I got scared that I wasn’t enough for Jas and Ava because how could I ever be good enough for them? Like, those two people gave me the greatest months of my life. I have never smiled or laughed more than when I was with them, and I took that all away because of my own insecurities. I hurt the two most important people I love because I was scared and that’s haunted my every waking moment ever since I walked out of her apartment.” Daya says, her voice breaking and the tears trickling down her face. Camden's glare softens slightly but Bosco wraps an arm around her friend.

“Daya…”

“I know I shouldn’t expect or even dream of Jas wanting to get back with me because she is just the greatest, sweetest and loveliest woman in the entire world who could be with anyone at any moment. And Ava-“ Daya chuckled and wiped her eyes.

“She means the entire world to me. Like fuck, it scared me how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be there for her and just love her. She’s going to be the brightest and kindest little soul in this world, and I wish I could be there to see it.”

Camden opened her mouth to speak but Daya continued on. “Fuck I just, I miss them. So goddamn much it makes me sick and-”

“Daya!” Camden finally speaks up, pulling Daya out of her catharsis. She brings her hands across the table, like a peace offering as Daya hesitantly brings her hands to the redheads. Dayas piercing eyes find Camdens soft ones and let her begin.

“You’ve said all I needed to hear.” Camden's pink lips making a gentle smile. “I was always going to help get you back with Jas. Just needed to make you sweat.” The Brit giggles. Daya can feel her jaw go slack and drop. Bosco huffs and laughs, bringing her hand to cover her mouth.

“You bastard!”

“Oh, come now,” Camden sighs, bringing her hands away from Dayas and up defensively. “It was quite a treat to see the Daya Betty confess all her love.”

“Camden Wheeler, you sly fox.” Bosco mumbled. Daya, still reeling from the emotional torment she just experienced, misses how Camdens eyes widen at Bosco’s suggestion and how her breath seems to hitch as Bosco smiles their devilish smile.“So, you want me with Jas?” Daya finally asked as the laughter died down. Camden nodded, her head snapping away from Bosco’s nervous glare.

“Of course, I do! Granted I still hate your guts for leaving her, but I know you’re the only one who’s made her this happy and who’s genuinely loved her back.” Daya felt a wave of confidence flood her senses knowing Jasmine's closest friend is on her side.

“Yeah, that sounds great and all,” Bosco interrupted, one arm leaning against the table with her head resting in her hand. “But does anyone have a plan for Operation Get Jasmine and Daya back together?” Camden rolled her eyes.

“Fantastic question Bosco.” Camden dropped her hands from Dayas and reached into her purse, slipping out an envelope with Dayas name written on it in a loopy script. Daya accepted the envelope and felt it in her palm, the paper feeling expensive and almost regal.

“That is a ticket to Jasmine’s showcase.” Camden stated. Daya's eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten about Jasmine's showcase, the big dance show that she’s been practicing for months.

“Showing up to your ex’s dance recital? How hallmark of you Wheeler.” Bosco quipped as they watched how delicately Daya handled the envelope. Daya is also too entranced with the envelope to notice how Bosco mouthed to Camden, “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Camden I don’t know what to say.” Daya said, her eyes brimming with tears again, but tears Daya would welcome into her life. She placed the envelope into her pocket and couldn’t contain the smile she had from ear to ear. She had a chance to see Jas again, she was going to make this right.

“Oh please it’s nothing, but you could say that I’m the greatest wingwoman of all time.” The redhead boasted, flipping their barely shoulder length curls.

“Excuse you gingy, greatest wingwoman right here.” Bosco countered. The table erupted into laughter as time went on. “Not the greatest Tindr bio writer though.” Thats what finally got Camden to blush a deep crimson. Daya whipped her head to look at the two of them, both now incredibly interested in the flooring of the shop.

“Wait... your date was Camden?” Daya asked, shoving Bosco’s shoulder. “And you didn’t think she was Jasmine’s friend?”

“Her profile was very... different.”

“Well, I’m so sorry I didn’t think to put ‘Jasmines one British friend’ after how I loved blondes and a good time.” The table burst into laughter, making the large cafe smaller and much warmer. Daya could feel her cheeks get sore and her stomach hurt as Bosco’s giggles echoed as Camden did her best to cover her face.

As Bosco was beginning to tell a story, Daya felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She was very tempted to ignore it, but something pulled her towards answering it. She reached for it as Bosco and Camden chatted and looked at the caller. It was a foreign number to Daya but something inside her told her to answer it, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She accepted the call and slipped the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi is this the number of Ms. Daya Betty?” A woman asked on the opposite line. Daya furrowed her brow as the couple watched her.

“Yeah that’s me. Is something wrong?”

“We’re calling in concerns to your child, Ava Kennedie.”

Daya felt her heart drop. Her hands were clammy, and her hands started shaking. Camden and Bosco looked at each other in confusion, wondering why Daya had paled so quickly.

“Did Jasmine not answer?”

“We couldn’t get ahold of Ms. Kennedie so we called the listed emergency contact.” If Daya was in a much clearer state of mind, her heart would have fluttered in hope hearing that she was still Avas contact but instead she could only hear the loud thumping of her heart against her ribs, her stomach tying itself into a knot.

“We suggest you come meet us at the hospital.”

“Hospital?” Daya asks, her throat drying like a desert as her heart sinks further and further. Now Bosco and Camden are fully listening to Daya, both looking like wide eyed children.

“Yes Ava fell and hit head but she lost consciousness after.” Daya nearly drops her phone and gasps. Her mind immediately makes the darkest of images of the her little bug, crying or screaming or lying lifeless in some hospital and she could feel bile rise in her throat.

“We understand if you’ll need a mome-“

“Im on my way.” Daya cuts her off. She ends the calm swiftly and takes a deep breath, her world spinning as she tries to make sense of it. Ava, Ava was hurt and needed her. She had to get to her, to Ava.

“Daya? What’s wrong?” Camden asked, growing anxious seeing how Daya almost crumbled after bringing her phone to her lap. Bosco nudged Dayas shoulder, genuinely frightened at the sight of her friend so distraught. Daya tried to speak but a lump blocked her throat.

Fear fully sets in as her entire world crumbles before her. If she speaks it out loud, it’s real, and is hoping and praying to whatever exists that this nightmare is just that.

“Somethings wrong with Ava.”

#rpdr 14 #daya betty #bosco #lady camden #single mom au #bitch I love tough cam #and also the tension between can and bosco?????#looking pretty entertaining #👀👀👀👀#I just love emotional Daya talking about her girls💞💞#but also….#what’s gonna happen next?!?#we shall see 😈😈😈

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