CamiiLovesYoux3

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Camila Medina... Yup That's The name.
I'm 12 and in 6th grade.
I'm Colombian & From New York.
I Live In Pennsylvania.
Music Is My Life, I Can't Live without it.
Family Is a huge part of my life.
Yes, Haters are my Motivators.
I've Been through a lot in life.
Trust Me, You Get Through It All.
 $
Single $

Mains;
Andy Rodriguez
Cecar Curet
Steve Leon
<3

Quotes by CamiiLovesYoux3









& it's like
     nothing ever happened . <|3
 
 




Life is short.
break         the RULES.   
FORGIVE quickly,
KISS slowly, LOVE truly,
LAUGH uncontrollably,
and NEVER REGRET
   anything that made
     you
SMILE.


 
 

FeelinSafe

When you hug a taller guy.



& Today Is One Month,

I Love You Baby
 10/14/11

BeTruthful.

A - Available? No
B - Birthday? December 28
C - Crushing on? Adrian Mieses ;3
D - Drink you last had? Red Gatorade
E - Easiest person to talk to? Katie King
F - Favorite song? Hates Follow Me Like Twitter
G - Gummy bears or gummy worms? Gummy Bears
H - Hometown? Queens, New York
I - In love with? Savion McFadden
J - Jealous of? No One
K - Killed someone? NO!
L - Longest car ride? 3 hours?
M - Milkshake flavor? Vanilla
N - Number of siblings? 2
O - One wish? I Wish He Wasn't grounded /:
P - Person you texted last? Kaytlyn Oswald
Q - Question you are always asked? How Old Are You?
R - Reason to smile? I'm Living
S - Song you last listened to? House Party; Meek Mill
T - Time you woke up? 8;30 ?
U - Underwear color?Blue & White
V - Violent moment you had? I Drove by a shooting
W - Worst habit? Texting 
X - X-rays you had? Only Dentist Ones...
Y - Yoyos are? F.U.N
Z - Zodiac sign? Capricorn



Everyone
Judges Me.
Fml.
 



He Doesn't Even Notice
Me, or Does He?



He doesn't even notice me. I mean, he does, but it's just a glance while he's scanning the surrounding area for a friend he’s been talking to. A girl friend, possibly soon to become his girlfriend. On the first day of school I walked into my third class, wishing for the day to be over. The stress was too much, although it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was one of the first in the room, so I took a seat at the far end of the room. Once the room was full,I realized I was surrounded by strangers. Lower classmen I didn't even know. My second day in that class I took a seat on the other side of the room with students my age. That's when I noticed him. He was so cute and when he smiled, my heart skipped a beat. Butterflies flapped their wings, trying to escape my stomach. I wanted to talk to him, but didn't know how. So instead of making conversation I asked for help. “Um...Do you know how to do this? I’m so confused,” I started off, with a little laugh. I hoped he couldn’t hear the nervousness. “Yeah,” he said and went on to explain what we had to do. “Thanks,” I said quietly. Everyday was the same. Almost. He sometimes asked me for help. I loved when he did that because I loved to hear his voice. I pretended not to like him too much. And I didn’t want to show him how desperate I was to have a friend in that class. One day, a few weeks into class, he moved seats. He moved one seat over so there was one between us. I could have sat next to him, but I chose to sit in my normal seat. Is that what he wanted? To no longer have to talk to me? I wasn’t the prettiest girl, but he could have just stopped talking to me. It wasn’t like I had talked to him everyday and flirted. I had barely talked to him at all! It went on like that for a few more classes, until one day he moved back. He talked to me first this time. “Hey. Can you help me with this?” I was angry with him so I just said, “Sorry. I don’t know how to do it. Ask the teacher.” I leaned on my arm, facing away from him. Yes, it was childish, and yes, it made my heart ache to do it. But somewhere inside of me, I felt it was the right thing to do. Those gut instincts proved right, when the next class he sat next to me with a bright, lovely smile. “Hey. What’s up?” “Nothing,” I said. “What’s up with you?” We went on like that, making small talk. Finally, what I had been hoping and wishing for came true. At the end of class, he stopped me by grabbing my arm and letting everybody else out. “I have a question.” He seemed a bit nervous. It made me nervous also. “Yeah?” “Um...” he cleared his throat. “I like you and I want to get to know you better. Will you go out with me this Friday?” I couldn’t even speak. But the look on his face showed me that he was more nervous than I. “Sure.” His smile lit up his face. I gave him my number, thinking, Maybe he did notice me after all, and walked out of the room composed, while inside I was jumping for joy.