Crossing Paths 2

Crossing Paths

With Camila Mendes & Camila Cabello

By MrMaxLord & Slyguy1313

Codes: MF, Oral, Anal

Tuesdays to most people were nothing to be excited about. It wasn't the beginning of the week like Monday, which depending on who you were, either filled you with intense joy or awful dread. It sure wasn't Friday, the gateway to the weekend which people went crazy for like it was a Stones concert. It wasn't even Wednesday, hump day, the time of week where there was a hint of shining hope, the weekend.

However, this particular Tuesday was a fairly special one for Camila Mendes. She was seeing an old friend, one she hadn't seen in person in almost four years, at least since she'd started on Riverdale. Sure, she'd spoken to Nicholas, or Nicky as she so affectionately referred to him, through Skype and text and all that stuff, but it was nothing like the way it had been when they were in college. Back in New York they'd see each other every day, laugh their asses off at stupid shit, offer shoulders to cry on. All of that. They were friends and she missed him, simple as that.

So when he told her during their last Skype chat that he was going to be in LA when she was, they both knew they just had to get together. Camila texted him as soon as she decided on what to do. They'd eat lunch in a deli, just like the old days, and Camila had the perfect one in mind.

She'd stumbled upon Lee's one day almost by accident. Driving to her agent's office, using backstreets to save some time, she decided on a little bite on the way. And there was the glowing sign straight from the seventies with a neo-noir neon class flashing the name, Lee's, in big red letters. And it was good. Damn good. Not quite like Murray's in NYC but definitely worth making a regular stop anytime she wasn't in Vancouver shooting.

So she texted Nicky simple instructions:

Meet me @ Lee's. 2:30 Tuesday. Can't wait :)

And there she was, sitting in a corner booth, just like in New York, with her usual deli dish: a turkey club with avocado, light on the mayo on toasted wheat, coleslaw on the side. It was freshly delivered to her table and she hadn't touched it. She wouldn't until Nicky arrived. Tradition and all that. She figured he would be there any minute, it was 2:25 and she'd already gotten a text from him saying he was on his way. Camila did stop to think if maybe she should change seats. With where she was, she couldn't see the door and anyone who came in could only see the back of her head.

Camila shook off that thought though. She asked the hostess to bring anyone who asked for Camila to be brought right to her table, that she was expecting company. Still, maybe she should switch seats. That thought was soon interrupted by a male voice calling out her name, "Camila!" with a lot of familiarity. But she didn't recognize the voice at all. When she turned around she noticed that that unfamiliar voice belonged to an unfamiliar face. And that unfamiliar face had been brought to her table.

"Who are you?" They both asked each other. Camila didn't recognize this man and he clearly had no clue who she was. And where the hell was Nicky?

***

Nicky walked cautiously into the restaurant, feeling out of place. He was more than a little surprised. Li's: Authentic Asian bistro right in downtown Hollywood. It was an upscale place, real classy. He'd even put a jacket on for the occasion. It was far more than what he'd been expecting from Cami. He figured for a meetup in some deli. Something more low key. This seemed more like...more like a date. Maybe Hollywood had changed her.

Dim lighting caused him to squint after the brilliant sunshine of your average LA afternoon. Approaching the hostess, the only source of light came from meticulously hung lanterns on the wall, along with one on each of the tables he spied behind her.

"A reservation under Camila?" He asked more than a little hesitantly.

She didn't even need to check, instead responding immediately. "Of course sir. Please follow me, she's been waiting for you."

Checking his smartwatch, he knew he was a bit late, but still, he hoped he hadn't kept her waiting long. They passed other tables, heading to the very back of the restaurant. A private room, it looked like. There were a lot of couples, each with a more sickeningly lovesick expression than the last. It was packed. Way more than it should have been for a random Tuesday afternoon. He could practically smell the romance hanging heavily in the air. Or maybe that was just steamed pork rolls. The whole vibe just didn't fit Cami. Still, when he caught a glimpse of shiny black hair pulled up in a high ponytail, he couldn't help but grin as he hurried around to greet his old friend. That grin quickly faltered, because the beautiful face in front of him was not that of Camila Mendes.

"Right here sir," The hostess said, indicating the empty chair. "Ms. Cabello. Your guest has finally arrived."

Nicky stared into the face of the stranger and she stared back equally perplexed. "Who are you?" They said at exactly the same time.

***

"I asked you a question," Camila said. "Who are you?" He was standing at her table while Camila hadn't moved. She didn't want to create any more of a scene than there already was.

"I asked you the same question." Replied the mystery man.

"You first."

"I'm Nick. Your turn"

"You're clearly not my Nicky," Camila said. "And my name's Camila."

"Well, you're clearly not my Camila."

"Okay. This is officially too weird, but I think I have the perfect remedy." Camila reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Modern technology saves the day again." She texted a quick message to Nicky.

Where the heck are you? I have your name twin here.

After Camila hit send, he saw Nick sending off his own message. They both received a reply at nearly the same time. As they read, responded and read again, they both had the same reaction, rolling their eyes at the mix-up.

"I can't believe this shit keeps happening," Camila said. "You were expecting a Camila, just spelled C-A-B-E-L-L-O, correct?"

"Correct. This happen a lot?"

"Only on social media and in gossip rags almost every day," said Camila. "For a solid year I had fans thinking I was a fan account for her and Shawn Mendes. Full name is Camila Mendes, so...kind of a recipe for social media disaster."

"Sounds like fun. Mind if I take a seat for a second while I decide what to do?" Camila nodded and Nick sat down. "The moment I saw this was a deli I should have known something was up. Not exactly the spot Mila described on the phone. Autocorrect didn't help. Thought I was going to some Chinese restaurant named Li's, but spelled like this place."

"Oh, that place is great," Cami said. "I mean it's a little extra for a Tuesday but it has amazing steamed pork rolls."

"Which I'm missing out on. I should head out, see if I can make it."

"At this time?" Camila asked. "You ever been to LA before? The traffic will keep you deadlocked for at least an hour and a half."

"What do you propose I do?"

"We're in a restaurant," Cami said, taking a deep breath. "And, well, since I do have some kind of confirmation you're not some weird stalker guy, join me. But since you're not my Nicky, we're going dutch. Deal?"

"Deal." Agreed Nick. The pair shook hands and he got a bit more comfortable in the booth. He grabbed a menu and began to scan it. "So...your Nicky...he a boyfriend or something?"

"Old college friend," Camila replied. She began to pick at her food, starting with the coleslaw. "What about you and Ms. Cabello? Lovers or pals?"

"Just friends. Little earlier than college though. Don't really get to catch up too often, especially now."

"Similar situation here. I had some time in LA while there's a break on my show."

"You're an actress?"

"Yep. Riverdale. Prime time soap. Which means a whole lotta short skirts and lingerie scenes."

"I might have to look into it." Nick grinned, the comment and look on his face getting a chuckle from Cami.

"Anyway, he was going to be in LA too. Interviewing for a job at some video game studio. We were going to celebrate by having an old fashioned night in together. Late lunch or early dinner or whatever at a deli, then go back to my place for some serious Mario Kart time."

"You like Mario Kart? What system?"

"64 of course," Cami said with a grin. "I slaughter with Donkey Kong."

The thought of this sexy woman in front of him going crazy huddled around a TV set getting serious about Mario Kart brought a big smile to Nick's face. "Now that is a sight I'd love to see."

"Well, the day's still young, isn't it Nick?" Camila winked at him before finally taking a bite of her sandwich.

***

"Well, it seems like my idiota of a dear friend is at the wrong place. All the way across town. Damn." She let loose a couple of other Spanish phrases that were lost on Nicky.

"Believe it or not, it appears mine is as well. Anyways, sorry to bother you. Nice meeting you Camila Cabello." He said, extending a hand.

Taking it lightly, she held the shake tenderly. She'd been watching him closely this entire time, and he appeared to have no recognition of who she was. Or if he did, he was very good at hiding it.

"It seems the world is screwing with me. Suppose to meet my own friend Nick here, and while you're not him, a Nicky did show up." Her words lingered heavily on the last few syllables, as she batted mascara-laden eyelashes in his direction.

"No one's screwing you...yet." He dared to say, feeling confident with the not-so-subtle signals she was currently giving him.

"Well then, Nicky. Why don't you take a seat? I do so hate eating alone. And I think a cute guy like yourself...I could do worse for a dinner guest."

"Don't mind if I do."

"One caveat. Hand over your phone. Don't want you looking me up and going all gaga before the appetizers arrive."

"Why? You famous or something?" He asked, more of a joke than anything.

"I guess you'll have to go all dinner without knowing. This is Hollywood after all." She said, hand still held in his.

Nicky was intrigued to say the very least. He wasn't sure if the frankly gorgeous woman in front of him was taking him for a ride or not, but he was game enough to play if she was.

"Deal," He said, handing over the device without a second thought. "Plus those steamed pork rolls have had me salivating since I walked in."

Camila laughed and looked him right in the eye, "Well then, let's see if we can find something to satiate that appetite of yours."

***

"You sure you don't mind me tagging along?" Nick asked. Their late lunch had gone much better than expected with the unlikely pair finding out just how much they had in common. Even with that however, Nick wasn't exactly sure how far Cami, as she preferred to be called, wanted to take this accidental encounter. Now they were walking side by side on the way to her agent's office. "I could just dick around a bit, kill time for an hour."

"I'm fine," said Camila. "I have some errands to run. I was going to have Nicky join me before we really got into some fun. But you'll do. Besides, you made me laugh more than a few times in there. Killer Steve Brule impression by the way."

"No match for yours."

"Well as an actress I pride myself on being able to tackle any role, including a half-deranged morning show host."

"Like I said, nailed it."

That earned him another one of Cami's million dollar smiles. He'd become addicted to them in a short amount of time. "You know, I wasn't exactly expecting to discuss the ins and outs of Adult Swim programming or debating which is better kart racer between Mario Kart 64 and Diddy Kong Racing."

"Well there is no debate because the answer is Mario Kart," Camila said with a grin. "But that's what you get with me. Conversation guaranteed to cover the breadth of all things useless and trivial. Kind of my specialty."

"Kept me riveted." Nick replied.

"Thanks," Cami said, very sincerely. "So what kind of conversation were you expecting?"

"Oh, you know. Just catching up with Mila. My Camila, at least. We've known each other since middle school. Met in a dance class. One that I now teach coincidentally enough. But you know how it goes, once she really hit it big with Fifth Harmony and all that, time got to be a hot commodity."

"I know the story," Cami said with a nod. "Happened with me and Nicky. Even after he switched schools to focus more on coding and all that game design stuff we still hung out daily in New York. After graduation? Still inseparable. But the moment I get Riverdale and have a full time gig? All Skype and texts and FaceTime."

"Just emails and texts for me. When she went solo she got super busy. And I was actually getting paid to teach dance and all that. Time was just pretty slim. That's what I was in LA for, a few days to catch up with her. Reconnect. All that jazz. Which is another kind of dancing I teach, now that I think of it."

"Always with a quip. I like that," Cami's smile went soft. He was getting to her without even knowing it. Or he was fully aware. This day had been so confusing she couldn't really rely on her ability to read someone. "You'll get your catch up time. Just like I will. We just have some time to kill... and I think I know one perfect way to kill some."

Cami stopped their walk right in front of an ice cream parlor. A mom and pop place that seemed to be fairly popular.

"This place is awesome," she told Nick as she led him in. "They make all their stuff in house and they do some awesome boutique flavors."

"Boutique flavors?"

"You know, like avocado or sriracha ice cream." Camila saw the grimace on Nick's face as she described the flavors making her laugh as she began to reassure him. "They also have the normal stuff too. But the avocado's better than you'd think. Me, I'm going for the old standby of Mint and Chip. What about you? I'm buying this time."

"Butter pecan for me."

"Oh, that's pretty adventurous. Sure you don't want to be a little more adventurous and go for the avocado?"

"Single scoop of butter pecan will do me fine."

"One scoop?" Camila asked as she got in line.

"What can I say?" Nick asked. "I'm a cheap date."

"Really? Well, we'll see about that." Camila raised her eyebrows, adding a bit of an exclamation point to the sentence. A point he couldn't help but notice.

This day was going a lotter better than he could have expected so far.

***

"And no matter how much I protest; I just can't escape the fact that I'm a Hufflepuff." Camila was saying, throwing her arms up in the air, testing the integrity of her tight woolen sweater as she emphatically made her point.

Nicky snorted into his Mai-Tai. "I wouldn't know anything about that. Being a Ravenclaw and all."

"Pff. Yea right. You are probably a closet Hufflepuff too." She said, pursing her lips suggestively around the straw of her own Mai-Tai and sucking so hard her cheeks caved inward.

"Oh, I've got proof. Right there on my phone. I'll show you right here, right now."

"Now, now Nicky. No need to go whipping things out here at the table."

The meal was just about wrapping up. It had been a remarkably enjoyable affair. Charming conversation. Flirty looks. Suggestive comments. They were lobbying quips back and forth at one another at greater speed than professional tennis players. If this had been a setup by two friends, it could not have been going better. It was like the best first date he'd ever had. Those full, luscious pink were pulled upwards in a sly grin, waiting for him to make the next move in their verbal repartee.

"Really? And here I was getting the vibe you wanted me to whip something out."

"That depends. You're a game designer, right? Know any games we could play together? Just the two of us?" She asked, feigned innocence dripping off every syllable.

"A few."

"Then why don't we get out of here, head back to my hotel room and see if we can't find something more cozy to Slytherin into."

He almost laughed at her pun. Almost. Instead, he simply smirked and called out with a serious tone, "Check please!"

***

"Ready for some real Hollywood glamour?" Cami asked. She and Nick had finished their ice cream and had finally arrived at her agent's office building. "A world of staplers and photocopiers and yes, even paper clips."

"Paper clips sunk it," Nick replied. "Let's go."

Camila held the door open for him and they headed through the lobby to the elevator. Nick waited at the buttons, waiting to press at Cami's command.

"Fourth floor. Such a gentleman. I mean minimum effort, but still, chivalry is appreciated."

"I just wanted to make sure we were even for the ice cream now."

"Almost there." With the button pressed Nick moved to the back of the elevator, standing side by side with Cami, getting another whiff of her perfume.

"So, you have a place in LA, right?" He asked.

"For whenever I'm not in Vancouver, yes. Why?"

"What's the rent like?"

"Over the top and rarely worth it, yet compared to New York it's a bargain. Why?"

"One of the things I was going to be talking about with Camila was, well, opening a dance studio here. She'd be kind of like a silent partner, investing in leasing a building or something. If that happens, I move here. We were actually going to go studio and apartment hunting, so...what should I expect."

"A diet of ramen and moments where you can swear you hear your wallet crying," Cami joked. "But you'll know at least one friendly face." Surprising Nick a bit, she squeezed his hand softly and held it as she led him out of the elevator when it reached their floor.

When Nick got a view of the area, he realized Cami wasn't far off in her description. It was rather mundane. A few movie posters and one with Cami's face on it along with some other twenty-something actors. Given the text in the middle of it all said Riverdale, it was obviously for the show she was on.

Letting go of his hand, Cami headed for the receptionist desk, "Hey Sheila. Paul left me a message, said he had some stuff he wanted me to see?"

"He has a couple scripts in his office he wanted you to look over. He went home early though. Felt nauseous, but he said you could walk right in and grab the scripts if you got here before I left. Looks like you did," opening the drawer, Sheila handed Cami a keycard. "You know where his office is."

"Thanks," Cami looked at Nick. "Hey Sheila, mind if I show my friend here around? His first time in LA, figured it might be nice to show him around, kind of ruin the glitz and glamour illusion of Hollywood. You know, the usual."

"Sure, no problem. I'm going to be here for another hour or so anyway if your pal wants an up close and personal look at disappointment in Tinseltown."

"You're a gem Sheila," Cami said, gesturing with her head to Nick. "Come on." Holding out her hand for him, Nick eagerly grabbed it. The pair smiled at each other as she led him down the hallway.

At the end of the hall she turned to the left. Sliding the keycard through the doors lock, Camila opened it with a click.

"This your agent's office?" Nick asked.

"No, he's at the other end of the hall."

"Then what's in here?"

"Right now? Just us."

Leading Nick inside, Cami turned on the lights. The office was empty. It had a desk with some chairs and a couch, but that was it. The desk itself was totally barren, not a sheet of paper to be found on it.

"Why are we in here?"

"So I can do something I've been thinking about for a couple hours," she replied, following it up with a surprise kiss, a gesture he immediately returned. Wrapping his arms around Camila, he pulled her close, their kiss deepening with every passing second. Lips parting, their tongues escaped, intertwining.

Hands moving to grip Cami's ass through her skirt, he lifted her up. The Brazilian beauty wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss only broke when he pinned her against the door, the loud thump startling them both as they came up for air.