Fantasies

April Fools (Part 2)

After a couple hours, we finally have the fake break-up planned and have started to pack some of Shawn's things in boxes. Most of them taped poorly so his clothes fall right out. He also gave me permission to throw out one of his guitars. His favorite one signed by John Mayer. He knew that one would be a nail in his fictional coffin during our fake fight.

Of course he texted John and he'll have a new signed guitar exactly like the old one by tomorrow night when I let him back in the house in the wee hours of the night so no one knows we didn't really break up.

Once everything of Shawn's is placed by our bedroom window, we high-five and Shawn makes us something for dinner. The excitement evident in both of us as we eat dinner and spend "one last night" between the sheets.

The paps and the media haven't seen us out in months, and to be honest since being back in LA, we just haven't wanted to go out much; we both aren't as fond of LA as we used to be. Because we've been so MIA, rumors have been swirling that we actually broke up, or that I was pregnant. None of which are true, but you all know how the media works these days.

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The Next Morning

Shawn wakes up before me and forgoes his shower. When I finally get up, I help him tame his sex hair and get his clothes picked out.

As per the plan, Shawn will be getting ready to go meet a "friend." We know what time and who the paps are that camp out on our street, so we'll make it appear as though I'm sending him off like nothing is wrong, letting them take pictures of us as he gets in his G-Wagon.

Once that part of the plan is completed, he'll post a selfie while out with his friends and his new "friend" that will be all over him. This "friend" is my old friend from back in the day who's in town to see her family. No one knows who she is and she has a very small social media presence, so by the time people put two and two together, we'll have already fooled everyone.

I really play it up as he gets in the car, kissing him deeply for everyone to see, before he drives away. He texts me when he gets out of the neighborhood and is stopped at a light to let me know he loves me.

Meanwhile, I'm back at home with Tarzan, working on music and playing with him in the yard.

Like clockwork, a notification from Instagram pops up on my phone. Sure enough, Shawn's beautiful face fills my screen as he's canoodling with my friend. Their eyes on each other as their lips are so close, it actually makes me think he's going to kiss her, that is until he sends me a text saying he was only thinking of me and he felt really bad, but he thinks our plan will work.

I feed into the fake anger and within minutes the media is in a frenzy. "Shawn Mendes Seen Out With Friends and New Love?," "Shawn Mendes cheating on Camila Cabello?" Not only is the media in a frenzy, but the people we didn't tell this was just a prank, are blowing up my phone making sure I'm okay.

I silence my phone for the time being and get ready for Shawn to get home.

After about 30 minutes, I hear him pull into our driveway, the paps hot on his trail as he goes to get out of his car.

That's my cue.

In my "fury" I stomp outside in a beautiful sundress with my hair perfectly curled, but tears in my eyes.

"Really Shawn?" I shout. "That's where you had to go? Meeting up with some bimbo?" I growl as he looks at me in shock.

I'm really getting into it.

"Have you been cheating on me?" I scream at him as tears run down my face. We make sure the paps can see his face as he looks down, not meeting my gaze; dejected.

"Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot and not say anything?" I yell as I step closer to him, pushing a finger into his chest.

"SAY SOMETHING SHAWN!!" I growl.

Looking at me with a mix of anger and sadness in his eyes, he finally responds, "YES! Okay? I'm fucking cheating on you, but it doesn't mean anything baby!!" He shouts before I smack him across the face.

In a huff of anger, I turn on my heel and race into the house, Shawn following after me.

"Camila, CAMILA, baby please..." he begs as he chases after me. I whip around as planned and stop dead in my tracks. "No! NO! You son of a bitch. I LOVED you. We have a dog together, how could you.... How could" I cry out as I collapse to the ground in a fit of tears.

I can hear the cameras clicking a mile a minute as I have my breakdown on our front lawn. Shawn tries to help me up, but I just slap his hands away before getting up on my own and slamming the door in his face.

"Camila! Baby please!! Open the door!" He yells as he pounds on the front door, making Tarzan bark like crazy.

In my "anger" I run up the stairs into our room and begin to throw boxes out the window. Box after box falls feet to the ground as the contents spills everywhere. I see Shawn below running to his things as he begs me from below to stop throwing his things. With the final blow as planned, I grab his guitar and snap it in half over the window sill before throwing it in shambles to the ground.

"My guitar!!!!" He screams as I watch him kneel down and cry over his broken beauty. His hands in his hair as he yanks at those beautiful brown locks.

Running down the stairs, I grab the pocket knife I keep in my purse and put Tarzan on his leash. Heading outside, I go straight for his car, knowing it's still open, I gently get Tarzan inside before opening the knife.

By this time Shawn's coming towards me, asking why Tarzan is in the truck. I scream something at him about a "new mommy", before warning him that it he takes one step closer, a tire goes for each step.

Despite my warning, Shawn stalks towards me, looking like I just ran over his most prized possession. "Camila, have you gone crazy?" He asks, trying to calm me down.

"Me? CRAZY?" I yell. "I'll show you crazy, you cheating asshole!" Turning, I stick the knife in one of his tires before realizing how good it feels and move on to the next one. Shawn tries to grab me to stop me from ruining his other tires, but I swing at him and he backs away, sobbing on his knees as he begs me to stop and let him explain.

When the damage is done, I close the knife and put it in the pocket of my dress. Shawn's standing again, trying to intercept me before I storm back into MY house.

"Camila, baby... please baby... let me explain" he begs as his hand grabs my arm.

Whipping around, I yank my arm out of his grasp and deliver my final lines. "Let you explain? Explain what Shawn? What could you possibly have to tell me that would explain why you're cheating on me?" I say with tears in my eyes. I'm also disgusted because the paps are stalking us like prey only feet away as they watch our fight unfold.

"I love you Camila" he says clear as day. I know he means it, but as part of the prank, I slap him across the face again; watching his hand come to cup his cheek.

"And I fucking hate you! Never come near me again! We're finished Shawn Mendes!" I growl as I turn on my heel and storm inside, leaving Shawn, Tarzan and a yard full of their things in my wake.