"Shawn, I don't have any clothes"
I froze for a quick second, assimilated what she said, reprimanding myself at how I'm standing there doing absolutely nothing, and then walked with a rapid pace to my luggage.
"I think I might have an oversized shirt, if, um, that's okay with you" I offered, not sure what else to do
"I, yes, but...." she stopped, doubtful on her voice, as if she was scared to say something, "it's fine thank you"
"You can tell me" I said reassuring her, although I'm scared of what she might say next, what if she's one of those people who likes to walk around naked?! Everytime I think you have thought of the craziest thing imaginable, you completely surpass that, congratulations.
"I, it's just, um, that I also don't have any underwear, and I, it's fine, I don't want to um, I, bother you"
"I...Can, maybe give you one of my boxers? I bought them a couple of days ago and haven't used them yet so I can assure you they are most definitely clean." I let out a light chuckle when I hear hers.
I handed her my oversized, grey, Captain America The First Avenger t-shirt that I had gotten 2 years ago as a present from my avó, and also handed her one of the white boxers that I had bought.
When she left one minute later, dressed in my clothing, my stomach felt like it did a 360° turn and went back. The shirt fell just below her knees, she was really tiny and her hair was in a messy bun, she looked so cute with it and as I stated before, girls hair in messy buns >>
When she realised I was looking at her she blushed and I looked away as quickly as possible, I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable.
I get my clothes and leave them on top of the bed while I go get my towel, so I, too, can shower. Before I did, I told Camila there were donuts from a bakery I went to on the way back from the vocal warm ups and told her she could eat them...Well as long as she left one for me
Jo- Shawn doesn't share food! Hahahah, friends. Are you laughing at your own joke? Oh, put a sock in it!
She grinned when I handed her the pink classic box, and I went to the bathroom to take my shower.
I can't stop thinking about what happened in the club... I mean it was definitely nothing, and I don't feel anything towards her but friendship, but, I don't know, maybe it was the song and the 50 other people around us. Yeah, probably. Definitely.
I leave the shower, and guess what? I'M STUPID! Yay, you've finally admitted it!
I left my damn clothes above my bed. Including my underwear, this is going to be fun, eh?
I wrap the hotel's towel around my torso and after a few internal pep talks, I bravely walk out of the bathroom, and as soon as I do so Camila gets up and hands me the clothes
"You, kinda forgot this" she chuckled nervously and I thanked her. My hand went to the clothes but neither my eyes nor my body moved, my eyes locked into her brownish ones that glistened with the reflection of the light. Her body standing in front of me, also didn't move, it didn't even flinch. I could see her shoulders going up and down at the corner of my eye, her breathing fastened and my heartbeat too, just then, gravity seemed stronger, pulling my head downwards still with her eyes looking into mine.
Her head softly, and graciously moving upwards, and her pinkish lips opening gently and little, and that's when he happened
"Hey, Shawn, I just wanted to say- Oh shit" Andrew barged into the room without knocking, assuming I was alone. He stood there for a second or two, Camila turned around as fast as a bullet and my head looked straight to find Andrew with an open jaw and wide eyes. He then proceeded to close the door as quickly as he could, making a loud bang and right after came a yell "SORRY!"
Me and Camila looked at each other and Camila looked at the door again, I went back to the bathroom and put my clothes on, when I came back I found Camila with the pink box of donuts on the bed, and one of my post-it on her hand, she looked up at me, who was now wearing my simple grey pjs and said worriedly
"I hope you don't mind, I just really had to put this lyrics on paper before I forget, I forget stuff easily"
"Yeah yeah, I get it, it's fine, I do that a lot too..." I walked closer to her and sat on the other corner of the bed, looking at her, writing down more lyrics "What did you write up until now?"
She looked at me with wide eyes, hid the paper behind her back, and then a small smirk reached her face as her wide eyes turned into narrow ones
"I'll tell you if you tell me what you wrote today at the dance rehearsal"
"I can die without knowing, that's okay."
She laughed lightly at that, and then our eyes met again, but this time my eyes looked at the door, ending our eye contact and my thoughts going back to what happened only a few moments ago
"Does he think that we...?"
"Yup. I think he does."
And we bursted out laughing. We laughed and laughed and when we weren't laughing we were eating the donuts, and discussing what film we should watch because neither of us was tired anymore.
She hadn't eaten any of the donuts, saying that she wanted to wait for me to come back to eat.
After almost an hour, we finally decided on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban when she said that Goblet of Fire was better, so I had to show her that Prisoner of Azkaban is definitely the best Harry Potter. Camila went down the blankets and I layed down next to her, above the blankets, I usually don't feel cold, Canadian blood and all of that.
During the movie we ate donuts until we ran out of them, when it ended I turned to her, and said
"See, and this is why, the third one is better than the forth one."
"Mhm" she pondered on it for a second and put her fingers on her chin, "nope. Goblet of Fire is still better"
"No!"
"Yes, yes it is"
We ended up watching the next film because we still couldn't sleep and also to prove her point, but that didn't work because Prisoner of Azkaban is still the best. When it was finished, I turned my head to see Camila and my eyes met with her beautiful face, but her eyes were closed and her head was now on my chest. She must've fallen asleep a few minutes ago and I didn't notice
I grabbed my phone: 4:38 am. I should try to sleep or else I won't be able to maintain myself on my own feet tomorrow.
I put an arm around her so I was more comfortable and looked at her until I felt tired.
Her hair was still in a messy bun and her face wasn't showing any specific emotions. She looked in peace even though she had a lot of pressure on her; same as me, as everyone in this tour. I smiled at the fact that she was wearing my favorite T-shirt. It looked so big on her, you could see her beautiful curves... I still don't get why some people criticize her. I mean, if they had met her, they would think she's an incredible human being, full of life and energy. The way she feels emotions like no other can is amazing
I think I should try to stop looking at her like some kind of psycho who's obsessed with her. This is probably my tiredness talking. I look at the digital clock on my phone again and it's 5:06, did I really just spend half an hour looking at her face? I'm weird.
And she's beautiful.
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The Fucking Saga
FanficTwo world wide known singers who met by chance, and became best friends, with years of friendship, it all goes down by 2 decisions and a really, REALLY bad timing. A war of emotions and words is fought along the years, secrets, and tears shed. Would...
