Switching sides

02

We Stan every artist in this story, there will be abuse and graphic context created by an artist but this does not reflect the artist themselves. I love all artists in this story so please don't get it twisted. Enjoy.

Camila pov

  Dating famous people isn't so bad. If you're famous. When you're a nobody from the streets of Miami they could give no shits. I met him in a club with my friend Chanco. Aka Dinah. Dinah and I had been friends for years. Back when we were teenagers we auditioned for the X-factor but we couldn't keep a straight face on stage.  

We kept busting out laughing at each other and resided that maybe this wasn't for us. Now Diniah writes music for singers and I run a small art business. Nothing fancy but enough to get me food.

Back to how I met him. Dinah and I made a deal to get super hot boyfriends by the end of the summer. Dinah secured hers within the first week, shoving it in my face. I on the other hand had no luck. I searched and even went on dating apps but they were All creeps. So Dinah and I went to the club to forget about it all.

I was over looking for a man, let alone one that would treat me right. It was the last week of summer and I knew nothing would happen. Dinah and I were deep into shots and drinks by the time midnight rolled up. We made our way to the dance floor and started dancing with either and strangers.

That was until I felt someone come up behind me and start grinding on my ass. It honestly felt good. His hands grabbed at my waist and I could feel his nose in my hair. I could feel him getting harder by the minute. His grinding turned into thrusts and I didn't protest. It's been months since getting action and I wasn't going to screw this one up.

It was low-key disgusting how badly I was willing to let a stranger fuck me for a release. His hands slid up my body and started groping my breasts, my nipples becoming hard.

"Let's get outta here" he groaned into my ear

I nodded and sent Dinah a text.

That's how we met. We went to a hotel that night and he fucked me raw. I thought It was love. I thought what he did was love. Sometimes I still do, maybe I'm the fucked up one that's being west thinking relationships work out a different way.

His name was Shawn.

You probably know him. Now he's a famous artist, back then he was a street rat. I have been with him through his shitty burger flipping to now, touring with famous people.

It was always famous people. What they wanted. I was sick of the fake faces that I saw. They would eat nothing and talk crap behind your back. That's why I stuck to Shawn's side, never dared to mingle with anyone, never dared for anyone to find out the truth. The backlash I would face would be detrimental. Not just for him but for myself.

Shawn wasn't a bad person, I love him. He has issues that he was working through and I could understand that.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when my headphones are yanked out of my ears.

"We need to talk" Shawn grunts

I nod setting my journal down and looking at him. He was in his casual basketball shorts and white beater top.

"So I have another tour" Shawn spoke out

I internally sighed. This means back to the fake Camila.

"With who," I asked

Shawn looked at me as if he wanted to smack me.

"I'd appreciate it if you kept up with the media " he mumbled

"Sorry" I hushed

"We're on tour with Taylor Swift and another small artist. Nobody knows of her. Taylor is just doing her a favor" Shawl spoke out scrolling through his phone.

"Okay," I said glancing at the tv

Our room was a mess, with soda cans everywhere, take-out boxes and bags scattered. If I dared to clean it I would get yelled at. Because this is not my house, it's his and he likes it like this.

"We leave at the end of the month, I should have told you sooner but I forgot, " Shawn said

I nodded and flipped to a new page in my journal.

"You need me to do the usual checklist," I asked

Shawn nodded and stood up ruffling my hair and making his way out of the room. My muscles loosened and I reminded myself that it was just anxiety romance. It's normal because I love him so much.

Creating a checklist for things he wanted me to pack I wrote it down on the paper. It was the normal things a Perón would need on tour. Once I finished I closed my book pulled out my cracked phone and opened Twitter.

Searching up Shawn I saw that his tour was announced months ago and he was just telling me now. I sighed, he's been so busy he just forgot. This was a long tour. 2-3 shows every weekend for the next few months.

I groaned knowing it was going to be exhausting mentally and physically for me.

I soak in these last few weeks of peace before the rush comes.