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Book two, and sequel to, Fame and Love.
Shawn and Camila have been together, only a few times since New Years. "Memories"
When I'd wake up to her footsteps as she got up out of bed. I'd fall in love all ov...
(AN: I realized I never said where the concert was. It's in Texas, that was a random choice, I just needed somewhere hot.)
The thoughts going through my head when Camila said no were terrifyingly negative. So right now I was in the hotel just lying on my bed while Aaliyah went through her suitcase and asked me what looked best. I am so pissed off.
"How about this?" Aaliyah asked showing me a light green t-shirt and pink shorts.
I groaned sitting up more, so my elbows held me up. "Sure, I guess it's okay." I muttered lying back down my head bouncing as it hit the bed. I let out a small chuckle at the weird feeling that struck me.
"Are you alright?" Aaliyah questioned, I felt the bed dip beside me and her hand was placed to my knee. "Shawn?"
I groaned in response, "Why'd she say no?" I asked. I couldn't help the feeling of being alone without her. I loved Camila.
"I don't know, maybe she's busy." Aaliyah suggested, after a few minutes of no reply from me she sighed and got up of the bed grabbing the outfit she'd showed me and leaving my hotel room. Did she just leave all her shit in my room? I sat up to check, and yeah she did. Everything was sprawled across the floor and on the couch and her suitcase was open with like two things in it.
"Damnit Aaliyah!" I yelled letting my head fall back again hitting it off the mattress feeling the satisfaction when it bounced off the bed, again. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket and I was hoping it was someone from the team saying it was time for me to come down to get ready for my show that started at 8:30 pm. Since it was now after 7:30 pm. I pulled it up and it was Camila,
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I laughed slightly, and jumped up off the bed pulling on a pair of black vans that were sitting by the door, I grabbed my room key and ran out of my hotel room. I saw my dad's hotel room door propped open and I could only guess that was Aaliyah's doing. I pushed it open to see; my mom, dad, Aaliyah, and Ian sitting in there talking about where they'd be sitting tonight for the show.
"Hey, I'm running down to the stadium and I probably won't make it back so, I'll just meet you there alright?" I said quickly as I was in a hurry, I couldn't help wondering what is so important. Both my parents just nodded while Ian jumped up tugged on a pair of shoes and followed me out as I left.
"What's going on?" Ian asked as I pushed the elevator button repeatedly.
"Camila texted me, there's a problem at the venue." I answered still pushing the button, "Where is this damn elevator!" I yelled out earning a confused face from Ian.
"Shawn, calm down!"
I sighed and nodded, "You're right. I'm a little stressed."
"Why? What's going on?" Ian insisted, he isn't a patient person, neither am I though.
I decided to inform him, "This is my first show with Camila since our big argument." I sighed, "I'm a little nervous."
