Do We Want This? // Camila Cabello x Shawn Mendes

Chapter #3

Wednesday had passed and I totally forgot to visit Shawn. Maybe I can ask that guy if he's there today. Anyways, it's the week of my parents' vacation trip and they are just about to finish packing. Thank goodness. There's no doubt that Cameron will throw a party with everyone destroying the house. And guess what I'm not looking forward to? Getting blamed for it. He always blames me for stuff I didn't do, and he gets away with it. Not this time he won't. When my parents come back from vacation, I'm gonna stand up for myself and give it to 'em good.

"Alright! We're off to paradise!" Dad says carrying as much luggage as possible. Mom's only carrying her purse. Could she at least help him? Why am I defending him?

"We'll come back whenever."

"How 'bout never." My dad whispers in mom's ear. I roll my eyes and neither me nor Cameron said good-bye. They slam the door on their way out.

"Listen, kid. I'm gonna do what I finally want in this house. That includes throwing a party."

"You should be allowed to do anything you want, considering you're 23 years old!"

"I know. But I always suck up to mom and dad under their roof. I do things for them, they give me money. And I don't even have a job."

"Who doesn't know that?" I say being sarcastic. Clearly seeing the fury gradually rising in his eyes

"The point is, I need you to not be here these entire two weeks."

"What?? Are you kidding me?! Where the hell am I supposed to sleep? Eat?"

"Steal and old lady's purse and buy a hotel room. Who cares? I just don't want you to ruin my get-togethers. I don't want people thinking I have a lame little sister who isn't 21 yet."

"Oh, and you don't want people thinking you still live with your parents asking for money. And that you say 'get-togethers?' "

"Shut up! If you say a word, I will hunt you down."

"And do what? Blame me and tell mom and dad? Like you always do?"

"Just stay out of the house, got it?" He gets up and walks down to the basement.

I'm so aggravated right now. I can't take this anymore. I go upstairs to my room and grab a suitcase. I fold my clothes, pack socks, my toothbrush, toothpaste, charger, bath products...and a razor. I put on my hoodie and grab my phone and walk out the door. I get in the car and drive off to the post office to visit Shawn. Maybe he can help me out. I'm not used to doing this.

"Excuse me..." I say hoping the same middle-aged man would look up

"Hey! How are you?" He smiles

"Hi, I'm good thanks, um..."

"Yes, ma'am, Shawn is here. He's just in the back."

"How'd you know I was looking for Shawn?"

"I just know." He smiles. He probably recognized me from last week. He comes back with Shawn following behind.

"Hey, Camila!"

"Hey. Do you mind if I talk to you outside?"

"Yeah, sure what's up?" He follows me

"It's complicated. It'll take hours of talking, but can you help me?"

"Depends on what it is." He laughs

"I need a place to stay for two weeks."

"Why?"

"My brother kicked me out of the house because he wanted his lame friends to stay, while our parents went on vacation. I guess he is too embarrassed of my existence."