Shawn Mendes' best friend and solo artist Camila Cabello is called forth to assist him on writing and producing his sophomore album in Upstate New York. A romance sparks and the two are now closer than ever.
Started ~ 4/2/17
Shawn ~ Tonight is one of those sleepless nights. How can I sleep when she is the only thing on my mind? Did I push too much? Of course I did.
Looking over to my left, Camila slept farther away from me. Distance was her only defense in our fight. I wish there wasn't even a fight between us. I always take things way too far. I wanted her to open up to me more and it all went horribly wrong. I care for Camila and all I want is for her to be happy.
Maybe if I wake her up we could personally talk this out. I don't know what I can do to help us anymore, but apologize sincerely over and over again.
"Camila." I whispered, shaking her shoulders a little. She seemed to be a little stirred until she finds out it's just me waking her up. I can't see her face with full clarity, but knowing for as long as I have, I can just tell she is rolling her eyes at me.
Pulling her blanket over herself, she shuffles a bit farther from me. Obviously, she's still upset at me (I don't blame her).
"Camila." I whispered once again. It felt a lot more urgent this time.
"Leave me alone." She whispered, leaning on her left side to face the wall. Jesus, why did those three words shatter me inside? Maybe it's because she's my best friend. My best friend is neglecting me and I've never felt more broken inside.
"I'm sorry. I wish you'd forgive me, because I never meant to mess with you. You know that if I knew about your dad, I would never bring him up. I care about you." Chills ran down my spine with every word that left my lips. I'm probably the most apologetic person on the planet right now. I just want her to be happy.
Her "response" was just her head moving a little on her white fluffed pillow. Moving my body's direction towards the ceiling, I forced my eyes shut so I wouldn't cry. I'm the sensitive type. I wish I wasn't sensitive at all, but of course the universe had to make me with a heart.
"Goodnight." I whispered in hopes she would smile at the gesture I made toward her almost every night.
I swear I heard her mumble some sort form of the phrase "good night." Then again, it could just be my mind playing tricks on me, like always.
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