Text You Later | sm + cc

Thursday

Three weeks Later

Camila: Shawn answer my calls
Shawn: no
Camila: Shawn please answer my calls
Shawn: no
Camila: I don't even know why you're mad at me
Shawn: because you're always so stubborn and ignorant
Camila: I still don't understand.
Camila: come over to my place so we can actually talk
Shawn: no I don't want to see you're fucking face right now
Camila: Jesus, Shawn.
Shawn: I'm serious. I don't want to talk to you
Camila: Shawn we have to resolve this dumb thing right now
Shawn: dumb?!
Shawn: I can't even hang out with you anymore without you flipping the fuck out over something and making everything worse
Camila: it's not my fault that you stopped being you!
Shawn: I never changed! If either of us changed it would be you!
Camila: you can't even properly take me out on a date anymore without you making a scene over something so stupid
Shawn: I don't freak out over nothing
Camila: you're doing it right now
Shawn: because you fucking slapped me
Shawn: it probably doesn't seem like anything to you, but it does to me. And I especially hate the fucking double standard that guys can't hit girls or they will be deemed as sexist. But if a girl hits a guy nobody cares. It's so fucking stupid and you use that to your own advantage. Not only that but you take advantage of my FUCKING feelings. How am I just supposed to crawl back to you every time we fight. We fight too much. And then you fucking slapped me like I'm nothing
Camila: fine.
Camila: if you want to slap me back, come to my place so you can hit me and we can go back to normal
Shawn: Things would probably never go back to normal. I would never hit someone that I love, I'm not a fucking monster