Roommates

Last night

Shawn's P.O.V.

"Don't you think we haven't gone out for so long?"

Camila lifted her head from the book and looked at me with a smile. "Maybe yes, but we have to study for like million exams and you know that."

"Oh come on, Mila. We haven't been on a date like forever," I kept on convincing her.

"Date has to wait," she shrugged.

"Nope," I walked to her and took the book away in spite of her acting disagreeing.

"Okay then," she rolled her eyes with laugh. "Where do ya wanna go."

We arrived on the coast and walked with our fingers intertwined to a mole. It seemed it is gonna be dark soon but that was making the vibes even stronger.

The ocean was so calm and the sound of waves and the fact I Mila was there with me, feeling the same was making me so glad.

We sat on the edge of the mole and let the water run around our feet. We weren't talking, but the silence was making me so comfortable. Just the sea, air and us.

"What's in your mind right now?" Mila broke the silence and looked at me.

"You sure you wanna know?" I giggled.

"No," she said with her wide eyes. "You dare and you're a dead man."

"Really?" I chuckled and pushed so she fell to the water. "Watch me."

"I warned you," she took my leg with laugh so I fell to the water too. " You're dead darling."

I kissed her laughing so hard. "You love me anyways, babe," I teased her.

"Okay, I confess, I'm in love with this kiddo."

"I think I liked Mr. Mendes more," I smirked.

"Too late, kiddo."

We swam and sat on the beach. The sun was drowning in the ocean and the seagulls were going crazy. A bit of the last sunshine was colouring the surface to orange color.

"This reminds me of something really bad," she laughed. Sand, sunset, rocks and somewhere between all of it our first kiss.

"You know what?"

"What," she answered still staring at the surface.

"I'm so glad you remember it."

"Well I'd be cool you to remind me of that but yeah," she smiled.

"I thought it was a mistake what I did."

"Liar," she joked and pushed me to my shoulder with her wrist. "You never thought that take it."

"Okayy... I have to say that my lips are missing yours and I'm suffering so bad god," I laughed and kissed her passionately, but my phone beeped in that.

"Oh man," I sighed. "Sorry."

"That's alright."

I opened the message. It was from my mom: Shawn, call me soon. A man called Andrew Gertler saw your vine and wants to work with you.