No Promises

Chapter Two

After the first few bouts of our initial protests were dutifully ignored, I sighed, giving in, and opened the door for Camilla, who flashed me a nervous smile before walking out. For the first few minutes, we walked in silence, both of us too shrouded by embarrassment and the lack of will to be in each other's companyto properly interact. We walked alongside each other in matching strides,  looking at and analysing any object within sight, opposed to making eye contact.

Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, earpieces dangling, and plugged it in. She bit her lip, sliding her thumb across the screen as she made the gruelling and extremely difficult descision of which playlist she would listen to. Finally, her slender fingers tapped the screen, the uniform fingernails reflecting sunlight off of the polished surface, and she began singing along to the lyrics of a song which I found distasteful. Her voice was amazing, but I disliked the song with a passion, considering the fact that it had been Clary's favourite. I decided to block the world out with a song that was actually good, and dug around my pockets before retrieving my phone. I plugged in the earpiece, lightly tapping the 'play' button with my other hand, and closed my eyes, losing myself into the music. Subconsciously, I hummed to the initial beat, before bursting out singing.

How can I say this without breaking
How can I say this without taking over
How can I put it down into words
When it's almost too much for my soul alone

I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell
Yeah it hurts like hell

I don't want them to know the secrets
I don't want them to know the way I loved you
I don't think they'd understand it, no
I don't think they would accept me, no

I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell
Yeah it hurts like hell

Dreams fight with machines
Inside my head like adversaries
Come wrestle me free
Clean from the war
Your heart fits like a key
Into the lock on the wall
I turn it, I turn it
But I can't escape
I turn it over, I turn it over

I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell

I opened my eyes when the song, Hurts like Hell by Fleurie, ended. I realised I had stopped walking altogether, and glanced at Camilla with rose-coloured cheeks. She was staring at me with awe, making me feel even more self-conscious.

"Wow. Your mother told me you were good, but still..." She took a deep breath, exhaled, before extending her hand towards me, "Camilla Cabello. I don't believe we've had a formal introduction. I'm just starting out in the music industry."

I grasped her hand, and shook it firmly,  "Shawn Mendeds. I'm just starting out in music too."

We locked eyes, accessing, evaluating each other, trying to see if anything remotely beneficial towards our careers could possibly spark from our friendship. Finally, her hazel eyes glanced away, instead focusing on our still-shaking hands. Taking the hint, I withdrew it, and she smiled a small smile at me.

"Would you like to collab sometime?" She sung, making the offer all the more tempting.

"Sure," Even if she hadn't sung the last few notes, I would have agreed. Not only was it a good opportunity, but it would take my mind off of Clary, even if it was only for a little while.

"Great," she flashed another grin at me, "Well, I guess it's goodbye for now."

I turned around. I hadn't realise that she lived just a few streets away. Feeling stupid, I examined her house. It was two storeys tall, painted blue and white, with a front porch and a small front garden.

"Wait!" I grabbed her arm, stopping her as she tried to walk past me. She stopped, turning to look at me, and raised her eyebrows. "Your number. I, uh, don't have your number."

She held out her hand, and I dropped my phone in it. She quickly entered her contact number in it,  before handing it back. I saved it, and watched as she strode to the front door. She paused, her hand resting on the door handle, before using her phone. A moment later, I felt mine vibrate, informing me of a notification. I looked down to see that she had texted me.

Bye😚

I smiled, glancing at her. She curtsied, before whipping open her front door. She stepped in, closing it, but not before I sent her a reply:

Bye, Cammi.

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Hey guys!

So... that happened. I'm going to have to rewrite the description for this...

Well, I really have nothing else to say, so good luck for the new year.

*fades into the shadows*