No Promises

Chapter Four

I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, the sunlight streaming through  the shutters and onto my previously fast asleep body. I didn't wast time trying to fight for more sleep, and instead rolled off the bed, closing the shutters.

With a start, the events that had conspired yesterday replayed in my head, and I spun round, but Camilla was gone. Panicking, I dashed down the stairs, feeling oddly claustrophobic by the lack of her presence, finally stopping when I found her in the kitchen, plating my breakfast.

"Uh, hi," I said awkwardly.

She smiled at me, sliding a plate forward. My stomach grumbled loudly as I stared at the stack of pancakes and cup of hot chocolate that she had set out for me.

I smiled appreciatively, mumbling a quick word of thanks before picking up the neccessary utensils and shoveling through the meal, ravenous.

"Hey, you feeling better?" Camilla asked, her voice soft and tender, giving me space.

I nodded sloely, feeling awkward. "Look, about yesterday-"

"It's all right, I understand. You just bottled it all up and you needed to explode. What she did to you..." She paused mid-sentence, wincing as she realised that she shouldn't have brought it up.

I closed my eyes, sucking in my breath as I flashed back to the day that I had found Clary cheating on me. Quickly, I shook my head, pushing that thought away into the depths of my memory. An awkward, tense silence hung in the air, replacing the easy going mood that had been there just seconds before.

"Why are you here? I mean, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but why did you come?" I asked, changing the subject.

Camilla relaxed a little, aware that the storm had passed. "Your mother called me, wanted me to check up on you and made sure you went home, safe and sound, instead of heading out and doing somethibg stupid."

"Everything I do is stupid," I replied, earning a laugh from her, one that was light and airy.

"You did more than that though," I said, staring at my pancakes, "Thank you. I- I just..."

She put her finger to my lips, and I jerked back a little, surprised. She took no notice of that, and instead stood, speaking as she headed over to the sink, both our dishes in tow.

"Quiet. Really, I get it. It's- it's happened to me too, " She was forced to talk a little louder than usual to be heard over the sound of the water gushing out of the tap.

"What happened?" I asked stupidly, impulsively, as Camilla walked back out from the kitchen.

She froze, her expression stony, breathing rapidly, eyes shut  tight and fist clenched in anger as she recalled the events that had transpired, all the whilst leaning against the wall for support. When she finally opened her eyes again, she glanced at me, but her eyes were cold, angry and emotionless at the same time.

"I'd rather not talk about that, thank you very much," Her words were clipped and harsh, tight, warning me that I was still surfing in dangerous waters, and that I should head back to safety.

"I'm sorry," I apologised quickly, feeling slightly afraid of her now that she wasn't exactly her fun and lighthearted self that she had been just a few moments ago, "It was- is- hard on me too."

She walked up to me and extended her hand. I stood, enveloping her fingers in mine. I couldn't help but notice how soft and gentle her fingers were, compared to my rough, long ones.

"You don't talk about my- my misfortune, and I won't talk about yours, deal?"

"Deal," I replied, and we shook on it.

A small smile lit her features and she grinned at me cheekily. "You know, when your mom called me up yesterday, she told me all about Baby Shawnipoo."

"Oh god no," I winced, covering my ears as I prepared for the onslaught of cringe-worthy tales that I didn't want to hear.

"We had a deal about our incidents, but I never said anything about embarrassing baby stories," She smiled wickedly as I backed away in fear.

"Please," I begged, "You don't have to do this. We could always talk about something else!"

"Oh, but I want to talk about it, Shawn," She advanced upon me, raising the volume of her voice as she went on, "I would very much like to talk about how YOU PEED YOUR PANTS DURING YOUR CLASS PHOTO IN 1ST GRADE!"

Her voice resonated around the walls, loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

"Stop," I pleaded, but she was merciless.

"Ooh, and how about the time when DEAR SHAWN ACCIDENTALLY POURED WHIPPED CREAM IN HIS CRUSH'S SCHOOL BAG, INSTEAD OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S!"

I dashed up the stairs,locking myself up in my rooms as she continued on about my endless list of embarrassing events that had occured in my younger days.

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Damn, she's evil. No mercy at all. She seemed so nice yesterday.

By the way, sorry for not updating in a really long while, I just had a lot going on for me regarding schoolwork. Anyways, bye!

*fades into the shadows*