Treat You Better (Shawn Mendes Fan-Fic) -COMPLETED

nineteen

please do excuse the mistakes below. since many of you are already flooding my inbox with 'please updates' ive decided to feel sympathy for you guys haha just kidding. since i have 'till chapter twenty written, ive decided that tyb will end inevitably and that i should accept fate as is. mwahahaha so here's chapter 19, fellow armies!

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We stared at each other for a moment. I let the fact that I had kissed Camila again, and that she kissed me back on New Year's Eve sink in.

I smiled at her before kneeling on one knee. "Camila, you have no idea how long I wanted to do this. And you have no idea how much I love you. So would you please do the honors of being the blueberries to my muffins?"

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" she chuckled.

"No.", I placed on a smirk, "But I'm going to ask again. Will you, Karla Camila Cabello soon to be Mendes, be the blueberry to my muffin?"

"Call me Karla again and I'm going to be the poison berries to your muffins."

"So is that a yes?" I lifted a brow up. "My knee is getting sore."

She rolled her eyes, chuckling. "Get up."

"I'm not getting up with no answers."

"Fine," she smirked. "Yes, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, I will be the blueberry to your muffin."

I stood up slowly, grinning before placing my lips against hers once again. No words were said afterwards our first kiss as girlfriend-boyfriend as I slung an arm over her shoulder and stole a kiss on her cheek. She giggle softly before pinching my cheek.

I sent a text to Mom and Alejandro that we'd be spending the night with Aaliyah here because the snow was already getting thick tonight.

Aaliyah and Camila would sleep together in Dylan's room while I was to sleep in their guest room.

I could hear their chatters through the thin walls. I grabbed the nearest pillow beside me and placed it on my face.

*giggles*

That was it. I sat up and slipped onto the guest slippers before making my way across the hall. "Aaliyah, Camila, open up."

Aaliyah opened the door after a few seconds. "You just interrupted Camila's story of how—"

I did not want to hear my sister tease me on how I was so sweet and whatnot. Of course Camila would tell Aaliyah.

"Just keep it down, okay?" I said, trying to steal a glance at Camila who appeared to be no where.

"Are you looking for Camila?" my sister squealed.

"No," I lied. "I was looking at your boyfrie—I mean best friend's room. It could be full of nu—"

"Okay, stop. Dylan is not like—"

"Okay, okay." I interrupted. "I'm really sleepy and just keep it down and let me sleep."

She rolled her eyes. "Will you ever let me finish?"

"No." I chuckled. "Now go to sleep."

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"You know, you're much more adorable when you're asleep. You look like an innocent puppy."

I open an eye to see Camila wearing nothing but a very short and must I say revealing bathrobe. "Like what you see?"

I opened both eyes only to see a smirking Camila leaning against the door with her arms crossed.

She did not.

"You did not," I beat her before she could even reply as I sat up.

She smirked and cocked her brows at me.

Oh God.

She was acting like me as Aaliyah described me in her fictional story.

I was most definitely not a bad boy.

"Come on," she said laughing, "seeing your reaction made it worth it. You know I had to practice that with Aaliyah all night? Do you know how hard it is to do that without laughing?"

"You're stupid." a smile made its way onto my lips.

"Take that back." Camila placed a hand on her chest, feigning hurt.

"Never." I chuckled.

"You will take that back." Camila said, grabbing a pillow near her before throwing it at me.

"Never!" I shouted, hitting her with a pillow as well.

She got up to the bed as she grabbed the last pillow but before she could even throw it at me I charged at her and started tickling her.

I landed on top of her and for a brief moment we had stared into each other's eyes, forgetting our pillow fight.

"Hey, it's time for bre—oh, I'm sorry.", Aaliyah bursted into a fit of giggles. "Well, I guess continue whatever you guys were doing then."

"Well," I said awkwardly chuckling as I got off her. "Let's eat?"

"Yeah. I'll change of clothes then yeah," her cheeks reddened, "let's eat."