Texts | Shawmila |

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| a week later... |

Camila: Shawn? Buttercup?

Camila: have you forgotten about me?

Camila: how about our beach wedding?

Camila: who else will call me Mrs. Mendes...? (Actually, I can bribe my sis for that but nvm)

Camila: you said I'm beautiful (P.S: I'm holding onto that statement until my last breath)

Camila: you even said I'm one of the most beautiful faces out there

Camila: so where are you now?

Camila: did you said that to me just because you want to get rid of me?

Camila: am I too annoying?

Camila: or I'm just another no one trying to get in your life?

Camila: your fans are missing you too, where are you now?

Camila: either way, I hope you are okay. I hope nothing serious happened to you, because a lot of people will be so devastated and you know when they investigate they'll see it's me who keeps on texting you for the past few days they might think it's me who did something bad to you and that means a lot of people will hate me and come on my way they will start sending me death threats and dead everything then cops will probably come and get me and send me in jail noooo and oh my gosh probably some psycho will get me and oh my goshhh I could see myself murdered in a dark alley in 13th street eyes wide open in horror blood all over me smearing my clothes and then—

Shawn is typing...

Camila: OH MY GOD

Camila: it's not time to play with me two stupid little eyes

Camila: FOCCC MOM DAD SIS LOOK IS HE EVEN REAL

Shawn: Hello, madam.

Camila: BUTTERCUPPP

Shawn: sorry to disappoint, this isn't your 'buttercup'

Camila is typing...

Shawn: This is FBI, we are here to investigate Mendes sudden disappearance. You are one on his contact list that he last talked to. I'm sorry to interferee but I saw your last messages and they sounded suspicious. If you may, open the door, we've sent agents to come and get you.

Camila: wtf

Camila: Shawn is missing!!?!?!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!???!!

Camila: FOR REAL

Camila: I'm dead

Shawn is typing...

Camila: and omg it's not mee don't go here

Camila: I'm innocent

Camila: well... sometimes depends

Shawn: open your door, ma'am.

[There's a quiet knock on the door, instantly alarming Camila. She got up from her sitting position, swallowing a lump in her throat as she slowly creep towards the door]

Camila: y'all won't hurt me right? it will be just a simple interrogation and stuff like that right?...

Shawn: open up, I promise I won't hurt you, ever

[Biting at her lip, Camila reached for the door knob. Deciding that what she believes the FBI will not harm her (though she had 911 ready on her speed dial just in case), she took a deep breath and twisted the knob until it slowly open. Her eyes grew wide, knocking the air inside her lungs, he stood there in his hoodie with a smile.]

Hii! Sorry, sorry, haven't been updating for a long time going against my promise. I'm really sorry, I just got a little busy and you know.. Sooo, anyway...

Who's still here with me?

Aww, to you, thank you! I love you and I miss you! Thank you so much for reading, hope you liked the update!

See we're getting at it now...
Any thoughts?

P.S: I'm very open for suggestions ;)