Keep Me Coming For You (A Shawmila FanFic)

I Hope It Meant Something To You

~Shawn's POV~

—Two months later—

I stood by my tent set up by the lake. The sun was setting. I shook my head and ran my hands through my hair. I'd gone over it in my head 16 times now.

I couldn't go back.

Even if Camila was still waiting for me, what would I say? Sorry, I've haven't been back or talked in a few months. I've been on the road living my dream and getting a once-in-a-lifetime record deal. I hope you can forgive me. That'd be a douche move added onto the fact I never ended up playing our song at a show yet. The lyric pages are folded up next to that old headlining newspapers still.

She's never take me back after all this. No doubt Rosie probably put salt in the wound by saying I've done this before. But this time it's different. I want to go back to see her and continue this. I missed her conversations, silky hairy, sassy swagger, glistening eyes, smooth touch, and enchanting voice. Come, Shawn! You're 21 now. Respond like a responsible adult that you are!

I ran over to an old payphone down the street and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years. As it rang, my palms got sweaty. If I wanted to fix anything, this had to be the first step.

"Hello?"

My blood went cold. I swallowed, ready to speak but nothing came out.

"Who is this?"

Come on, voice. Why get cold feet here and not on stage?

"How did you get this number?"

  She was going to hang up. I had to say something. I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. I breathed out one word.

"Sis."

The line was silent. Why did I say it like that? For all she knew I probably sounded like I was kidnapped.

"Sh-sh-sh...Shawn?" I heard her sob from the other side. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Mhm-mhm...it's me, Aaliyah." I forced out.

"Oh my god. I-I-It's really you-u-u!" She sobbed.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I covered my hand over my mouth. I didn't want her to hear me crying too. She sounded so different, so much older. How old was she a again? Right, 16. Wait, she's 16 now?? Oh, god, did I feel homesick.

I heard Aaliyah catch her breath and sniffle a little before she spoke. "I'm surprised you remembered my phone number after all these years."

"It was the only number I've considered calling for the past two months now."

"Oh...well, why's that?"

"Well, sis...I met a girl."

"...really? Where are you at? Maybe I can—"

"I'm in Florida."

"WHAT?"

"Yep."

"How did you get down there?"

"I took a bicycle."

"Wha..? Shawn!"

"Just kidding, I bought a motorcycle."

"Oh...so, how warm is it down there?"

I shook my head. "Very. Listen, Aaliyah. I just need some advice."

I told her my situation. About Camila, the song, the record deal, everything. It was probably a good thing since our parents still hadn't heard from me in three years, so at least they were getting some good news. However, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched now that my sister knew my location. I needed to wrap up quick.