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Chapter 25

~Camille~
We just walked around the neighbourhood, not talking. Just taking in the moment of everything. It took me a little while to notice we were around the park. I'm starting to realize that I love this park. Too much.
"Come on! Let's go to the park!" I say.
"Your a kid." He chuckled.
"But I'm your kid." I reply.
"True." He said, satisfied. I laughed at his comment. Sometimes this boy can be the most adorable person ever. We walked around the park, passing the playgrounds. All the kids seemed so happy playing around.
"I want kids like that someday." Shawn said.
"The kids that are so playful and happy." I said. He rolled me to a bench and he sat down beside me, so we were equal sizes.
"So, my parents want me to go to home for a while, for my birthday. I told them only if you and Esther could come." He said. I smiled.
"So you wanna go?" He asked.
"Sure." I say. He smiles.
"My mom said that you guys would have to stay in my old bedroom though." He said.
"That's fine, brah." I say. The thought of our old home made me think of what we used to do there.
"No, not the brah thing!" He whined. We went through this stage, where we would call everyone 'brah' because we though we were hipster. Yeah, we were just messed up 8th graders.
"Anyway, I would very much enjoy going back to see your family. Maybe we can go back to our favourite places in Toronto. And I miss Aaliyah a lot." I say. He grabbed my face and just looked at it.
"Uh, watcha doin'?" I asked.
"Looking at your beautiful face." He said. I blushed, then turned my head away so he couldn't see.
"I'm not beautiful." I say.
"Course you are. There is two reasons why I love you." He said.
"And those are?" I ask.
"Your amazing personality that is just to sweet, and the way you are. Your beauty, and your heart." I blushed and turned away again. He was going to protest when a girl came up to us.
"Oh my god! Your Shawn Mendes!" She squealed. Shawn stood up and hugged the girl, who was so excited she was crying. I love how Shawn cares for his fans so much. It makes me want to cry.
The girl looked at me. Her jaw dropped.
"And your Camille Shane!" She squealed. I smiled.
"Actually I had a mix up with my last name. I'm pretty sure it's Collins now." I say. She smiles anyway.
"Your so amazing." She says. I have my own tears forming in my eyes. I open my arms for a hug, and she just cries harder. She hugs me like she would have hugged a celebrity.
"Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
"Sarah." She says.
"Beautiful." I say. She cups her hands over her mouth.
"I love both of you so much." She says.
"Can I get a picture?" She asks. We nod. I ask some random lady walking by if she can take a picture of us. Thankfully this lady ain't a bitch. She takes a picture for Sarah, and Sarah says goodbye.
"Wow, I've never met such an amazing fan." Shawn said. He looked amazed.
"I've never met a fan." I say, even more amazed.

"You must feel great." He said. I smiled. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly swiped it away.

"Hey, wanna go to our place?" He asked.

"I won't be able to climb." I say, disappointed.

"I have made a solution for that problem." He said. He started running, pushing my wheelchair in front of him. He made it to the tree, and I say a tire swing. It was attached to a rope, that was tied to a branch above.

"Come on." He said. He carefully picked me up and brought me to the swing. He put my legs through to hole, and told me to hold on. He started climbing the tree, up to his platform.

"Watcha doing?" I yell at him, up in the tree.

"Wait and see." He replied. Then I started lifting upwards. I looked up and saw Shawn pulling me up on the rope. I looked around, smiling at what was around me. He pulled me up to the platform. I just sat in the swing, floating. We looked at each other, just admiring each other.

"I never, want this day to end." I say.

"But we must, if we want to keep going." He said.

"Your so philosophical. Have fun!" I say. He shakes his head.

"I gotta be careful, for your safety. To much has happened." I frowned.

"But my parents are locked up. We're safe." I say. He lets out a sigh.

"Maybe I let loose once and a while.." He said. He looked around our surroundings.

"Beautiful." I say. He nods. He slips a pocket knife out of his pocket.

"You ain't gonna murder me, right?" I questioned.

"No!" He exclaimed. He went over to the tree trunk. He started carving something. I saw him carve a CC+SM in a heart. Cheesy.

"Dude, that's so cliché!" I say. He chuckles.

"To bad." He said. He came over beside where I was hanging, and grabbed one of my hands. He just played with it in his hands, looking at my fingers and palm. He's weird.

"So, when we gonna leave for Toronto?" I ask.

"Next week. My mom wants a lot of time. We might just stay for a week though." He said.

"Okay. Enough for me and Aaliyah to catch up. Man I miss my little friend." I say. He looks up at me and pouts.

"You like her more than me? Cuz that's just plain rude!" I laugh at my bestfriend. Or my boyfriend. Both.

"No I like you more. I just need to talk to another girl that isn't Jocelyn, who is all up with Nash, or Esther, who is just still a small girl." I say. He looks at my hand and kisses it softly.

"I hope my parents like us together." He says. I'm puzzled for a while.

"They don't know?" I ask. I though Shawn posted stuff about us on twitter. I thought Aaliyah would have told them about us.

"I told Aaliyah to keep it a secret. I wanted to tell then myself" He says.

"Ooohhh. Okay." I say.

"Let's go home. I'm tired." He said. He slowly untied the rope and let me to the ground.