You and Me, Forever

Fighting

Disclaimer: THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME

Feeling generous today so here's another imagine. Also, ignore da crappy title please, couldn't come up with a good one.

This is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.                                              Link of the original imagine: https://shawnjpeg.tumblr.com/post/179962179365/here-we-go-back

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"Real fucking mature, asshole!" Camila yells, crossing her hands over her chest, hands trembling in anger.

The darkness reflects their minds, only lit up by the distant streetlights and the lamp stuck to the outside of the Mendes household.

"Quit, whining, Camila," Shawn chuckles.

Camila rolls her eyes. "How is this any of my fault?"

"Oh, fuck off, man," Shawn grumbles, slinking into his seat, hands falling off the steering wheel. "It's a small thing and I said I will do it later!"

"You're not home, Shawn! For the time that you are, I expect you to do things around the house! At least pick up your fucking clothes! Do the washing! Do the laundry! Do one of those things, Shawn, don't make me feel like I live alone!" Camila argues, reminding him of what the argument is really about.

Shawn looks at her, face flushed red by the anger coursing through his blood. He almost sneers at her. Camila rolls her eyes, unfazed by his aggression. His curls flop over his forehead, a clear sign of stress, since he has been tugging at them none-stop for the past five minutes. "So now this is about me not being at home enough?"

"Gosh, why do you have to be like this? It's not about your job, Shawn, this is about you not doing your part of living together!" Camila clarifies, her voice picking up its volume once more.

Shawn huffs, imitating her by crossing his arms over his chest. Camila glances at him and takes it up as him mocking her, fueling the rage in her further. She bites her tongue, not wanting to say anything regretful. She does not want to hurt him, she just wants to make him understand, but the fucking dumbass just won't!

"We've been living together for almost two years now, you've never been bothered by this before!"

"Before you used to listen, Shawn! You used to come home and do the normal things. Now, you just ––"

There's a knock on the window of their car.

A cute face presses it's nose against the glass, grinning, oblivious to the tension radiating on the inside of the vehicle. Camila takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and leaning her back against the door. It's Aaliyah.

She brings her hands up to rub at her face, wipe away any traces of anger, when Shawn rolls down the window. Rude.

"Mom made ravioli. Figured your dumbass –" Camila snorts at this, "– might want some," Aaliyah finishes, sparing a quick glance at Camila.

"We'll be there, Liyah," Shawn mumbles, not daring to meet his sister's eyes. He's a sucker for her and one look at her will make him go inside. He wants to sort this out first.

"Oh, come on, you guys can triple X it up later, can we go inside so your little sister can stop starving?" Aaliyah whines, poking her head through the rolled down window.

"Of course, lets go," Camila quietly says, unstrapping her seatbelt.

Shawn's palm presses flat against Aaliyah's forehead and he pushes her out. "Nope!" Aaliyah yells out a swear at him, upset that he is acting like this.