𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒 | 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

So long

A/n
Thank you hemoji2019 for the great idea! (I'd also like to thank cliche movies and books too)

He truly was my favourite person. We were inseparable and so were our parents. Ever since I was 15, my mama and papa would tell me that he was the one. I always ignored those thoughts, not wanting to ruin the best thing I've ever had.

"Camz! These are so good!" The Curly haired seven year old smiled, flipping through the scrapbooks Camila filled with her photographs that she took with her new camera she got for her birthday. "Shawny, I wanna do this when I'm older," she sighed, closing the scrapbook, lying down on the freshly cut green grass in Shawn's backyard, "do what?" He did the same, lying down next to her. "Photography."

"Ugh!" Camila set her camera down and muttered curse words to herself. At 16, she thought she'd be able to contain her emotions by now. "What's wrong?" She knew that voice, it was her best friend, Shawn Mendes. "I can't get a good picture of this stupid flower," she flicked the flower, slightly. He gave her a sympathetic smile, "I'll help," he strutted over to the flower, posing childishly beside it. She chuckled, he always knew how to make her laugh. "How'd they turn out?" He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at the pictures. "Damn, I look good!" Shawn winked, "facts!" She joked before running into the house.

"Mila, honey, he's the one." Is all she'd her from her parents and more often than not, Shawn's parents.

But now, she was all alone in her dorm, wondering why they had drifted. They promised each other that once they left for college, they'd keep in touch. It didn't last very long. He was on his way to becoming a songwriter by now. He was probably happy. As for Camila, she was a wreck without him. Besides her good grades and great photographic skills, she was a mess. He always taught her to be the best version of herself but without him, it was difficult to even like being herself.

"Wifey, we have class soon! We can't be late!" Her roommate barged into the room, dragging Camila out the door. Camila wasn't in the mood for Ariana's positive words. She just wanted to sit in her room and cry. "See, we came during what appears to be rush hour!" She joked as they squirmed around the busy halls. Camila hit a shoulder, it hurt like hell, especially for Camila's small body. All her books fell out of her hands and she had already lost Ariana, perfect.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she heard a deep voice, worryingly call out to her, she didn't see his face yet, still occupied with her injury. "It's all good." She took his hand that had been reached out for her to take. She looked up at his face and everything froze. She knew he felt the same way by the shocked look on his face. It felt like years before Camila had the guts to say something first, "S-Shawn?" She questioned not sure if she was dreaming.

He looked different in an amazing way. He was strongly built, his jawline sharper, his hair longer and his arms, muscular and tatted. If she didn't think he was handsome before, he certainly was now. "Mila," his breath was shaky. Her heart fluttered at the nickname. "What are you doing here?" She felt the tears prickle her eyes, "I wanted to be with you," he whispered, pulling her body closer to his. "I can't stand not talking to you. I can't stand not touching you and I can't stand not seeing your face daily. I think about you every second of every day and it would feel wrong to not come and transfer," she saw the tear fall from his eye but she quickly wiped it away along with hers.

He wasn't done yet. Not until he got how he truly felt out, "Camila, I'm in love with you. I hate that it took me so long to say it. I've been in love with you before I even knew what love was. I know because of you and there's no one like you, I love you." He caressed her cheek. Neither of them caring at the stares or how late they were to their lessons. "I love you too," she let out a gasp and held onto his wrists that were close to her face, "kiss me," she whispered, fluttering her eyes closed and smiled at the contact to her lips.

"What do you want to do, babe?" Shawn winked, "take me to your dorm." She mumbled into his ear, walking ahead of him.

A/n
Did this suck? Idk. It's 3am. fkekkzksoskd help.