You and Me, Forever

Against The Universe

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"Shawn Peter Raul, get your ass back here!" Camila yells, her voice sounding loudly through the hallways backstage. Her legs are pushing quickly against the floor, her backstage pass swinging around her neck. For fuck's sake, it's already so hot outside! Although she is wearing a dress, white to not absorb the sunlight, Camila feels a thin layer of sweat forming on the back of her neck.

To be fair, she has been at this for the past five minutes. It all started when Shawn decided to act like a fucking man-child.

"Thirty minutes to curtain call!" she hears Jake yell as she runs past him, Brian and Andrew, who's somewhere between angry and thoroughly amused.

It's in times like this, when Camila is running after Shawn, that she really wonders why she took up the job of being his personal assistant. Then again, she really wants to have a job like Andrew's - not specifically his with Shawn but she wants to be a tour manager. Camila loves music, loves traveling, loves scheduling and she absolutely loves being in charge. But for her to get there, she needs to climb up the hierarchy. And, so, once again, here she is: the personal assistant of Shawn Peter Raul Mendes - has been for the past year.

Apparently, the Shawn Mendes crew really needed a girl on their team. However, Andrew also wanted someone youthful. And so, Camila, at age twenty, nearing her twenty-first, got the job, amongst the other candidates, some even in their forties.

She momentarily looks at her feet, wondering if they can go any faster. When she looks up, Camila has no sight of the pop star. Groaning, she realises, that this makes her run faster.

No one is really sure why Shawn decided to be a pain, thirty minutes before curtain call. Usually, right about now, he would be harmonising in his dressing room, with Camila listening to him.

Well, she knows he is being a pain in the ass because of the bickering the both of them have been doing. It began this morning, with Shawn messing up her hair at breakfast and then propping his feet up in her lap - whilst she was wearing her white dress. So, she got him back for it, threatening to post a funny picture of him to his Instagram with a caption reading, 'I'm a hot mami. Hmu.' So, he retorted, holding her phone up high in his hand with a picture of her drooling, ready to post it to her Instagram. It wouldn't have been so bad, given her Instagram is private with only two-hundred followers. Then, it was the simple things: when they were having a meeting, he would continuously kick at her feet and record everything they all were talking about - even his father did not enjoy him recording everything. In response, she added a lot of sugar in his black coffee, but then gave him a good cup because it was kind of her job to do that.

"Got to be faster!" Camila hears a yell for her. This fuels her annoyance and she takes off even faster in the direction of the voice.

When she takes a turn, she spots Shawn jogging now. "Like you can ever keep up the pace!" Camila retorts, hoping he gets the sexual innuendo. She is nearing him now.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" he yells back, hand adjusting his baseball cap on his head. She does not understand how he is not dying. He is dressed in a white Champion hoodie and it is fucking hot both in the arena and outside.

And that makes her near him. Camila knows that with his built body, it is going to be hard to keep him in her arms if she catches him. So, instead, she grabs onto his shoulders and jumps onto him.