You and Me, Forever

Your Favorite Color Under The Light [5]

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When morning comes, Camila's eyes flicker open to find Shawn's nose pressed into her cheek, his lips hovering hers as he sleeps peacefully. She blinks out the crustiness from her eyes, before picking at the remnants of her sleep. She tips her head away and yawns loudly before looking back at Shawn. He huffs, moving closer and squishing his nose again, against her cheek. He blubbers something out and Camila softly smiles, brings her hand up and runs a hand through his hair.

Her heart is hammering in her chest and she realises that she is beginning to like him very much and that is uncommon for her. They have not known each other for long but she is seriously beginning to choke on air every time he is around. Sighing, Camila gets out of bed, unknown to the possible solutions that can be made from having a situation as such. She sits on her bed, looking over her shoulder at the boy who is making her feel so much.

The thing is Camila wants to feel remorse for him. She wants to not like him because quite certainly, she does not see the point in liking someone at this point of her life. It was not that she never wanted a boyfriend nor did she want a boyfriend — it's confusing, however, she was just out here trying to live her life and let what happens come to her. She has spent much time on overthinking life and that was not best for her. Living life this way is simpler and less of a burden.

So, when she looks over her shoulder, she smiles, letting her heart feel what it wants. If she truly wants to live by letting whatever happens happen, Camila needs to accept that this is an element of it. Pursing her lips, she looks out of the window of her small apartment. Maybe Camila is not all okay with what is happening. She is going to control how she feels (If only she knew she ends up marrying him then.) Dependence has never been her thing and she will never allow it to become her thing.

Drowning in her thoughts, the young woman misses the groan that escapes the boy laid out behind her. What she does feel is a press of fingers to her waist that makes her jolt. Looking behind her, she smiles, trying to let her instincts stay to a minimum. She attempts to regulate them and allows her fingers to run through his hair before her forefinger taps against his cheek.

His hair is an unruly mess, spilling over his forehead. He's lying diagonally, head beside her hip, and face half pressed into the mattress. Camila smiles, trying to understand what is going through his head — because her head is a mess. He mumbles something before moving his head side to side, to adjust against the sheets. "Morning," Camila smiles, bringing her hand back to her lap, whilst he stays pressed against her waist. He sniffles, acknowledging her greeting and pressing his nose to her waist for a brief second before dropping his head back onto the mattress. She attempts to get up but he's whining out about how his head hurts. It only makes her roll her eyes at him. "You're going to need breakfast to begin to cure what you've been drinking."

Shawn lifts his head off the mattress, looking at her with droopy eyes, "I handle my alcohol better than you, thank you very much."

Gasping dramatically, she argues, "Fake news!"

Shawn flops onto his back, looking at her upside down from his position on the bed. "You're fake news! Do you want to dance to Locked Out of Heaven again?"

Camila walks to the foot of the bed. She presses her hands on either side of his head, before bending over and leaning down. Her face hovers his. "You don't know how to dance for shit."