You and Me, Forever

Your Favorite Color Under The Light [6]

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sent 7:36, Shawn: What Are u up to?

sent 7:43, Camila: nothing, chilling at my parents

sent 7:43, Shawn: oh closer than expected

sent 7:43, Shawn: ruined it for myself lol

sent 7:45, Camila: WHAT!!! SHAWN COME BACK!!!

sent 7:45, Camila: Shawn FUCKING Mendes get YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL CASTRATE YOU

sent 7:45, Shawn: I've told u before - not much use if u castrate me

Just as Camila types out another furious message, Shawn is calling her. Her phone brightens up, illuminated by the photo she took of him leaning his face close to her camera, with the brightest of grins. Camila immediately accepts. When she presses the phone to her ear, she realises how much her heart is beating and how much adrenaline is rushing through her. "What do you mean?"

Shawn takes a deep breath before chuckling. He is shaking his head, Camila knows. Chewing on her lower lip, Camila tries to not get frustrated with how much time he is wasting. To occupy herself whilst he speaks, Camila grabs her car keys and walks out of her parents home, headed straight for the car.

"You're my stalker, you should know where I am," Shawn jokes, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Camila's hand still at her car-door handle. She stills herself, hoping that will bring some stability to her. But she is shaking lightly, too much adrenaline rushing through her for her to handle. Camila grows a little nervous, and before she even realises, her mouth is opening up and asking him desperately, "You're not fucking with me, right? Please tell me you're not fucking with me." Her voice has a little bit of pain, however, she cannot help it. Camila's heart is a mess and her mind is a mess and just all of her is a mess right now. All because she knows that he might be home. She might be able to see his face, once again.

"You're going to have to find out," teases the singer who she supposed was to be on tour.

Camila frowns, not liking how cryptic she has been. "Shawn, if this is a joke, I'll stop talking to you."

Shawn laughs. Camila stops, listens and takes it. He sounds melodic when he is speaking, laughing or yelling out to the crowd. "That's going to be a little hard because we talk every day.

That is true. Since day one of his tour, which started three months ago, Shawn and Camila have talked on the phone at least once a day. They would only text if Shawn really did not have any time. But they have gotten used to hearing each other's voice almost every day. So, Shawn is right to say that Camila will have a hard time if they stop talking.

Camila opens her car-door but stops once again. It is too good to be true. He is supposed to be away until the end of this month. There is no way he is already here. Her voice drops, as her heart pushes down the possibility of it being true. Camila tries to not let it slip through her voice, but her words equal to the nervousness she feels, "Please don't mess with me."

Shawn falls silent and Camila takes a deep breath. He is here. And she knows he is about to assure her. "Hey, don't you want to meet me?"

Camila chuckles, her heart bubbling up with happiness and she nods to him but he can't see her. He is here. He is here. She bites onto her lip, wondering what to say to him. "Where are you?"