You and Me, Forever

When You're Ready

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This is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.

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This was supposed to be up daysssss ago but it took me forever to convert, check grammer and spelling, and to type it up so here ya go:

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She is stupid. Camila is plain stupid. She has no idea why she even bothered to show up. It's not like she has a plan – she has zero plans. She has zero plans on how she is going to control her heartbeat, stop her palms from sweating or even what to say when she sees him.

But after Jon practically begged her a week ago to come to the get together, Camila did not have the heart to say no. She fucking wishes she did.

Gulping, she tugs at the checkered skirt adorning her hips, hands tightening on the red solo cup in her hand as she continuously scans the small crowd – just friends. She is in the living room with her best friend, and has been for the past hour – however, she is not much with them as she is standing next to them. Camila's nervousness is causing her overthink and when she overthinks, she becomes almost observant of every little detail around her.

The only detail she is trying to spot, however, is Shawn fucking Mendes.

Camila would be a shameless liar if she refuses that her borderline loves Shawn. Like, actually in love with him, romantic feelings and all. After not having spoken to him for a good five months, Camila has no idea how she is to behave around him.

It kind of sucks for her, being borderline in love with him – it's all one-sided.

She groans, thinking about how she could be back at her apartment, possibly doing something more useful – like writing that International Economics essay that's due in two days (3000 thousand words? Worry not, prof.) She should have stayed back home, worrying about university work instead of coming to this party (more specifically, meeting him, again).

Taking a deep breath, Camila decides that she needs to relax. Just as she goes to turn her attention to her beer, she spots him. He's laughing with Ian, both of them slapping each other's arms. She smiles, looking at how the Saint Laurent white t-shirt he loves so much, hangs on him. She missed him, she is not going to lie.

Momentarily, she wonders if it's possible to still borderline love someone you have not met in the past five months. It was not much Shawn staying away than her.

Camila and Shawn met around two years ago at one of her university's parties – one where his friend decided to sneak him into. They met through mutual friends and although they are not best friends, they are (/were) awfully close. Up until last year November, they texted pretty flirtatiously.

But then she supposes he got a girlfriend, Hailey, so she kept her talks with him minimal. It hurt her but there is not much she could do about it. In the back of her mind, Camila always knew that Shawn will find someone who isn't like her – ordinary – and more like him – status.

She spent the months following on from November questioning why she ever flirted back. It was definitely not like they were ever going to become something. He is Shawn Mendes and she is plain Camila Cabello. No 'the', no status.

He is a genuine person...always checked up on her, even when she decreased the amount of talking. She felt guilty about it but then quickly reminded herself that there was no point in spending time talking to him so attentively. She needed to treat him more like a friend rather than someone she is borderline in love with.