You and Me, Forever

Still In You [2]

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

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Since this IS a converted story, there will be mistakes and names outta place. Please tell me if you see any in this part. Thank you!

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Spanky calling . .

Camila grunts, swiping her phone up from her desk. Slumping loudly against the back of her chair, she pushes at her feet to make her sink down. Taking the heel of her boot, she scratches at the itch on her ankle.

"Woman, where have you been?" demands Shawn from the end of the line.

Groaning, Camila cranes her neck up, trying to get rid of the pain that had wedged onto her shoulders. "I hate that you've watched Clueless," whines Camila. "I'm going to hang up."

At this, Shawn perks up. "C'mon, Mila , I haven't seen you in a day."

Although her heart flutters, she cannot have him know of it in any capacity. "You just have no one to hang out with is all."

"But I want to hang out with you," Shawn stresses, his voice becoming loving.

"Uh-huh, and I've told you not to call me woman," huffs Camila, rolling her eyes. Luckily, he cannot see her.

After a few seconds, Shawn decides to change the subject. "Are you coming home today?"

"Why do I always have to come over –"

"I'm more fun than you, that's why."

Camila pouts, sitting up straight again. "You called me a woman."

"I did, ten on ten for listening," comments Shawn.

Her blood heats up, coils of irritation whirling in her. "I'm gonna smack you so hard when I see you."

"So, you're coming then?" presses Shawn, voice lathered with glee. Camila calls him Bitch, after which she promptly hangs up.

Turning to her computer once more, Camila glances at her checklist once again.

MEET MRS MENDES AT 4:45 @ pickering home!!!

Her eyes widen, panic settling in. As she attempts at last minute preparations, she reads from her clock that she has less than forty minutes to get to Pickering. Although her work day has come to an end, and Camila could really use a hot bath to soothe her bones, she needs to be at the Mendes' home.

Although she realises she's giving into Shawn's only want, Camila heart also jumps at the thought of meeting him very soon. Shaking her head, she swipes her handbag over her white, turtleneck clad arm and sets off. She waves at the only other employee working under Mrs Mendes. "Bye, Finn!"

"Are you ditching work?" gasps Finn in response, giving her a ginger grin.

"Just ditching you," replies Camila snarkily. She chuckles when he throws away her kiss. A very handsome man, she notes at the last minute, just as she turns away from him.

Making her way to her small car, she sets the stick in reverse, pulling out of her parking space.

Her ride to the Mendes' home is quite mellow. Usually, unfortunately, she'd be feeling a little giddy at the thought of all the shit her and Shawn are going to do. She'd push it away, tell herself to calm down and not be so excited. Sometimes, she fears she loves him more than he loves her. Even platonically.