You and Me, Forever

How Long Have You Been Standing There?

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

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Camila's POV

"YOU CAN'T WALK THE STREETS AT NIGHT" I sang, or more like screamed, as I danced around the kitchen in an oversized shirt that may or may not have once been Shawn's and a pair of shorts.

It was a lazy Sunday and Shawn was at the studio finishing some last minute touches before his first song from his new album was released tonight. To celebrate I decided to make him some celebratory chocolate chip muffins. I was about halfway through putting the mixture into the muffin tins when Show You came on shuffle.

"No I'm not, No I'm not, they tryna tell me that I" I sing in a low pitched voice trying to replicate Shawn's voice. I nod my head to the beat, pausing with the mixture to lean over and turn the music up on my phone.

"DO i gotta SHOW YOU, GUESS I gotta SHOW YOU," I laugh, batter missing the tin from my hand moving as I danced.

"Oh gotta sing this bit," I say more to myself. I freeze facing the window as I quickly sing along to the fast paced verse.

"Do i really gotta show you now? Really, really, really gotta show you now?"

I turn to face the other side dramatically, unable to keep a smile at bay at my weird dancing, something I wouldn't be doing if I knew anyone could see me.

"DO I really gotta spell it out? I-T I SPELLED IT OUT" I laugh beginning to dance more. "If you really want to see me now watch me walk across the shit," I stop, freezing as Shawn comes into view when I spun around.

I awkwardly freeze, placing one hand on the counter, staring at the ground.

"How long have you been standing there?" I ask, looking up at him, brushing back the pieces of hair that fell out of my bun that were tickling my face.

"Since the start of Show you," he says smirking. "Love the dance moves baby,"

I jokingly glared at him, knowing he was just teasing. He was just as bad a dancer as I was. We both seem to realize the music was still playing.

"Don't stop on my account," he motions for me to keep dancing.

"Go back to work," I say cheekily, rolling my eyes and turning to the mixture again.

"Can't, you'd miss my company too much. That's why you were listening to my voice, to hear me," Shawn laughs as I scoff.

"Don't flatter your ego too much," He walks up behind me, resting his chin on my left shoulder, his hands holding the bench either side of me.

"I already have you to do that for me sweetie," He chuckles kissing my cheek. He notices the precooked muffins. "You're making me muffins?" he asks excitedly.

"They're celebratory muffins for your song release tonight. I know you worked hard so I wanted to do something special for you." I turn to meet his eyes before looking back to the mixture. "You came home earlier then expected though so they're not cooked yet,"

"I knew I fell in love with you for a good reason," Shawn says, nuzzling his face in my neck.

"Mm, pretty sure there aren't hundreds of other girls willing to bake for you," I say sarcastically, feeling his throat vibrate with a chuckle.

"I only want you though," He right hand squeezes my hip gently. "But seriously, thank you so much for this Camila, you didn't have to bake for me. Having you here is good enough," he kisses the corner of my mouth. I smirk at him.

"You're welcome Shawn,"

"I don't know how I'm going to eat them all," He says jokingly.

"If you don't want them I'll give them to Jenny and the kids next door- I mean I'm sure they would love them-" he glares at me.

"Don't you even think about it," 

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