You and Me, Forever

The Fight [3]

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Camila's POV

One quick trip over someone's foot was all it took for my chocolate chip muffin to go falling to the floor. I freeze, watching it splatter, feeling my mood fall just like my chocolate treat.

"Great," I mumble, picking the muffin by the wrapper and putting it back in the bag it came in.

"I'm sorry I tripped you Camila," a voice speaks, pulling my back to reality. My head snaps up to the face, knowing that voice in a heartbeat.

"Shawn," I stammer, my heart thudding as I realise he's standing right in front of me, looking just as good as the last time I saw him, which was the day we broke up. He's been on tour for the past 9 or so months, the music and fans being a capable distraction from our broken relationship- or that's what I thought.

"I can buy you a new muffin, I know you like them," Shawn comments, smiling gently.

"Um," I look away, still in disbelief that the man I've been longing for since he broke up with me was right there. He gives me a hopeful look.

"Please," He pouts slightly, my eyes drawn to his puffed out lip.

"Sure," I say, immediately regretting the decision straight away, knowing it will just end up in pain for me.

"Awesome," he smiles brightly, turning back to the bakery door I had just come out from and holding the door open for me.

"I'll go get you a muffin while you find a seat," Shawn says, nudging me to the seated area and I move my legs even though they feel like they're stuck in concrete.

I sit down, having chosen the table in the corner, against the window, admiring the street outside and the cars driving by quickly.

"One chocolate muffin for the lady," Shawn says teasingly, placing the heated item in front of me before taking a seat across from me. He folds his arms across his chest, leaning back in the chair and his eyes stay glued to me.

I cut the muffin open, taking a bite. My eyes slide over to meet Shawn's and I shyly offer him a piece. Slowly he leans over, taking a piece and chewing it, eyes never leaving my glance.

"Can I just say, you two are the cutest couple I have ever seen," I look up at the sound to see an older lady, probably 50 or so, her hands clasped together in delight.

"We-" I go to say but Shawn cuts me off.

"Thank you, it means a lot to us," he grins at her and she pats his shoulder before turning away.

"Shawn." I growl, glaring sharply at him. "We aren't together anymore? Remember? In fact you broke it off, right over on that table just there to be precise," I point behind me, not wanting to look back and relive one of the worst moments in my life.

"I know I did. I also know that it was the worst decision of my life." He says, remorse filtering through his eyes.

"Sure," I snort, taking another bite of my food.

"Please, Camila, believe me. I had a reason for doing what I did," He looks pained, eyes searching mine, willing for me to understand- understand something, I don't know what.

"And what reason was that Shawn, You told me you didn't want me." I gulp, tears threatening to fall but I blink them away.

"I swear upon my life, there is nothing I want more than you. Breaking up was the stupidest decision of my life. I had to do it though," he reaches out his hand to rest it on mine but I jerk it back as soon as I hear that.

"Excuse me?" I ask, drawing back from him.

"They told me that our relationship wasn't good for my career, because I was dating someone, I wasn't selling as much as I could. I didn't care about how much money I made, I care about the music- and you," he holds my gaze, his dark eyes staring into mine.

"So when I said I couldn't do that to our relationship they made me work longer hours to produce more music for the fans. I didn't realise then that it would have to end up sacrificing my relationship for a few extra hours. I knew I was hurting you, I could see it in your face, the tours, the long hours,"

I nod slowly at his words, finally being able to listen to him talk about his side of the story, understanding the hurt he was talking about.

"Then the year long tour came and I decided to do what I thought was best for you,"

"And that was breaking it off with me?" I ask, putting my hand on top of his.

He looks at me gratefully, "I was stupid, I thought I was making a correct decision and that you deserved someone who would actually have time for you or had people telling me to break up with you," he grips my hand back tightly.

"Shawn," I mumble, stroking his thumb softly. "You should have talked to me,"

"I know, but I feel like this was meant to happen? Us separating for the moment I mean. I've grown a lot over these past couple of months from tour and I feel that through that, our relationship will be stronger than before,"

"You think?" I ask softly.

"I never even thought of someone else after we parted, I couldn't, I was too caught up on you, even now. This was fate Camila- you and me running into each other today," He looks so sure that I couldn't help but believe him.

"If I said I wanted to give us another shot-" I begin.

"I will do anything for you to give me another chance," Shawn says, bringing my hand up to his lips as he kisses my knuckles softly.

"You have to promise to talk to me okay? and I want to start a fresh, clean slate," I ask, worried filling my eyes.

"I promise I will, If that's what you want, that's what we'll do," He says grinning at me, happiness shining in his smile.

"Then let's give us another go," I confirm, my nerves about our rekindled relationship seeming to fly out the window at his effort to give us a try.

"Thank you Camila, so much," Shawn says softly.

"I want to try again," I reply, reaching for the last piece of muffin to realise it's gone. I look up at Shawn to see him stuffing the last piece in his mouth.

"Shawn!"

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