𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒 | 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

Smooth Sailing

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF 'YOUNGBLOOD' AND 'SOMEONE WHO ISN'T HIM'

Hope that last imagine didn't kill you a little that it wasn't as much of a happy ending as it should've been.

Enjoy;)

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It's been a few months since their encounter at the bar and if Shawn was being honest, it was bothering him.

They decided that it would be a good idea to start hanging out together as friends do but it was pushing Shawn's imaginary buttons.

Sexual tension was there, too. Camila was always a flirt and it didn't help that she was drop dead gorgeous doing anything and everything.

His love for Camila only grew stronger and he didn't even know that it was humanly possible. He had no idea that loving someone could hurt so bad because when he was with Camila, nothing hurt him. Nothing could pain him besides Camila's pain that he caused - which he swears on his life that he'll keep that with him forever.

"Jesus, are you okay?" She bluntly hissed, she must've been talking about something and he was lost someplace else. Technically, he wasn't. He was busy imagining her kissing him or just being a little closer to him than she was right now. "Mmm...what'd you say?" His eyes finally landed on her and he took his time to check her out. He wasn't embarrassed because Camila knew that he had wants and needs.

Camila also knew that he might've had feelings for her again and she didn't want him anymore. Yes, she loved him. She can't imagine ever loving someone else - not nearly as much as she loves Shawn but she needed to move on. It was clear that they weren't becoming anything more than friends, even though that's something Camila would die for. She had a date tonight, for the first time in a year since the incident - she scored a date without breaking down crying.

"I said that I have a date, tonight." Camila squealed. She hoped that he was going to be happy for her but she also got her hopes up, she wanted him to fight for her if he really still loved her. She wanted him to tell her not to go.

His eyes widened and his breathing hitched. He felt his heart pick up the pace and the sweat started to falter down his neck. His hands started to shake but luckily for him, he hid them in his pockets. That sentence broke him almost as much as what she said about hating herself did. "W-what? That's cool," his voice broke, he tried his best to remain sane so that he didn't say something he didn't mean - or did mean, like an 'I love you.'

Camila smiled but something was off about it but Shawn thought nothing of it, "who's the guy?" Shawn tried to keep his jealousy and bitterness under control but he didn't know if he could. He was punishing himself by listening to her go on and on about her date.

"His name is Jackson, he's really nice...um...I met him at the library," she giggled at the memory of her running into him, stupidly. Shawn faked a smile, "that's good. I want you to be happy," his voice was faltering and he knew that if he stayed at her home any longer, he'd break down in front of her. "Thank-"

"I have to go, bye Mila. Have a good time tonight." Shawn stood to his feet as quick as possible, almost bolting out the door with his shoes still in hand.

It left Camila confused and a bit sad that he left so quickly. Something about what he said about her being happy messed with her because the only person she felt that she could truly be happy with was Shawn.

She frantically attached her earrings into her ears as she ran to the door as safely as possible in the heels that she was in. She wore a flowing deep blue dress with jet black heels and her hair cascading down her shoulders. It would be an understatement to say she looked beautiful.