You and Me, Forever

Late Night

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Ah, that period of time of finishing an album was upon Shawn once again. That final push before it all came together. He didn't know if this was the case with most singers, but for him, this meant staying at the studio three times longer than usual. This meant three times less time spent with his girlfriend.

Shawn smiled at himself at the thought of Camila, grinning into the cup of water in his hand. His team was currently taking a five minute break after a non-stop evening of listening and re-recording parts he didn't like. He was so excited for his third album. In his opinion, this was really his "coming of age" album. Handwritten was cute, and Illuminate was nice but this one was worlds more mature. He couldn't really explain how a year could have made him realise so many things.

His thoughts raced back to Camila. He had met her a year ago, and well at first, he hated her. Funny how things change, he chuckled to himself.

"Do you have to be so fucking rude?" Shawn spat out his words at her.

"Let me run over you and almost kill you, see if you'll still be acting like a pretty polite boy." Camila slumped back into the passenger seat.

Shawn really didn't mean crashing into Camila's car. Truly. He was well focused on the road, when out of nowhere a girl in a bright red sundress stepped onto the road. His eyes admired her before he realised his foot hadn't hit the brake yet.

"I'm so sorry, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm good you doofus. Thanks for the ride back home."

"Anytime. As long as you remember to look left and right before crossing the street."

"I will when you remember where the brake pedal is."

Shawn laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. What a terrible way to meet someone, hitting her with his car. He thanked every god that he slowed down however, so Camila had no significant injury. He thought back to the friendship phase of their relationship. Wow, that as a lot of teasing they pretended was just "friendly banter".

"Gah it's all white and sticky. You had to get some all over my hands right?" Camila said, grabbing a towel to wipe the vanilla cake batter off her wrists.

"That's what she said." Shawn snickered, earning himself a smack on the chest.

"I swear to god Mendes. You can be as wise as Yoda sometimes, and at other times, as immature as a fucking fourteen-year-old."

"Yoda seriously? That's the best example of wisdom you can come up with?"

Shawn laughed even more when he saw Camila inhale deeply through her nose in annoyance. There was something about her when she was irritated that made her so incredibly adorable, even more than usual.

"Is your sole pleasure in life to harass and make fun of me?" Camila asked.

"Yeah, that and making dirty jokes." Shawn wiggled his eyebrows jokingly, licking frosting off his finger suggestively.

Shawn suddenly had a craving for vanilla cake icing. He hopped onto his feet and walked across the studio room to take a look at the track list. His eyes glanced over the word "red". Memories of first realising Camila was more than a friend flashed in his head.