You and Me, Forever

Angel

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He's performing today.

So is she. He just doesn't know that.

"I hate that you can't come tonight." He says grabbing his backpack.

"I know, but you have to work and so do I. But I'm gonna watch it on youtube and on TV, actually I'm DVR-ing it." She says sitting on the back of her calves, her knees digging into the bed.

"Yeah?"

"You're not allowed to watch it." She points at him.

"I know." He nods.

"You're not allowed to open your eyes during the performance." She continues.

"I know."

"I'm being serious Shawn."

"I know you are." He nods, stuffing his cardigan into his bag.

"I'm so proud of you but, it makes me a little uncomfortable." She confesses.

"Stop." He wraps his arms around her waist, tackling her to the bed. "But maybe I should see if I can sneak a goody bag, or steal you one of the outfits."

"Don't you dare."

"Seriously." He says looking into her eyes. "I don't wanna see them, I wanna see you." He says brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He nods, stealing a quick kiss. He gets up, standing to grab his guitar, as she watches his movements.

"I swear Shawn, if you look at one of them." She warns.

"I am not gonna look at any of the Angels, you're the only Angel I look at ."

She rolls her eyes and he kisses her again, leaving for soundcheck.

He's performing at the Victoria Secret fashion show, but so is she.

He doesn't know that she's one of the new Angels. She just so happens to be walking during his performance.

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"Are you ready?" Andrew asks Shawn as he's putting his ears in.

"I just wish Camila was here, she wasn't quite comfortable with me performing tonight, if she was here I would just sing to her."

"I've been told I can give you a hint." Andrew says handing him his guitar.

"A hint?"

"Yeah, she's here."

"Where?" He asks, eyes going wide.

"That's what I can't tell you. All I can say is she's closer than you think."

"Thanks." Shawn smiles, hoping that means she's front row.

He walks out on stage, smiling and waving at the screaming crowd. The music starts and he walks out to look at the front row, locking eyes with every person he can, trying to find his favorite pair of eyes.

The models start walking and he doesn't look, not wanting too. He's watching their feet so he knows where they're at.

He stops when he notices a familiar tattoo on an ankle. It's initials, the SM Camila has on her ankle. She got it when they were on tour, a game of truth or dare became legit.

He looks up, meeting her eyes. She smirks at him, continuing her walk. She's in a black lace bra with matching panties, thigh high black heels, with the black wings. Her hair is teased and all crazy, makeup done up.