You and Me, Forever

Like To Be You

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He's pacing around his hotel room, walking from one end of the bed to the other.

One hand is tugging at his curls, pulling at them in frustration.

The other hand is pressing his phone to his ear, his only way of communication with Camila when he's away like this.

It's late for Camila, almost two in the morning while it's barely four in the afternoon for him.

He's supposed to be getting ready for a shoot, supposed to be slipping on the jean jacket around his shoulders. Putting on the black skinny jeans, and the white t shirt.

But there he goes, pacing back and forth, back and forth.

"How is it my fault?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sees his pissed off reflection in the mirror on the wall.

That gets him to stop, well that and the tiny hiccup that comes from the other end of the line.

The other end of the line consists of his girl all the way back home.

Camila's laying in bed, back propped up against the headboard.

She's trying to fight back her tears, trying to hold herself together all alone.

Camila's playing with the hem of the pillowcase to his pillow that sits beside Camila, the constant reminder that he's away and she's there. All alone.

"I don't know Shawn," She sighs, shutting her eyes. "I'm tired." She whispers, those two words having more meaning other than just wanting to shut her eyes and to fall asleep.

"Then why don't we pick this up where we leave it tomorrow." He suggests, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Isn't that just gonna make it worse, when you sit on something like this it just makes you more pissed off. I can only handle so much of angry Shawn."

He sighs, rubbing his forehead with his hand, grinning wickedly because she's right and he loves it. Loves that she knows him better than he knows himself.

"Okay, then what should we do?" He reasons, feeling as if they were running in circles with this conversation.

"I don't know Shawn!" Camila snaps, really wanting to throw her phone.

"I don't know how to fix this Camila, tell me how."

"I can't just tell you how to fix this. That's not how relationships work. It's not, 'oh we got in a fight but he just said sorry so it's okay now' that's not how this is going to go."

"Then how is it going to go?"

"It should be us working together to fix it. But you're not here, so we can't work together."

That's when his heart stops, Camila's finally said the true meaning to this fight. Finally expressed her deep feelings and the tears sting his eyes when he hears the small sob come her side of the phone.

"Babe," He sighs. He's so lost, doesn't know what to do. "We can still work together."

"No Shawn we can't. Because to actually fix the problems we have we both need to be present. We can't do it over a phone, it's not fair to you, it's not fair to me, and it's not fair to our relationship."

Camila's crying, and he's about to, listening to the sound of her trying to stay quiet.

"Can we talk this out when I come home?" He questions, biting his lip. "You're right, you're right about having to be present. I can be present, just let me get home."