Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 25

I'm sitting up in bed, watching Shark Week on TV anxiously waiting for Camila to arrive.  I know we have a lot to talk about but more importantly to me, I want to make it clear to her that she's the only person I'm interested in, the only person I want by my side; or on my lap with her lips on mine....

After what feels like hours I hear footsteps coming down the hall towards my room.  A small framed brunette sticks her head in the room.  She's changed since she stormed off from my room earlier.  She's now in black leggings and a charcoal gray T-shirt with the phases of the moon on it.  Her hairs pulled back on a long side braid and she's got black and white trainers on.

"Hi" she says timidly as she cautiously walks one foot in front of the other closer to my bed with every step.

"Hi" I reply back.  I want to smile and say I'm glad to see her, but there's a weird vibe in the room right now and I'm not quite sure if being excited to see her is the right response.

"Would you like to sit?" I offer her as I gesture to the chair next to my bed.

"I'm okay to stand right now.  Thanks though." She says quietly as she inches closer to me.

After a few more steps, she's almost right next to my bed.  Taking in a big breath we both manage to simultaneously say "I'm sorry!"

"No I'm sorry!" We both say again.  It's always creeped me out when people say the same thing at the same time.  It's like a weird mind game or something.

I hear her giggle slightly as she looks down and then back up, a little more somber this time.

"I want to give you a chance to explain, but I wanted to just say first that I'm so sorry for storming out on you earlier.  Stacy just...she makes me so mad." She says angrily, clenching her fists at her sides.

"Don't worry...she makes me mad too Camila."

Deciding she must not want to stand anymore, she takes the chair next to the bed and turns it to face me.  She drops her bag on my bedside table and looks me square in the eye.

"I know I was being stubborn, but in the moment I felt like I had good reason to be upset." She says.

"Are you going to let me explain?" I question.

Looking at me wide eyed, she nods her head slowly and lets me continue.

"For the sake of the conversation I'll keep it short and sweet.  What you walked in on is not what you think." I start.  "Could have fooled me." She quips, interrupting me.  "Ehh Camila, you said you'd let me talk. Either hear me out or go home until you're ready to talk." I mistakenly snap at her.  She looks at me in shock and I'm kind of surprised myself, but in my defense, it's been a long day!

"Sorry" she mumbles as she looks away from me, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"So...as I was saying.  What you walked in on was not what it seemed.  I had literally just gotten done with my press conference when she walked into my room shortly after, trying to look all sexy.  She basically scoffed at the idea of me liking you, or wanting to be with you and she took a pass at me.  I tried to wave her off but she wasn't having it.  That's when she sat herself on my lap and pulled me into a kiss.  I tried to fight her off and that's what you walked in on." I sigh, running my hand through my hair.  In silent agony, I continue.  "I didn't want to kiss her Camila.  I didn't even want her in my room." I sigh.

She's still not looking at me and I'm beginning to get worried.  Nevertheless, I keep going.  "Once you came in and saw what was happening and stormed off, I felt sick to my stomach.  Like I had yet again ruined everything between us; and I wasn't even the one that initiated the kiss." I say a little louder than I should have, but I'm trying to defend my case here.

Finally, she turns to me and I can see tears starting to form in her eyes.  "Mila, please.  Please say something!" I beg.

"I...I don't know what to say Shawn.  I want to believe you, but I know you two have a history and that's where my head went when I saw you two.  I...I just couldn't shake that sight out of my mind." She sniffles out as she wipes her eyes with one of her hands.

"Niall told you what happened afterwards right?" I ask, although I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

"Yes." She sighs.

"Then why don't you believe me?"

"I.....I don't know Shawn.  I guess a part of me is afraid that we're never going to be able to move forward because there's always going to be some thing or someone in the way." She says, dropping her head into her hands, shaking her head.

"Camila...come here." I coax as I reach for one of her hands and pull her up from the chair.

"Sit down and look at me."

She nods in understanding as she sits on the edge of my bed.  Our bodies closer than they have been for what feels like days.  Mustering up enough strength, I reach one of my hands to cup her cheek against my palm.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but you have to believe me when I say that you are the only one I want.  You are the one I want by my side, kissing my lips, cheering me on, putting me in my place when I'm an ass..." I say as I gently rub my thumb under her eye to wipe a lingering tear away.  "You're the one I want to watch sunsets at the track with or dance at parties with.  You're the one I want to see about building a future with.  You are the one I'm changing for baby." I say as I pull her closer to me with my other hand now gently resting in her hip.

She's silent now as more tears steam down her face.  Sniffling a little, she takes a deep breath and places one of her hands on the side of my face, cupping my cheek.

"I'm so sorry Shawn.  I'm sorry for being stubborn and for assuming the worst.  I'm sorry for not trusting you when you tell me things and for being such a hot head.  I have a lot to work on too." She sighs.  "You're not the only one that needs to change." She says.

Leaning in, she drops her hand from my face, but touches her forehead to mine.  Our noses and lips almost touching.  "It means a lot that you were so honest with me.  I know that I want to see where this goes, too." She whispers.

Without even thinking, I close the space between us and firmly plant my lips on hers. It takes her a minute to overcome the shock of me initiating the kiss, but she quickly catches on and pretty soon we're kissing each other equally as much.  Her hands move to the nape of my neck, playing with the back of my hair and my hands keep one on her waist and one on her face; keeping us connected.

The need for air becomes too much, we break apart, panting, but smiling at each other.

"Stacy definitely does not kiss like that!" I exclaim.

"I sure hope not." Camila smirks as she reaches forward and wipes some of her lip gloss from my bottom lip.  "I'm sorry again for being a coward and not just letting you explain yourself earlier."

"It's okay...I accept your apology" I reply.

Smiling at each other, I can't help but look at her, admire her features and allow myself to float on a Camila shaped cloud.

"Do you accept my apology?" I ask.

Reaching forward, her lips crash on to mine as we share some hot, passionate kisses.  Pretty soon, she's sitting on my lap and I'm kissing her and kissing her.

Breaking apart she hovers her face close to mine.  

"Does that answer your question?" She whispers..

"Mmm....I'm not sure.  I think I might need a little more convincing." I smirk at her.

Rolling her eyes at me, she lets me kiss her again, and all seems right in the world.