SHAWMILA ONE SHOTS

PERFECTLY WRONG

There are people you meet in your life that just rub you up the wrong way. He had met her first when he was sixteen on his first tour, with Austin Mahone. She had set her sights on Austin, and she was all over him, batting those long eyelashes and pouting those full lips of hers, doing the hair flicks, the whole lot. She couldn't even see what an asshole the guy was. But maybe she didn't care, maybe she just wanted to be the girlfriend of the headliner. He sat and watched them in the dining hall, all the girls were simping over Austin, but she was full on flirting. It didn't surprise him when he heard they were dating, and it didn't surprise him when later on Austin dumped her ass and started dating some other girl straight away. He was that kind of a guy. He would like to say he thought it served her right, but he was NOT an asshole, and he had watched her when she thought no one was looking, riding around on her scooter, being silly and sweet. It annoyed him that he had a crush on her, when he didn't really know her very well at all, and he wasn't sure he even liked her. Nevertheless, he wrote a song or two about it.

And then she got under his skin, even more than she already was. He thought she was good people, and when they wrote IKWYDLS, they became friends, more than friends, and there was a bit of kissing and stuff, and his crush became a bit more than that, but it finished, and maybe he had just been another step on the ladder for her, maybe she wasn't the nice person she pretended to be. She wanted to stay friends, but all that did was keep him hanging on and thinking something would happen and eventually he just cut her off. He went out of his way to avoid her wherever possible, which was pretty hard once she left Fifth Harmony. If there were photographers there he smiled and put his arm around her and then left, if someone asked him about her he said she was a good friend and changed the subject.

Over the years they had drifted apart until they were barely acquaintances, and they certainly weren't friends. They weren't anything, period. He didn't wish her ill, but he didn't give a shit about her either, he still told himself she was probably in it all for herself, despite the nice girl image and the charities and everything. He didn't need a toxic person like her in his life, he worked hard to surround himself with positive people. That was what he told himself.

"Hey buddy," Andrew Watt, genius guitarist, amazing songwriter, producer extraordinaire, greeted him when he entered his home studio in LA, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a pat on the back. "How you doin'?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Shawn smiled. He felt awkward and uncomfortable. "Is she here?"

"Camila?" he asked in surprise. "No, she was here yesterday, laid down some tracks, you want to hear them?"

"I still don't think this is a good idea Andrew, Camila and I don't get along."

Andrew laughed. "Come on man, Camila? She's the biggest sweetheart in the business, and I thought you two were friends, you did that song together."

"Yeah, we were kinda friends, but we're not now. I think she is an amazing talent, she just is not my type of person."

Andrew gave him a "what the fuck" look. "What does that mean dude? There's nobody as good a type of person in this business as Camila, she is the most down to earth, sweet, kind..."

Shawn frowned in annoyance. "I don't need to hear a list of her good traits man, she's your friend, that's cool, she's just not mine."

"Well, this song is not going to work if you two aren't friends, at some point you are going to have to sing it together."

"Well, maybe it's a bad idea then. I know it was Charlie's idea she sing on it, but surely there's someone else who would do? Selena? Rosalie? Shakira? I don't know, there are a lot of Hispanic girl singers out there who would work."