Angel - Finneas
Shawn's POV
September 2019
"Are you ready?", I asked her while I took my keys, phone and wallet.
"Yep, give me a second", Camila shouted from the bathroom.
"C'mon, you look beautiful already", I groaned at the same time she appeared in front of me. "See?", I smirked.
She rolled her eyes playfully and came closer to kiss my lips.
"Let's go, I'm hungry", she said.
I closed the door behind us and took the bag she was carrying to put it on my back. She eyed me curiously but didn't say a thing, she was used to it by now.
We went to have breakfast at a quiet café not so far from my condo. I played with her hand over the table while we waited for our order.
"My mom will fly with me and come to the show as well", she said looking at our hands together.
"I'll be waiting for you", I smiled.
"I can't believe I'll go back just for one day", she chuckled. "Am I being... irresponsible?"
"I don't know...". It hurt me that she thought being with me instead of working her ass off as she always did translated into her being irresponsible. I thought she was balancing both, but who knows.
I took away my hand but she didn't notice my motive because the food arrived right after it.
"I mean," she continued after drinking some of her green juice. "I don't imagine myself away from you now, but I don't want to get too carried away".
"Yeah...", I sighed not knowing what to say and running my fingers through my hair. I reclined back on my chair and took a sip from my coffee.
"Roger hasn't said anything about it so I guess I'm doing fine so far".
"Camila", I called her swallowing my pride and doing what she asked me about being honest with her.
"Yes?", she smiled.
"I... I don't think you're being irresponsible but if any part of you does... I don't want to hold you back. I don't want to be that person, you know..."
"No", she said surprised. "You're not... Oh my God, Shawn, that's not what I meant".
"It's ok", I interrupted with a shy and sad smile.
"No, baby", she looked for my hand. "I don't feel that way. I was wondering if any other person thought about me like that because it's hard not to care about others but that's not how I feel".
"Are you sure?"
"Yes", she smiled. "I love you. I love being with you. I have to stop thinking about others' opinions, that's for sure, but it has nothing to do with you".
"So you're happy here?"
"Yeah", she smiled bigger this time and my heart skipped a bit.
"Good", I replied slowly and she gave me a mischievous look.
"Just good?", she asked me suspiciously.
"Very good", I said to mess with her. She laughed and shook her haid. God, I loved her laugh.
We finished breakfast on a more lighthearted note and headed back home. She made me feel so alive, so present. Just walking while holding her hand gave me butterflies and I seriously doubted they would ever go away. Her smile made every day brighter and her lips warmed my whole body.
