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CHAPTER 3 - Making Her A Liar
Shawn
I wasn't sure how I wanted to approach my unofficial relationship with Camila. I certainly didn't want it to become public, but Senorita is being released tomorrow, I don't know how people are going to react to it, but I have a few ideas. Not like Camila and I could become a thing, as much as I wish it could, because of Matthew Hussey, her boyfriend…
I cut off my thoughts. I'm supposed to be advertising and posting on all of my accounts for Senorita. Instead, Snapchat sits open on my phone, the screen dimmed. I tap the screen and make the post, trying to focus on what I'm doing rather then where I'd rather be. Definitely don't want to be thinking about where I want to be.
My phone dings. I look down at it. Someone mentioned me on Twitter. I'm about to dismiss the notification, as this happens all the time, until I realized it was Camila. I open the tweet. It was a private message. Why didn't she just text me?
Camila: Love You
I open the conversation to respond, but my fingers hover over the keys. I scoff at myself and throw my phone aside. I stand up and lean against the wall, a hand resting on the back of my neck as I gaze out the window of my room. But that's when I decide. I'm in love with her. Everything else can get in my way, but I will always love Camila Cabello. I would go to either end of the earth to get her, but I can't. This is how I know it's all hopeless. If I can't have her, there's no point. Everything I've ever done has lead to what? Temporary happiness? Wealth? Popularity? I don't care. I walk over to my discarded phone and pick it up. I type.
Love yI
The screen goes dark as my phone dies. I throw it down in frustration. It's a sign. Everything will try to keep us apart. It's impossible. I instead pick up my notebook and plug my phone in. Then I pull a pen out and start scribbling on my notebook.
I'm in Toronto and I got this view
But I might as well be in a hotel room, yeah
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm so consumed
I open my plugged in phone to find now Twitter is restarting and updating, so, I flip to my text messages.
Spending all my nights reading texts from you
I shake my head, disappointed with myself. You're like a desperate kid. I scold myself. I force myself off my phone, ignoring the conversation that's open on my phone. I am not going to bother myself with a hopeless case.
Oh, I'm good at keepin' my distance
I know that you're the feelin' I'm missing
I need to admit my feelings to myself, but it's a struggle. I can't stop my love. But I can restrain it.
You know that I hate to admit it
But everything means nothin' if I can't have you
Why is this song turning into one about Camila? It wasn't supposed to be. Actually, I know exactly why.
I can't write one song that's not about you
Two weeks. Independence Day. I'll ask her. I'll ask her and there'll be no going back.
I Love You More.
Camila
The party was fine. The food was fine. The people were fine. My mood was not fine. I dumped Mathew a few days ago, and although Shawn did respond to my PM, but now I'm having second thoughts. Was he leading me down a false path? Does he not love me like I thought he did? I'm sitting on the edge of the balcony, my feet dangling over the twenty foot drop. I haven't seen Shawn tonight. I didn't look very hard though. Maybe he ditched. Didn't want to see me. We already filmed the video, like a week ago, but even then, Shawn seemed a little out of it. I bury my face in my hands.
"Camila?" A soft voice says behind me. I don't look. I know it's him. I know it's him, but I don't know what to say. He sits next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. "Camila?" Shawn asks again. I look up at him, my small frame fitting into him perfectly. Shawn brushes a strand of my hair out of my face.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He says softly. I smile. I cup his face in my hands and pull his mouth to mine. Shawn's hand presses on the back of my head, keeping my lips pressed to his. I pull away ever so slightly. Our foreheads touch, and I look at him, his beautiful eyes staring in mine, filled with adoration and love.
"Camila," Shawn breathes softly.
"Yes?" I mumble back.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
We drop into dead silence. I blink. He dropped the question. He asked. A smile fights it's way onto my face.
"Yes, yes, I will." I fit my mouth into his, cutting off his next remark, and he kisses me back without hesitation, and I smile against his lips. Finally. He's mine.
"We won't be able to tell people." Shawn says a while later.
"I know." I say. It's okay, because I'm with you. I sigh.
"Well, if it's okay with you, I love you and I am going to do us anyway." Shawn declares. I smile.
"Okay."
Oh no, there you go,
Makin' me a Liar,
I kinda like it though