I know this is like the third update this week and I'm super excited because there's only 1 more day 'till Christmas! So apparently it's 2.27am right now and I have published chapter fourteen! I really hope you do enjoy your Christmas and since I've done a really long chapter on the Christmas chapter and I've been thinking about making another special holiday themed chapter that will be in time for the New Year's! I'm super excited! Maybe I'll work on two more chapters before the New Year's chapter so expect faster updates! And again, happy holidays!

I smiled as I felt her soft lips brush gently on my skin for a quick second. A grin had already spread to my face. Our constant friendly pecks on the cheek stopped when I had confessed my feelings for her. And now that she had done it again, and for the first time, I couldn't utter a word.

But she was still there, smiling. It took all my will power to say, "Merry Christmas too, Camila."

As she leaned in closer, my heart pounding so loud that I wonder if she could hear it too.

"Shawn," she toned down so that only I would hear it, "I...I think you're going to say goodbye to the friendzone soon." she smirked.

"How long is your...'soon', Miss Cabello?" I arched an eyebrow and masked on a flirtatious smile.

"Very soon." she flirted back before heading to the stairs.

For a moment I didn't move. Part of me wished this was only a dream, and part of me wish it to be the reality. What happened only minutes ago replayed on my mind. And the touch of her gentle lips on my skin still lingers. I touched my right cheek slowly and a smile formed into my lips as I headed towards my bedroom.

I got my extra pillow and blanket from my closet and lay it on the floor.

"You don't have to sleep there." her voice sounded firm.

"It's fine." I shrugged it off.

What was she implying?

"I wouldn't mind if you sleep with me tonight." her voice echoed through the room.

"You mean together?" my eyes widened.

"Yes. Beside me. We're not going to do anything, Shawn. Relax." she laughed.

My cheeks turned red and I was hoping it was dark enough so that my red cheeks wouldn't be seen. I left the pillows on the floor and climbed up to the bed.

"You comfy?" I asked.

There was a big gap between us although my bed was Queen size. She smiled and nodded.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

"What do you mean?" she looked at her feet.

"You've never asked me to sleep with you together in my bed. You've only done that once. And we were seven...when you were scared of the lightning and you fell asleep next to me." I paused moment to moment, recalling what happened.

"You're having nightmares, aren't you?" I concluded. And with the guilt in her eyes, she knew there was no more point in lying.

"I'm sorry," she began to sob. "S-S-Shawn, I'm really sorry."

I looked at her delicate hands wipe the tears that were flowing heavily. I gently pressed my hands onto hers and gently calming her down.

She was shaking.

"Shh," I shushed as I gently wiped her tears. "What exactly happened?"

"Just after my parents went to Australia, my dad called. He was looking for Mom."

Camila's biological father was in short, a bastard. He never physically abused her or her mother but he was almost always never home. He'd come home once in a while, but often intoxicated with either cocaine or heroin.

He was a drug addict.

Camila continued, "He said that he stopped a few years back. He said he still loves Mom, he still loves me, and would do anything to be with us again. He said he was sorry. And actually, I believe him. He never talked that way. He sounded sober. And for the first time, he didn't sound high or drunk at all. Maybe he's really clean?"

"Wait," I interrupted, "what's wrong with that?"

"I overheard Mom talking with her fiancé after I told her Dad called."

She let out a deep breath before continuing to the last part. "We're moving after New Year's."