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"Wake up, Shawn!" a familiar voice woke me up as a smile crept onto my face. "I made breakfast. Since well, you know, it's a Sunday and your parents aren't home. Did Aaliyah go with them?"

"Yeah," my voice cracked. She sighed before smiling. "Cheer up. It's only a few months anyway. Then you can go back and go to College in Canada."

"Thanks." I muttered before grabbing the fork and shoving the pancakes into my mouth. "You're stabbing them." she pointed out before going closer to the plate and whispering, eyes widening as she feigned her horror, "You're hurting my little pancakes. It's like you haven't eaten in a hundred years."

I snorted as I continued 'stabbing' the pancakes and shoving them into my mouth. Camila stood up after from the couch and headed to the kitchen and shouted, "I deserve a break. My brain hurts. I don't even know what Am, F, C, G and so forth are."

"They're...letters?" I smirked and winked at her. "Not to mention the first few chords of our song." I grabbed my guitar as I strummed the first few chords to show Camila how the first verses would sound like. 

"Woah, we're totally gonna win," Camila chuckled before heading to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I'm assuming.

I left my guitar in the dining room and headed to the kitchen quietly. From behind, I walked up to her and tickled her sides, whispering, "What's for lunch, honey?" tickling her ear. Of course I knew it would result me getting punched in the chest. As always.

"God, Shawn! Don't scare me like that again!" she exclaimed, punching me lightly, before pushing me off. Okay, that didn't even deserve to be called a punch. More like a tap, really. I laughed, smirking as I placed both my arms up. "No promises, Mila."

"Unbelievable." she rolled her eyes.

"But that's one of the million things you love about me, don't you?" I smirked.

She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement, "Yeah right." 

"What are you cooking?" I raised my brow. "Smells delicious." 

She shrugged, "Caesar salad." 

"Salad?" my brows deepened, "You hate vegetables. Are you on a diet?" She looked at the ground, refusing to meet my gaze. "Yes."

"Why? You never go on diets. You're too skinny already.", I muttered, now I was the one averting my gaze anywhere but on hers. As I felt her gaze on me, I continued staring elsewhere. My thoughts all flew to Cameron. This is because of Cameron. Because of all those size zero girls he dated, Camila feels like she has to somehow compete with them. This is his fault. Everything is his fault. I know I didn't have any right to tell her what to do. I don't even know why finding her on a diet upsets me. Maybe it's because my thoughts are pinpointing Cameron to be the culprit? I might be biased but I had to know for sure so before Camila even had a chance to reply, I beat her to it. "You're doing this partly because of Cameron. Am I wrong? Did he say you were fat?"

She crossed her arms, "No, plus that's not any of your business, Shawn."

"It is my business, Camila. You are my business." I half-shouted.

"What?"

I had almost let it slip. I had to thank my mom for my quick witted brain. "We're best friends, Mila. I know this will sound cheesy, but I still remember when we made promises not to let anyone or anything ever get in the way of our friendship. I won't let us drift apart just because of him." I added quickly before sounding too obvious. I think she bought it though. 

Clearly, when a girl is in love, no one knows but the girl. But when a boy is in love, everyone knows except the girl.

"You're overreacting, Shawn but I'm sorry," she apologized before pulling me into a hug. "I still remember the second promise we made that day. I won't ever keep secrets from you, Shawn but that doesn't mean you control every single thing that I do. I mean, my poor father will lose his job because of you!"

I chuckled softly but it still bothered me that she was on a diet. Because the thing is, promises are meant to be broken. And I'm not sure how long ours will last.

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We finally finished the chords of the last verse just before dinner. Well, I finished them but I had to give someone credit because we are a 'team'. "You're the worst guitar teacher ever." she joked. "You're bad so yourself for a student.", I joked back. Snorting, she tossed me my phone. "Go order some pizza 'kay?"

"You're paying."

"And," she said adding a tone to her voice, "you're bluffing."

"So I am.", I replied before hearing us burst into laughter afterward. "What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let a damsel in distress like you pay for a $15 pizza."

"Go on. Shoo." she said shooing me away from my couch. Ironically, let me repeat: my couch. I rolled my eyes before ordering the pizza on the phone.

"Shawn! Don't forget, EXTRA CHEESE!", a voice yelled across the room.

I smirked at the thought about her diet suddenly disappearing.

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"One more time, Mila.", I groaned. "Then, I promise, we can go to bed." She groaned before giving in, "Fine. One last time."

"I need to be, the one to take you home-"

She covered my mouth with the palm of her hands before giving me a glare. I chuckled before getting my guitar.

We both sang as I strummed the chords. "Ah, hey-ey, ah, ah. Ah, hey-ey, ah, ah..."

She sat beside me as she sang her heart out. "He knows dirty secrets that I keep. Does he know it's killing me? He knows, he knows d-d-does he know? Another's hands have touched my skin; I won't tell him where I've been...he knows, he knows, he knows."

I joined her afterward, blocking all sound as I heard my voice chorused with hers, "It's tearing me apart, and she's slipping away, am I just hanging on to all the words she used to say? The pictures on her phone, She's not coming home, coming home, coming home."

Then the sounds blocking my surrounding vanished and I heard our voices blend in perfect unison. "I know what you did last summer."

"Ah-ah", she sang in the background.

A smile formed on my face. "Just lie to me there's no other."

"He-ey.", she smiled back.

"I know what you did last summer", I chorused.

"Tell me where you've been."

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I found myself unable to wipe the smile on my face as I stared onto the ceiling. Camila was sleeping soundly on my bed while I lay on the cold hard floor. It was always like this. Me, on the floor, and Mila on my bed. But it was the first time I couldn't actually wipe a smile off my face. My cheeks were already sore because of all that smiling. I sat up and glanced at her. I rested my elbows on the bed as I kneeled on the floor, "I love you, Mila." I gently planted a kiss on her forehead before going back to lay on the floor. 

As much as I wanted to kiss her kiss her, she was with Cameron, and whether I like it or not, I had to respect that.

"I love you too, Shawn.", I heard a faint mumble. 

My heart dropped. She heard me!?

"Hmm? No. Of course, I love you. I will always love you, Shawn." Camila muttered

What?

Camila Cabello was dreaming about me. Chuckling, I lay on the floor. To no avail. I was awake all night imagining stuff that I knew probably won't ever happen. Camila slept soundly while I spent the night twisting and turning.  The competition is tomorrow. I've gotta get some sleep.