Arranged Marriage

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shawn mendes — august 6th, 5:30 p.m.

Once again, my stupid hormones make a comeback. Camila looked beautiful in that dress, and it was almost impossible for me to not kiss her. It was stupid for me to think like that, yes, I know. But isn't it against the law to look that pretty? Oh my God. What am I saying?

Her dress was black, with gold at the top. Her hair was curled to perfection, that pressed to her back and shoulders. God, she was perfect.

"Shawn, it's getting late. Are we going or not?" She sighed, leaning against the door. And there it was. Her annoying, unpatient, gloomy side.

"Yeah, I um, I'm not going to wear this tie. One second!" I ran to my bedroom, quickly changing into different clothes but still appropriate attire. I heard the groans and stomps coming from the living room, which bugged me. She can't stay patient? Not wasting another second, I ran to door and grabbed the car key. "Okay, let's go."

She heavily let a sigh of relief, twisting the door knob and walking out. I locked the door as we went through the door, following Camila as we went inside the car. I told my parents that we weren't going to take a Taxi or Uber because of the last incident. "You don't have paparazzi, Shawn?" Camila asked, facing me as I turned on the engine.

"Not really, they don't know where I live. I don't think they'll bother us." She nodded, running her hand through her silky hair. "Um, do you want to play the radio?"

"Sure," She answered, raising the volume. "what station?"

"Whatever you want."

"Shawn," she frowned.

"What?"

"I don't want you to always do things for me. I know you weren't going to let me choose my own station. Especially my songs. I feel so selfish, I don't want that. Please, Shawn." The girl pleaded.

The breeze from the air conditioning was annoying, that was all that mattered.

I looked to her for a second, then back to the road.

"Fine. Press six."

She smiled, and played that radio station. "Oh, nice songs. I love Ed, he makes me feel warm and tingly inside." I raised my eyebrow, looking at her. "No, not like that ew."

A laugh escaped my mouth as she continued to ramble about Ed Sheeran. The night was getting darker, and we finally made it to the restaurant our parents were at. I parked into the tight space, and I got out of the car first. Making my way to Camila's side, I found that she was already out. "What? I'm an independent woman, Shawn."

I shook my head, a chuckle leading. "Come on, Mila. It's getting late."

She nodded, as we walked to the doors. "Shawn, there's a lot of people here. I looked around, and there were a lot of people like she said. Reporters and the "paparazzi" flooded our way, and people were holding voice recorders while asking questions. I cleared way for Mila, and answered a few questions along the time spent.

"Sorry Camila, it just happens." She nodded, as we looked for our parents.

A woman came up to us, and greeted herself. "Hello, do you have a reservation?"