A/N : is it getting a little hot in here or what 😳🥵
Narrator
The next few weeks passed by safely for John Wesley, and in the company of Camila Cabello, his saviour.
Shawn Mendes despiser the little Cuban. Because of her, people had started to talk back to him. And when he would pounce on them, ready to bruise, the Cuban would be there to wrench him away from them, always defeating him.
He'd lately also been catching himself staring at her.
Once when she caught him checking out her behind, she smirked and then twisted his arm, locking him a death grip. Uttering a few teasing words in his ear, she'd let him go.
She hadn't left his mind since then. His brain was clouded with thoughts of her. Once again, he reached out to his best friend to help him. Drugs.
He was still selling drugs and 'earning' money by the hour. He was in drug-filled heaven. Until one day...
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Camila rushes in through the halls of Pine Ridge, tears cascading down her pink cheeks, catching the attention of other students. She ignored them, and walked to her locker, making a show of ironing it loudly, her hands fumbling around. She grabbed a picture from inside her locker, tearing the paper into pieces.
She was angry. And hurt.
She spotted Shawn walking around the halls haughtily with his signature smirk. She grunted before marching up to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the empty auditorium.
Shawn protested with a string of curses as the two burst through the doors of the auditorium. Camila paid no attention before slamming him against the wall, silencing him by slamming her lips against his.
Shawn grunted in surprise, grabbing the Cuban tightly by the waist, his other hand landing on her right ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. Camila bit his lip lightly, tugged at it and pulled away, breathing heavily.
She straightened herself, before walking out of the auditorium wordlessly.
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Shawn caught up to the Cuban at the end of the school day, choosing to ditch his drug-filled afternoon for the day to try and find out camila's intentions.
He pulled her aside in the school's parking lot, and she smacked him in the face for touching her, before apologising profusely, surprising Shawn.
She offered him a ride home and shawn accepted, even though his beloved jeep sat not to too far away from the parking lot.
Camila guiltily admitted that she'd acted on impulse that morning. She's broken up with her boyfriend over Shawn as he had though that Camila was cheating on him with Shawn. She thought she'd caught feelings so she decided to kiss shawn as to prove to herself that she definitely hadn't.
Of course she had, but she didn't admit that to shawn. Yet.
Shawn could hear his heart shatter in his chest when Camila practically told him that their kiss was mistake. He was surprised at the weird fluttering of his heart when she was around and immediately tried to rid of that feeling.
Over the next few weeks, the two got closer than ever. Less people were punched and kicked by Shawn Mendes, and lesser drugs were taken. Instead of popping pills and smoking joints early in the morning, Shawn would call-spam Camila until she woke up, courtesy of her revealing to him that she could never wake up in the mornings without at least 7 alarms.
They entered school together, spent the day walking each other to their classes, and left school together. Their afternoons were spent usually at Camila's house, watching movies or baking; or playing with camila's little sister, Sofia.
The day came where they spent one of their afternoons at Shawn's. When Camila saw Shawn's stack of white powder and pills stacked on his bedside table, she fled, Shawn running after her.
Truth was, because of Camila, Shawn hadn't smoked a joint or touched a pill for two months now. He'd suffered some withdrawal effects but he was much better now. And he knew that she needed to know that.
Rubbing his hands together in slight nervousness, Shawn walked up to the Cuban's cute cottage-like house. He rung the bell before a stone-faced Camila answered the door.
"Do you need anything?" She asked rather monotonously.
"Yes. 5 minutes. To explain. I promise I won't bother you again after this." Shawn spoke, scratching his neck nervously.
"Go on." Camila crosses her arms over her chest.
"I- I took drugs." Shawn stuttered, not knowing where to start.
"Shawn, I think I gathered that about 2 weeks ago." Camila spoke up, her voice scarily cold.
"Y-yeah um-"
"4 minutes." Camila spoke up loudly.
Shawn took in a deep breath.
"I took drugs because they helped me. My younger sister died 4 years ago. I have no one. My mom died when I was 7, my dad lives out of town with some crazy bitch." Shawn rolled his eyes, causing Camila's lips turn down into a slight, barely-there frown.
"I started hanging around these gang members. They gave me the drugs and the pills. The drugs helped me forget about my shitty life. They took over me completely. I lost sense of who I actually was, I took my anger out on other people and sometimes for some extra money, I sold some drugs to other people." Shawn revealed, making Camila gasp slightly.
"Until you." Shawn muttered softly, taking Camila's small hands in his. She let him.
"Camila when you entered those halls I had no idea someone could take me down. I had no idea what someone like you could do to me. When we began to get closer I enjoyed every minute of it with you. I love you. You knocked and twisted some sense into me." Camila chuckled, sniffling slightly at his revelation.
"I love you too." She sniffled. Then she frowned, "But you weren't really yourself were you? You were high or under the influence every time we talked. Every second of the day we swing together." Camila sniffled again.
"No.. I haven't taken those drugs in the last 8 weeks. I'm telling you, you changed me completely, Ive never met someone who understood me so well. We just fit. You are my drug. I need you." Shawn pleaded.
Camila's mind flashed back to all those times when Shawn would start shaking while they were watching a movie and he blamed it on the cold, times when Shawn couldn't crack an egg properly and he blamed it on being bad in the kitchen.
Her emotions overtook and she ignored the siren's her brain was giving her, before leaning u to capture his soft lips in hers.
Wrapping her arms around Shawn's neck, she led his hesitant hands to her waist. Shawn smirked into the kiss. He was kissing her. He was kissing those same lips that he'd kissed just a couple months ago.
Camila pulled away when she noticed shawns shaking slightly.
Shawn stood still as his slight tremors passed, Camila holding his hand to keep him steady.
"Are you okay?" She questioned, once he was still again.
"So much better now." Shawn grinned goofily, pulling through Cuban closer to him. She giggled.
"Now, we'll go throw those dumb pills and that stupid powder and then we can have a movie marathon." Camila ordered. Shawn nodded.
"And what else?" Shawn smirked as the two walked down the sidewalk, starting their small trek to Shawn's house.
"And if you clean every speck of that disgusting mess, maybe I'll give you a little award." Camila winked and Shawn hissed in happiness.
"Wow, have I turned Shawn Mendes into a softie?" Camila giggled."
"Guess that what love can do to you." Shawn spoke with a lopsided grin.
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YAYAYYAYAYA I FINALLY DID IT.
shawmilaforeva I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS IMAGINE. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANY MORE. 🥰🥰
also
ewewewewewew I cringed writing 'ass cheek' 😬
Btw who misses cute Shawmila moments 😢
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-Taylor💋