You and Me, Forever

Falling In Love

Remember when Shawn posted that video of him and Camila kissing like fish? It's engraved in my brain mow.

Disclaimer: THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME

I wanted to try something different, so this is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.  

A lil smut in between as well 😉

(Link of the original imagine : https://chillmichelle.tumblr.com/post/182125701164/yn-works-at-a-bookstore-and-shawn-doesnt-read)

Enjoy!

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"Do you know where I could find a copy of Milk and Honey?"

Camila presses a book into the large wooden shelf, turning around to be met with a college student in a baggy sweatshirt and boyfriend jeans. Nodding, she walks the same path she's walked many times to the poetry section of the bookstore, pulling out a black spined cover and handing it to the girl. 

She smiles, going back to organize her cart of new books. She awaited her break, wanted to leave her shift so that she could order a coffee from the small cafe attached to the bookstore, and grab a new poetry selection off of the shelf to divulge in.

Eyes pressed to the clock, Camila can't wait for the long arm of the clock to turn a full circle so that she can take her break. Her classes had just started up again, papers and textbooks stressing her to the point that she was growing weary of her job.

She loved her job, she really did, Camila was close with the store owner, so she'd occasionally get free books, along with complementary pastries from the small cafe. She loved books more than she loved most things, and her occupation was like a combination of everything she loved. But she'd be lying if she said everything didn't get a little too much, especially when the only way she could blow off steam was by alphabetically ordering books all day.

When Camila walks into the arts section, she notices two sketchbooks mistakenly placed in the published section, instead of in the part of the shelf with all of the blank books. She quickly pulls them out, intending to place them in the correct spot, but just as she does she's met with a pair of hazel eyes in the gap where the books were.

Gasping, Camila lets out a loud shriek into the quiet aisles of the bookstore - undoubtedly alarming some customers - and stumbles into the heavy shelf behind her. Hand on her chest, she takes a deep breath and puts herself together, no longer tired.

"Shit - I'm so sorry, are you okay?" She hears a light voice stutter. Gobsmacked, eyes tightly closed, she peeks one of them open to see a tall boy with curly hair hovering a good several feet above her.

Shit, he's kinda cute.

"Uh..." Camila makes out, cracking her other eye open as well to widen both eyes, looking like a proper deer caught in headlights as she stays frozen like an idiot.

"Yeah, you just scared me."She sputters out. Her sweater slips off her shoulder a little bit, jeans pressing against the ground as she tries to pull herself up. She sees him stretch out his hand, leaving it out for her to pull herself up. She notices the two little birds inked onto his hand, fingers grabbing out to touch over them as she grips onto his hand, pulling herself up with his help.

"I'm sorry about that." She apologizes. She feels embarrassed for just jumping back like that and screaming, especially at a customer. Her boss would probably laugh and scold her if she were watching.

"No, I should be the one apologizing." His hand is still barely gripping onto hers and her cheeks burn at the contact, "I didn't mean to scare you, just couldn't find the music book I wanted and was looking through all the shelves."