I was out throwing out my trash the next morning. It was weird how how I had a powerful urge to throw myself in there too.
Heading to the door, I see Shawn about to knock on my door.
"Hey." I greet.
"Clumsy! Are you ready? Of course not, look at you."
"Ready for what?"
"The swimming pool."
"Oh no. No, no, no. We were just lying, remember?"
"Yes, but what's the fun in just telling the lie when you could live it."
I really, really didn't want to come. But after what Shawn had said last night, I think I should try being more adventurous.
"Yes." I hissed. "Lemme grab my stuff."
"Great. It's a date."
"Excuse me, did you say date? You must be mistaken."
He pouted mockingly. "Oh why? Am I not your type?"
"No. You ain't."
"Then what's your type? What men do you prefer?"
"Me? I prefer my men nonexistent."
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"Come out already!" Shawn shouted for the fifth time now.
"In a minute!"
"You said that ten minutes ago."
"I know, but I mean it this time."
"Sure." He said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
I looked at myself in the mirror once again. I wore a costume that covers the maximum. It was black and I've heard that the colour black makes you look thinner.
I haven't worn clothes this revealing since I was six and honestly, I don't feel comfortable in this, it just made me feel short squat and unattractive.
"Clumsy!" Shawn warned.
"Okay. I'm coming, I'm coming."
I put on my beanie, as weird as it seemed. My beanie was like another layer of coverage I very much needed. I stepped out hesitantly.
"Finally," He grabbed me. "I thought you died in there."
Judging what his was wearing, I'm guessing that he heard about how slimming black is.
He cannonballed his way into the water then pulled himself up, his body shinning like an eel.
"Come in, the water is fine."
"The water is fine? That sounds cold, I'll just sit here in this chair."
"You are so boring. You are the most boring bore to ever bore."
"Really? Take that back or else I'll make you eat what you just said."
He just gave a smirk.
Now I had to make him eat it. I soon followed him in the water, plunging into the water suddenly cold against my skin.
I scooped water into my hands and squeezed his cheek to open way for the water that was going to head directly for his throat.
"Eat it!" I said before I failed miserably. He cupped my two hands behind my back which left me trapped.
"Mmm, delicious," He said. " but it could use some salt."
After water wrestling our selves tired, we then swam out to the spot in the pool which could best accommodate both of us. I found my limit pretty soon, but Shawn could go on forever. Look at him, he's a giant.
We just had to compromise and meet each other halfway.
We sat there gently bobbing on the water, enjoying the cold silence of the indoor pool.
"So Clumsy..." He started.
"Do you really have to stir up conversation now. Aren't you enjoying the silience.
"Nope, I want to know who Clumsy is."
"What?"
"I mean, you work for me and I don't know who you are. And I usually know a lot about people."
"So what do you want to know about me? What I had for breakfast?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Consider it a game of twenty questions." He smiled. "So what did you have for breakfast Clumsy?"
"Pancakes, waffles, and a chicken wrap. Oh, and diet coke-- I'm watching my weight."
"It isn't working trust me."
"Oh I see that."
"Second question--"
"Hey! Don't I get a turn?"
"Go ahead."
"Okay..." Shoot, what should I ask him?
"...Um, what did you have for breakfast?"
"Recycling questions, how green of you."
"Just answer the question jerk."
"Mmm." I held his chin in thought, really, really deep thought. "I think an omelette."
"That was barely an answer but whatever, next question."
"Describe yourself."
"I'm bones, muscles and bucket loads of blood."
"No, I meant personality wise."
"I can't answer that, you had your turn. Now, it's my turn."
"What's your favourite food."
"Easy, muffins."
"Flavour?"
"I can't answer that, you had your turn." He said imitating my voice. "Now you know how it feels."
"Just ask your question." I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you always wear a beanie? You know, like the one you're wearing right now?"
"Because I like it, okay?"
"Okay, no need to be touchy." He glanced at me before he grabbed it, moving as fast at light.
"What the heck Shawn!" I couldn't reach it because he held it above his head and he knows how tall he is.
"Sorry, I've always wanted to see your hair."
"Creepy much?"
"It's not creepy, it's just that you always cover up your hair and it's making me kinda desperate to see what lies beneath."
"Like I said-- creepy, now bring it back!" I grabbed out of his hands.
"It's a million degrees Clumsy, and we're in a pool."
"I'm not complaining."
"I don't know why you cover it up all the time..." He sighed. "Honestly speaking, your hair is really pretty. It kinda reminds me of a chocolate waterfall."
"Oh thanks." I felt heat slowly creeping up my cheeks, luckily my hair was still down to hide my face.
No one has complimented my hair before. But then again, I never show anyone my hair.
I had to quickly distract myself. "What would you do if you found a chocolate waterfall?"
"I'd bring buckets over, trucks even."
"Me too. But I'll probably just stay in there and never come out."
We laughed.
"Who are you?" He asked, head tilted to one side. Suddenly serious.
"What?"
"Twenty questions." He smiled faintly looking straight ahead. "Tell me more about yourself, Clumsy."
"Well first of all, Clumsy is not clumsy."
"Uh-huh. I'll tell that to the red carpets back at the VMA's."
"I'm not clumsy, you just caught me on a bad day. And I know this might be a shock to you but my name is actually Cam, Douche."
"That know that, tell me something really interesting about you."
"Well, I was born at a very young age." I started. "And I breathe and stuff."
"What is wrong with you?" He said.
"Is that another question?"
"No, I take that back. But there's definitely something wrong with you."
"Maybe it's something wrong with my head, I probably landed on my it when I was younger."
"Or... it's has something to do with your beanie." He grabbed it again and before I could reach it, I saw it hurling across the room.
"Idiot!" I glared at him before swimming through to reach my beanie that sat lifeless on the floor.
I stretched out to reach it.
"Girl, did you sit in honey because you sure have a sweet ass." Shawn said.
Heat instantly coloured my cheek, frozen at his words. This was the most a person made me blush in a day.
"I'm sorry," He said, now looking shy. "I had it in the bag and I don't know why I thought it was a good idea..to say it out loud."
The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. My tounge felt thick and heavy. Though I managed to break ice.
"You're my boss, I could sue you for harassment."
"I know. But you do know I was only joking right?"
"You were? So I don't have a sweet ass?" I said in a patronising voice.
"I'm just kidding, I don't want to end up on Camila's bad side."
"Oh, you don't wanna do tha--"
"Hey chumps!" A stone-cold voice interrupted. Shawn and I turned our heads in unison. "What are you doing in the granny pool? Come on over here." He said walking out.
He was a balding middle-aged man in a black jumpsuit. He had a granite-like face. I looked to Shawn to explain what exactly was unfolding right now. But it seemed that he was just as confused as I was.
I followed Shawn out to the other podium, while adjusting my beanie. It had diffrent sets of pools and there were a lot of people around–
Exercising!
He held up a clipboard and his yellow teeth offered a smirk.
"Shawn Mendes? It's actually you. I thought this was some sort of typo."
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