you again / s.m. [sequel to babysitter]

29|Why?

Megan's POV

"Shawn, you have to remember me." I say while laughing like he's joking. "I'm sorry. I can't. What's your name?" He asks. "Megan." I say.

"How-" Matt starts, but then he gets cut off by the doctor coming in.

"W-Why doesn't he remember me?" I ask. "Well, he had some head injuries. I'm very sorry miss." The doctor says. "He will be out in a couple days. We just need to do some tests an then he's free to go." He explains.

I sink into an uncomfortable chair.

"What's my name?" Shawn asks. "Your name is Shawn Peter Raul Mendes." I say. "Birthday?" He asks. "August 8, 1998." I say.

"Do I have any hobbies?" He asks. "Oh, you have hobbies, alright." Matt says. I nudge him motioning him to stop. "You sing, you play basketball, you like Harry Potter, and you love to eat muffi-" he cuts me off. "Wait, I suck at singing." he says. He tried to sing but his body is too weak. Fuck. What if he forgot how to play guitar? This is awful.

"How do I know you guys?" Shawn asks. "Well, I've been your best friend for like 4 or 5 years. (a/n: remember I skipped ahead some months lol) Megan is your-" I cut Matt off.

"I've been your friend for 3 years." I say trying to hold in the tears that are forming in my eyes. Matt gives me a look. "Oh." he says, sounding disappointed.

"Can I please talk to Matt for a second outside?" I ask. "Go ahead." he says.

I pull Matt by the shirt, outside, into the hallway.

"Why didn't you tell him that you're his girlfriend fOR THREE FUCKING YEARS!" He scream whispers. "Matt, I just don't want to rush things with him. I want to take things slow so he can remember stuff. Okay?" I ask. "Okay." He says. I start breaking down and tears.

"Meg..." Matt says. He wraps his arms around me. "Why couldn't that happen to me? Why couldn't I be the one to not remember? I hate seeing him suffer like this." I cry. "It's gonna be hard for all of us. We just need to stick together and always be there for Shawn." Matt explains. I nod. After a few minutes of crying, I run out of tears.

We walk back in and see Shawn looking around the room, confused. "Am I in a hospital?" He asks. "Ya." matt says. "Why?" He asks. "We'll tell you later." I say and sigh.

"So do I have any sibilings?" He asks. Oh no. Aaliyah's gonna be devastated. I can't believe he doesn't remember her. "You have one sister. Her name is Aaliyah. You guys are super close." I say.

"Are my parents alive?" He asks. I nod. "So it's 2016?" He asks. "Mhmm." Matt says.

"I need to ask you guys to leave right now. We need to do tests on him to see if he's okay." a nurse says. "Okay." I choke out. "Bye Shawn." I say. "Bye Mia. Bye Matt." he says and waves.

"Did he call me Mia?" I ask. Matt nods. "It sounds like Megan. Maybe he just misheard or he forgot." He explains.

Well he didn't forget Matt's name.

A couple days later, we brought him home to Nash and Cam's where we are now staying.

Shawn keeps looking out the windows, looking confused and interested about everything.

My phone starts ringing. It's Karen.

"Hi Karen." I say. "Megan! Is he okay?!" She says, really concerned. "Yes. He just- He just can't remember things. The doctor says it's permanent. He didn't even remember Aaliyah. Don't tell her though. I already reminded him who you guys were." I say.

I hear her cry and sniffle over the phone. "We're gonna fly out there as soon as we can. We canceled the tour." I say. "I'm so sorry Megan." she says. "There's nothing to be sorry for Mrs Mendes. We have to go. Tell everyone I say hi please." I say. "Okay. We love all of you guys." she says and hangs up.

"Let's go Shawn." Matt says. "Okay." he says. He opens his door and follows us to Cam and Nash's apartment.

"Shawn!" Cam screams. He runs towards him and hugs him.

"Um, who are you?" Shawn asks a little creeped out. "Ha ha. You guys, that's not fucking funny." Cam says. "Megan, who is he?" Shawn whispers. "This guy's name is Cameron Dallas." I say. "How do I know him?" He asks. "He went on a tour with you." I say. "I went on a tour?" He asks. "You went on a lot of tours." Matt says.

"Wait are you serious? You don't remember me?" Cam asks. "I'm sorry." Shawn says.

"Shawn, stop joking. C'mon it's not funny anymore." Nash says. "I'm serious. I don't know any of you. I'm sorry." Shawn explains.

"Fuck." Gilinsky and Johnson mumble. "You removed us right?" Johnson asks motioning to both Gilinsky and himself. Shawn shakes his head.

"Why don't you got get some rest Shawn." I say. He nods. Matt brings him upstairs to help him get ready.

"FUCK! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW." Gilinsky screams. "Was he actually serious Megan?" Cameron asks. I nod. "THIS ONLY HAPPENS IN MOVIES OR FAN FICS. NOT IN REAL LIFE!" Johnson screams.

"You read fan fics bro?" Cam asks. Johnson clears his throat. "Uhm-Uh- No. Of course not." Johnson says.

"What are we gonna do?" Nash asks worriedly. "We're gonna take things slow with him. I don't wanna rush a lot of memories." I say.

"He's asleep." Matt says while rubbing his eyes.

"Okay... I think I'm gonna go to sleep too. It's been a long day." I say. "Night." they all mumble.

I go upstairs and open Shawn's as my room's door quietly. I peek in to see Shawn sleeping.

I go the bathroom and brush my teeth. I put my hair up in a bun. I slip on some shorts and a T shirt since it's hot in LA.

I walk back downstairs to get a Glacier Freeze Gatorade. I see Matt and Nash talking at the picnic table in the kitchen.

"Hey guys." I mumble. "Hey." they mumble back. "Where should I sleep tonight?" I ask. "In your room." Nash says in a 'duh' voice. "But Shawn-" I start. "Just sleep on the other side of the bed." Matt says. "Fine. Good night guys. I really love you." I say and hug them an kiss them both on the cheek, obviously in a friendly way.

I walk upstairs towards the room with my gatorade. I open the door slightly and shut it lightly. I plug in my phone into my charger and get into the covers.

I put my head on the pillow and start to drift off to sleep.

But I wake up to Shawn's voice. "Mia- I mean Megan?" He asks. "Yes, Shawn?" I say while lightly laughing. "Can you hug me? I'm kinda sad and it's cold." He explains.

"It's cold? It's 80 degrees." I say. "Well- I-I guess I'm cold. Can you please hug me?" He asks. "Of course." I sigh.

I cuddle into his arms and he tightens his grip around me, but not too tight.

"Megan?" He asks. "Yes?" I ask. "What were we- or what are we?" He asks.

"I don't really know..."