Perfectly Wrong || Shawn M.

Part 17

I have literally 8 assignments a due tomorrow and I'm screwed.

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"How old is it?" Shawn asked me out of the blue, his voice a little cracked form not speaking for so long. My eyes snapped open and I tuned around to look at him. I followed his gaze, discovering that he was looking directly at the black guitar case that was in the corner of the room parallel to the door.

"Six years, if you're talking about the guitar." I replied, not moving a muscle.

"Is it the only one you've ever had?" He asked, picking his head up off of mine.

I was confused about why he cared so much about my guitar. I mean, maybe he was just trying to make small talk or something, but he knew he didn't have to worry about it being awkward without it around me.

"Yes?" I answered suspiciously. I felt his lips stretch into a wide smile on the back of my head.

"We even started guitar at the same age. How about that." Shawn said. I giggled tiredly and reached up to take his hand in mine.

"Maybe its a sign." I suggested.

"A sign of what? That we're psychic?" He asked. I smiled and craned my neck upwards to look at him. He looked down at my face, leaning in to connect our lips for half of a second before pulling away.

"We're definitely psychic."

Two days later

I was getting ready for the dinner that Shawn, Andrew, and I were about to have when Lily scratched my eye with one of her long, sparkly rose nails.

"Ow! Watch what you're doing!" I yelled, squinting and covering the eye that she had just impaled. It wasn't that bad, but damn, it stung. I could feel the tears coming.

"Sis, you know what they say. Beauty is pain. Do you want me to keep doing your hair or not?" Lily sassed.

I couldn't lie, Lily was great with hair. Not even great, she was amazing. Amazing with beauty in general, but especially with hair. There was never a flaw when she styled someone's hair, always perfect and just how they wanted it if not better than what they wanted.

"Yes! Just try not to poke my eye out of fucking socket!" I said. Lily giggled before continuing her mission to make my hair look mildly presentable for once.

She was done five minutes later. I stood up from the floor and looked in the mirror in my room, smiling as I saw how good she did. My usually bland brown hair was in a smooth high ponytail with two loose curled strands framing my face.

"Look at me!" Lily said. I turned around and struck a goofy pose, my arms sticking out and my legs in a squatting-stance type thing. She smiled and crinkled her face, making a tiny squeal when she saw how good she did.

"You look stunning! Shawn's gonna pass out when he sees you!" She complimented.

I thought about what that situation would be like. Not ideal.

"Yeah, not sure about that." I said, playing with the fabric of my white romper nervously.

"He will, now go. You're gonna be late!"

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I walked into the restaurant, the nerves hitting me harder than one of Shawn's gigantic body guards. Literally, his body guard was absolutely gigantic. If you thought Shawn was big, think again.

I stopped at the lady in the front, who greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked pleasantly. I smiled politely.

"Yes, hello. I'm with Mendes." I said. She nodded and lead me inside. The lights were turned down low and there was the comforting chatter of people that you usually hear in restaurants. I was too busy looking around and observing the environment to notice that we had stopped at the table.

"Leila!" Shawn said excitedly, jumping up from his chair and giving me a soft hug. I laughed lightly and smiled.

"Hi Shawn." I said as he planted a tiny kiss on my forehead. He pulled away before pulling out my chair for me.

"Very chivalrous, thanks." I laughed as I took my seat. I shifted my attention to Andrew, smiling at him.

"Hi Andrew, it's nice to see you again." I said, surprisingly excited to see him again.

"You too, its already been too long." Andrew said with a laugh.

Maybe tonight would be more fun than I thought.

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Really really short but I don't feel like writing anymore so there you go