Perfectly Wrong || Shawn M.

Part 26

"Hey, guess what?" Shawn said to me, taking a sip of his burning hot drink from a plain green mug.

"Hmm?" I responded, curious to what Shawn had figured out this early in the morning.

"They found it." He said, raising his eyebrows and smiling like I was supposed to understand. I tilted my head to the side and furrowed my brows, conveying that I was confused by his out-of-context statement.

"The fans, I mean. Wait... what I'm trying to say is that they saw that you helped out with Because I Had You." Shawn said, giving up on his confident act.

My eyes widened. I knew that they would eventually find the nugget of knowledge, but it had been sooner than I had expected. I thought that it would take them months and months to finally discover that I had been a contributor to the album. But, I guess his fans are pretty curious, because Shawn didn't seem surprised, nor disappointed, when he told me.

"They did?" I asked, a shocked expression coming over my face. "How?"

"I-I don't know. Maybe, like, Wikipedia or something." Shawn suggested with a light shrug.

"Where does Wikipedia get its information?" I asked suspiciously, taking a swig out of my plastic water bottle. (I recycled it when I was done, don't panic. Save the beluga whales, am I right?)

"Who knows? Not me." Shawn answered, leaning back in his stiff wooden chair and stretching a long arm above him. There was a crack, presumably from one of his arm bones, followed by a small wince on Shawn's face. I couldn't help but to giggle at the situation. It was a little mean, sure. I was laughing at his pain, but it was funny. It was one of those "you had to be there" moments.

"Yeah, anyways. Everyone's being weirdly supportive." Shawn said, looking at me with a glimmer in his eyes. His body language and expression were like he had just beat a record that he had been training for his whole life.

"Everyone was like 'ehhh' about you before, but now that they know that you can write a good song, they think that you're great." Shawn said, using his hands to reflect what he was saying.

"That made no sense. Sorry." He commented, biting his lip and tearing his eyes away from me. "I made it sound like that's you're only good quality; which it isn't, obviously. You're really good at singing, you play guitar and piano, you're really funny, you're really, really pretty, you have-"

"Yeah, I get it. I'm really great." I said sarcastically, smililing at the floor like an idiot after all of Shawn's compliments.

"Yeah, you are." Shawn said breathlessly. I could feel his soft gaze on me as I pretended to be interested in the patterned wood planks that made up the floor.

"You know what? You're so much more than really great. I-I just... I know I've said this before, but you're... perfect. Sometimes I can't comprehend how fucking amazing you are." Shawn said.

I looked up at him, wanting nothing more in that moment to give him the best, coziest hug in history and cuddle him for the rest of my life. He always talked about how perfect I was while not realizing his own perfection.

My heart fluttered as we stared at each other for the ten-millionth time since we meet. Even though it was one of our favorite pastimes and we did it more often than we were supposed to, I managed to find something new about him every time we admired each other.

This time, I noticed something that I never bothered to give a second glance. As I looked into his dark eyes, I saw the sadness they held. I never looked for those kinds of feelings, so I guess I never really payed attention. I don't know what happened this time, but I didn't even notice my face falling as I saw how broken he was.