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in which a 17-year-old gymnast meets a 19-year-old singer at her family's hotel and their friendship blossoms into a complicated relationship
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FIRST PUBLISH: 05/12/20
COMPLETED: 12/19/20
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*tw: mentions of sexual abuse*
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I sat in my car, contemplating if I should get out and just knock on the door or drive away. I nodded and took a deep breath, climbing out of my car. I walked up to the door and paused for a moment.
"This is stupid" I muttered to myself and sat back in the driver's seat of my car. I ran my hands over my face, trying to come up with a plan on how to approach this.
"Whatever, I'll just call him" I spoke to myself.
I opened my contacts and clicked on Shawn's name. My thumb hovered over the blue 'call' button for a moment before I pressed it. I waited as the phone rang.
What if he doesn't pick up because he's still mad? Is he even actually back in LA or was he just saying that? This is dumb. I took the call off speaker and ended it.
Not a second later, I got a call back from Shawn. I slid to pick up and put my phone on speaker.
"Shawn?" I said quietly.
"You called first," He said.
I licked my lips. "Do you- Are you at the... Uhm" I stuttered, "Shit, I'm sorry uhm, are you at the house right now?"
"Yes... why?" Shawn asked slowly.
Now or never, right?
"Can we talk? I'm outside" I replied.
"Oh" Shawn said, sounding surprised, "Yeah, I'll open the door for you"
"Okay" I nodded and ended the call.
"Fuck" I quickly checked my appearance in the mirror before walking up to the front door.
The door opened and Shawn peeked out. "Nice car" He managed a weak smile.
I smiled awkwardly, "Yeah I got it last year"
"Come on" Shawn nodded his head behind him.
I walked inside the house and he led me to a part of the house I hadn't been in yet. I assumed this was his room. Shawn shut the door and sat on the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, next to him.
"What'd you need to talk about?" He asked. I looked down at my shaking hands and clasped them together.
"I-" I felt my eyes tearing up. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I..."
