Shawn's POV;
It was 3 in the morning and I was trying to tune out the banging and screaming in the other room. Chloe and Jack had gotten into a fight I guess. Nash woke up and started yelling bloody murder when Cameron tried making a mustard mustache on his face and Vining it, and Alyssa and Hayes were in the room next to me laughing hysterical over something I don't even know.
I rolled over to see Matt sound asleep. I sighed and was just about to close my eyes again when I recognized the soft voice,
"You can't sleep either?"
It was Jack Johnson. I rolled over on the other side and nodded, yawning.
"I'm exhausted too.", he said pursing his lips.
"Yeah...I've been so tired lately trying to figure out this music stuff, you know? I'm just really getting into it and I know nothing is probably going to happen, but it just really...," I was trying to find the right words to say to express how this music made me feel, "It calms me down and really clicks with me. I feel happy making other people happy. Even if it's only 50 or 100."
Johnson grinned and nodded.
"Yeah. I used to be big into the whole rapping thing too back at my old school."
I rasied an eyebrow.
"Maybe we should see if we can make something out of it in the morning.", I suggested before closing my eyes again and finally falling into a fast, blissful sleep.
That night I dreamt of me walking onto a big stage.
Hundreds of thousands of fans crying and screaming, singing along to every word that I sung while playing my guitar. I would look up at the bright lights and cameras recording me and look past that. I'd look at how big I'd become...a superstar.
That's it, me, Shawn Mendes. A superstar. Maybe one day.
Chloe's POV;
I threw the empty banana peel into the garbage can and sat back on the couch thinking.
What were me and Jack anyways? Not even an official couple. Just messed around, cuddled, and had sex, great sex acually a few (a lot) of times. I bit my lip and twirled on a stand of my knotted hair. Why was I always stressing this kid so much? I don't know what it was. I truly don't. I just know something in my gut, my heart, and even my brain was telling me to hold onto him and never, ever let him go.
I just didn't know how to handle these sorts of things. That's when I built up the courage after rehearsing what to say, I combed through my hair, pushed my boobs up, and walked into our..my bedorom.
"Jack.", I said confidently.
No answer.
"You can't ignore me forever! I'm so sorry for what I said and I miss you already.", I blurted and began rambling, "I'm...I'm just an idiot sometimes and don't know what to do in these situations. I just know I need you right now and already miss our conversations where you get all deep and I pretend to think you make sense."
Nothing. I was about to push him out of the bed but I couldn't help but stare.
Goddamn those back muscles.
While I was looking, I noticed something. The way his chest was moving.
Fuck! He was asleep!!! I rolled my eyes and stood in the middle of the doorway debating on waking him up and reciting my little speech or waiting until the morning when we were both okay.
I threw myself onto the couch and hoped it'd be a good morning.
