Not So Over You (A BajanCanadian x Reader)

Chapter 18

Your P.O.V.

*3 days later*

I honestly don't know how I survived 3 more days without Mitch. He's my love, my salvation, my-no stop it Y/N. You need to stop making yourself cry over him.

As if I had any tears left...

I do think about him everyday though, I can't help it. When I'm playing with Mosa, when I'm laying down, when I'm watching TV. I have tons of pictures that get stained with a few tears before I grabbed tissues to flood them out of my eyes. Even though the way I won the games was brutal, the citizens don't acknowledge me much. I'm still not completely sure I've really "won".

Come to think of it, Starcrest is very subtle on their new Victor's recognition. I mean, I barely even had a celebratory party.

I would also think that a victor would get the 12th floor instead of the 11th but I guess not. Some rich person probably bought it out, the entire floor probably. How generous (note the sarcasm).

Shawn brought my things as he promised and I helped him move them up. One time I accidentley hit the wrong button . I pressed twelve instead of eleven. The door opened and I kept my ground until it would eventually close.

The 12th floor isn't what I thought it was. There were long hallways with windows out of them and paintings around the walls. The door were metallic with handles and doorbells to give it a modern feel. Definitely classier than the 11th floor.

I walked a little closer until I was out of the elevator and scanned the hallways. Each door has different outward appearances, so this rich person didn't rent out the floor. There were others who lived there too. Maybe I need to make some new friends. Shawn is great and all, but he has other friends too.

This guy upstairs sure doesn't seem to make too much noise either, I sometimes hear the floor creek above my head. It would sound like he was pacing. I hope the guy wasn't thinking too hard.

My apartment is very nice however. The manager ensured me that the 11th and 12th floor were identical so that rich guy up there wasn't living too unique.

It's also very lonely though. Just me and Mosa. And the beautiful scenery of a well incomed city.

It's not all bad. Shawn still comes over everyday. He said he might even move in with me if I wouldn't mind the new company. I generously turned down his offer, even though I'm sure I would bring it up later.

We actually had quite fun times. Movie nights, outside activities, in the three short days I've been here, he's made my life happier already. But sometimes I can't shake the feeling of that picture on my nightstand of my past love, doesn't like who I'm spending my time with.

I know 3 days might not be a good amount of time to recover but Shawn and I are trying our hardest. We've come a long way. I'm proud.

*4 months later*

The two of us have come quite close, best friends pretty much. He comes over all the time now, with Mosa's approval of course. We've gone to the beach, carnivals, concerts, tons of things.

I'm not sure of what Shawn and I are at this point. I know he's the sweetest guy in the world, can be really cute at times, has a laugh that is too amazing, is scared of sharks, and he'd do almost anything for me. But of course, we aren't dating. Just really good friends.

Rich Uncle Penny Bags up there on the twelfth floor up there has had a lot of noise here now. It's not extremely clear but I heard sounds of muffled music and people's loud voices. Typical house parties.