Loving You

CHAPTER 11- "How did you get pass security?"

Once I'm out of my uncomfortable clothes, I change into a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. I go downstairs to grab a bag of chips and feed Snow according to the text mom sent me during my 'lovely' evening walk home.

The last time I played Skylar was the day before resumption. If you haven't figured it out yet, Skylar is my guitar. And no, I didn't name it after Skylar. 

Okay fine, I did. 

But I was 15 then and he was my celebrity crush. KEYWORD: WAS. He was my idol. I wanted to be like him. But now, no. He's literally trash. I hate his sudden mood swing so much, but I keep listening to his songs. At first, a part of me thought we actually could be friends. Clearly he's not interested in that. 

After feeding Snow, I pick her up and take her up to my room. I set her on a pile of comfy pillows right beside my stuffed animal army. 

I sit on my bed with my back against the headboard and my giant stuffed pikachu right beside me. Once I pick up my guitar, I start playing  and singing one of FOREVER ALIVE's hit songs, 'If only you knew'.

I sing for a while until I get cut off by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The footsteps stop. Okay, maybe it's just my imagination. Everyone's out and not coming home till morning. 

I resume strumming my guitar, but I get cut off again. This time I hear the sound of a door handle being turned. I look up at my door, but it's not moving. While straining my ears to check if what I'm hearing is real, I hear them again.

The footsteps. 

Okay, now I'm positive this is real.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Sweet Jesus. A robber!

How did he get pass Rick? He must have given him a nerve twitch, just like in the movies.

So this is how it ends. I've not even graduated or gotten married to Shawn Mendes.

Wait, Shawn Mendes... I'm gonna live for you.

I scan my room for a potential weapon and my eyes land on the hairspray on my vanity. I walk towards it and pick it up. This should work. I know the hell I went through when some of it got into my eyes. It felt like hot sauce with a hint of chopped onions.

I walk towards my stuffed animal army and pick up as much as I can carry on one arm. The footsteps get louder as it comes nearer.

The door suddenly flings open. I start screaming on top of my lungs and spraying the hairspray while throwing my stuffed animals towards the door. My eyes are shut tightly as if opening them would get me killed.

It probably would.

Once I run out of stuffed animals, I focus entirely on spraying the hairspray towards the door, still screaming and hoping that Rick would somehow hear me through these god-damned soundproof walls.

He can't... Even if he could, he's probably unconscious.

"What the hell?!" the person yells, immediately making me to stop. I recognize that voice anywhere.

"Skylar?" I finally open my eyes to see a fuming and wet Skylar. "Are you crazy? What're you doing in my room?"

"You're clearly the crazy one here," he hisses, running his hand across his face.

"Well it's not my fault, I thought you were a robber," I defend, arms folded.

"A robber?" he looks at the ground where some of my stuffed animals are sprawled and his countenance turns into that of amusement, "and throwing your stuffed animals at me was what you thought of?"