For Worse or For Better (Shawn Mendes)

Digging Deeper

See, you're not what I expected.
-Maria Mena

"Wow." I choke out.

Shawn sits back, sighing heavily. "You weren't expectant that, right?"

I shake my head silently. "My favorite past time is hanging with my best friend, Miles. But now that I moved here to Canada, it's probably reading."

"What's your favorite book?" Shawn asks suddenly.

I know my eyebrows. "My favorite book? Ohh, that's a hard one."

"I think I'd have to say...." Shawn says.

"Mines probably...." I start.

"Catcher in the Rye." We say simultaneously.

We whirl around and stare at each other, our eyes locking.

We have way more in common than we thought.

"Well, this just got awkward." Shawn says, playing with the hem of his shirt.

We ask each other a few more questions, until we get to the last one.

Shawn seems to be smiling a little bit more, even though his usual scowl always seems to come back.

He speaks as if he's growing more comfortable with talking to me, like maybe we could possibly end up not totally wanting to murder each other.

"Okay," Shawn says drowsily, "if you could meet one person in the whole world, who would you meet?"

I think about that for a second. I wanna say something intelligent, not some famous actor who I think is hot.

So instead...

"My true love," I blurt out, without thinking it through first.

Shawn gives me a confused look, but his brown eyes are smiling.

"My turn." I take a deep breath, getting ready for this. "Why do you seem like such a jerk?"

Shawn inhales a big gulp of air, and then let's it out, shuddering. "Maybe I am a jerk," he mutters more to himself than to me.

I find myself shaking my head. "No, Shawn. That's not the question. That's why I said 'seem' to be a jerk."

Shawn looks at me, his eyes filled with something I haven't seen in him.

Or maybe I have and I just haven't noticed it or been able to place it.

Sadness.

Hurt.

"Shawn, talk to me."

And just as I think he's about to tell me his whole life story, he shakes his head and turns his back to me. "I can't. I'm not ready."

I sigh. I can't push anymore right now.

Maybe later.

"I'm really tired," Shawn states, "goodnight, Sky."

Sky. My first ever nickname. Given to me by Shawn Mendes.

And smiling to myself, I lie down in the hard floor and close my eyes.

As I drift off to sleep, a thought occurs to me.

I do not hate Shawn Mendes.

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