ALL I WANT [S.M]

28. Up

(One month later...)

The charcoal traced across the paper, as all of my imagination was translated into art. I scribbled a few lines and filled in the shadows with the tip of my finger, blending the shades together and staining my skin with the black of the writing implement. All of my emotions bled out onto the paper, permanently dying it with my creation. My eyes flickered up at Shawn, capturing his perfection as he sat across from me, guitar resting on his lap. He strummed lightly every now and then, distracting me from my artwork.

He began playing quickly, making me jump. "Christ, Shawn. I can't draw your arm when its moving aggressively like that, unless you want it to come out as a blurry mess."

"Actually, that would be really cool if you could make my arm look like it was moving." he said as he quieted his strumming.

"I'm drawing you, Shawn, not creating the first ever moving hologram. Just shut up and be still for like five more minutes! I just need to finish your arm and the guitar." I explained.

"Fine," he sighed as he stopped playing and placed his hand on the top of his guitar.

I sketched out his arm, and a small portion of his guitar before he was already moving again, reaching for his phone which was lying beside his foot.

"SHAWN, BE STILL." I demanded.

"Wait, I got a notification from Vine." he said, lifting his phone and unlocking it.

He took in a sharp gasp and jumped.

"Olivia! Olivia!" he chanted, hopping up, and rescuing his guitar before it tumbled onto the ground. He balanced it on the chair he sat upon as he barreled over to where I sat on my bed, shoving his phone dangerously close to my range of vision.

I latched onto his wrist and moved the screen away from my eyes as I tried to read what he was showing me, his hand shivering from excitement.

You have over 100,000 followers! the screen read.

"What? WHAT? WAIT, WHAT!" I was in shock.

"I HAVE OVER ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND FOLLOWERS ON VINE, OLIVIA." Shawn shouted as he hopped onto my bed, jumping up and down. I gripped tight onto my notebook as he shook the entire bed. Excited laughter began to fill the room.

He cheered excitedly over and over again,"I have one hundred thousand followers, I have one hundred thousand followers," in a sing-song voice, my stomach burning from laughing so hard.

"Is that for real?" I asked.

"Yeeessss," he replied, dragging out the word as he grabbed my hands and pulled me upwards. We danced like mad until he hopped down, squealing like a small child.

"I'm so... Just yay," he murmured happily. "Okay, hold on,"

He brought his phone up near his face and spoke,"Hey guys, I was wondering how many of you would go to a concert of mine! Comment below if you would want to go." He tried to act as calm as possible, but we all know he was still screaming in his head. He quickly typed into his phone before he set it down on my bookshelf, looking over at me with a broad smile on his face.