Falling 4 the Fangirl

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Sweater Weather- Shawn Mendes (Cover)

Erika

Holy shit! I just texted Shawn Mendes! And he texted me! He even said xoxox like, OMFG! Shawn Mendes may like me. Maybe. But he wants to meet me! Tomorrow! I can't wait. I'll hug him and smile so hard!

Too bad his flight ruined us talking. Oh well! We texted for about 5 mins straight and that's all I need. He's such a cutie. He called me cute and adorable.

Does he do that with every fan?

My fangirl rampage just got ruined by my fucking pessimistic mind. Damn.

What if he does? What if he texts every single fan that texts him and say "hey gorgeous. Xoxo"? Fuck this shit. Shawn Mendes does not do that. I'm probably someone special for him. That's what I'm telling myself.

Cynthia already sniffed that something was up with me. I was quiet in her car, a mojave (a/n yes, very ironic. Mojave is actually a color) colored Jeep Renegade. When I saw her constantly looking at me, I immediately put my earbuds in my ears and started singing to Shawn Mendes.

"Together we can just let go..."

"Shut up, Erika." Cynthia immediately shot my singing down.

"Am I that bad?" I asked, pausing "Life of the Party".

"No. You're being weird. What's up with you? Che c'é, cugina?" (What's up, cousin [female])

I always forget what that means. "Non capisco, cugina!" (I don't understand, cousin) I shot back.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Come stai?" (How are you?)

"Molto bene, grazie, e tu?" (Very good, thanks, and you?)

"Bene, grazie." (Good, thanks.)

Yes, if you didn't notice, we are Italian. I'm not as fluent as Cynthia though. She took Italian classes in school and Uncle Jonas taught her a lot of it. He didn't teach me much. Mom did. She taught me most of the basic and complicated things. I just forget a few of the greetings. There's just so many! We speak light Italian at home and heavy English.

My mom is always away. She's not dead. Heavens no. Mom is always too busy for us. That's why we are always with Uncle Jonas. He has always taken care of us, especially since Cynthia's mother died. Mom was with us the first few months, but then duty called, and she went out. She's a soldier in the Air Force. Lucky her. She gets to see the world. But, hey, she still sends us money to take care of me and Cory.

I started staring at the clock in Cynthia's car. 13:56 PM

"Cynthia, is your car's clock accurate?" I suddenly asked.

"No. It's about twenty minutes off. If you want, you can fix it." She replied, not taking an eye off the road.

"Alrighty."

Shawn

The plane ride was boring. As usual. I tried falling asleep but I couldn't. There was just too much on my mind. When I say 'too much on my mind', I mean Erika is invading my thoughts. I would take out my phone and look through our recent messages. They had my heart beating like crazy. I don't know why. And to top that off, I felt something flying around my stomach whenever I heard her name in my head.

When I stepped out of the plane into the terminal, two burly guards approached me.

"Mr. Mendes?" One asked. I nodded. "I'm Fidel. That is Creighton. We are going to be your body guards while you're in Columbus. Welcome."