Y/n's POV:
"I just don't get you," i sigh through the phone, clearly pissed off at him because of his actions, "Not even a call, or a simple damn text, no face time, we depend on that to communicate and if you really didn't want too you could've just spared my feelings and told me so instead of ignoring me for your whole tour."
I take a deep breath after my rant expecting some half ass excuse along the lines of, "my phone kept dying," or even, "i didn't want my phone to die."
I scoff at my own thoughts, just heavy breathing coming from his end. I know I've shocked him from my words.
"No answer huh shawn? No excuse or a mere explanation?" My face heats with anger and impatience.
"You know how busy things get," he whispers through the phone, his voice dangerously dark, "a-and it's not that I didn't want to talk to you I just didn't have much time on my hands." He breathes out heavily, I can just imagine him running his hand through his hair in distress.
"Y/n can we please talk about this later, I come home home tomorrow and I'll call you when there isn't 20 people surrounding me." His voice sounds cautious, not wanting to exploit too much to the public.
"Well if you didn't want people to hear you should've called me earlier." I laugh cruelly, he must be so embarrassed. I shouldn't feel pride in this but he seriously should've thought about how our relationship was going to be effected.
"Princess please, let's just continue this later tonight. I really don't want to hang up on you but I might have too if we don't just say goodbye." Shawn's voice is frantic and he's talking with panic and this just makes me all the more mad.
"AS IF THEY DON'T ALREADY KNOW COUPLES FIGHT JUST STAY ON THE DAMN PHONE SHAWN," i scream through the phone, anger bubbling up in me. Maybe what I was doing was immature and inconsiderate but that's all he is.
"Don't blow this up to be bigger than it needs to be. You have the right to be mad." His voice is tinted with anger, him thinking that my actions are rediculous.
I laugh in complete oblivion on what to do, tears running down my face, "a-all I wanted was a phone call, and you can't even do that," my voice cracks at the end as i begin to cry, "Just forget it."
I hang up the phone cutting off a word he was beginning to say and I fall back on the wall, sliding my back down to the floor softly crying to myself.
The phone rings and I cry harder, ignoring the call knowing he half wants me not to even pick up anyways, it might be too embarrassing, I think to myself, and shawn would never want to be embarrassed.
He leaves a message anyways, "screw them, screw all of them around me, I don't give a damn just call me back okay? I love you I love you I love you," he keeps repeating sounding choked up, "and I was a dick to do what I did o-okay? Don't give up on me."
And then the line goes dead with me still sobbing, the only source of light is the moonlight coming through the windows.
"I won't give up shawn," i whisper to myself, "you just might give up on me."
________________________________________~wrote this off the top of my head and CAMILA AND SHAWN ARE SINGING A DUET I'M CRYING
~Leah
