I was fussing through my closet trying to find something to wear. I decided on a black jersey that said "Mendes 98" on the back of it a black and yellow batman skirt and black wedges. "There. That looks fine."
<Shawn's P.O.V.>
I was wondering what would happen when i met Maddi. Is she nice? What is she going to be like? Will i like her? What if i like her like her? No that wouldn't happen. Would it?
<Maddi's P.O.V.>
I walked out the door with the tickets in my hand to my friend Amy's house. You see, Amy likes Shawn's music but doesn't like him like i do. She doesn't fall all over posters or doodle his name on the back of her notebook. She does all that and more but with Taylor Caniff. She's a girl you wouldn't notice unless she jumped up on the lunch tables screaming, "I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT!" And you probably still wouldn't. But anyway, she was wearing a black tee shirt with green skinny jeans and a green bandanna. We drove to the concert place and waited. And waited. And waited. I wonder how this'll turn out.
<Shawn's P.O.V.>
I am pacing backstage, impatiently wanting to start the concert. I waited. And waited. And waited. I wonder how this'll turn out.
Dear Golden Llamas! Ily.
Bear with me please.
Ily!
Ttfn!
-Ashton's Bandana
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Dear Shawn,
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