Like You Love Me

Showers

"W-What?" I ask him in shock.

"In separate showers I mean." He clarifies and I force a laugh.

"Well then yeah, we should take a shower." I state and he chuckles.

I go over to my things and pick out some comfortable clothes. A mint colored tank top and some grey skinny jeans.

I head into his bathroom after grabbing my stuff to find him already in there undressing.

"Oh- I am so sorry! Why didn't you shut the door?" I exclaim after turning around face bright red.

"I thought I would be in the shower by the time you finished picking out your clothes." He tells me honestly and I shake my head at him.

"I'm not like Camille, Shawn, I don't take forever to pick out my outfits." I state harshly on accident.

"I never said you were." He states with a confused tone.

"Sorry, I'll shut the door behind me." I tell him before walking out to the bathroom in the hallway and taking a shower.

It takes me about thirty minutes to shower and get dressed.

When I walk back into his room he is sitting on his bed in a towel playing his guitar.

As soon as he sees me he stops playing.

"Let me guess...You thought I would be longer in the shower?" I tease gesturing to his towel.

"See? You get me." He sticks his tongue out at me before going back to his bathroom and getting dressed.

When he comes out I am sitting down on his bed waiting for him to join me.

"Why haven't you ever taught me how to play?" I look over at his fender CD-60 acoustic and smile, I gave him that guitar, it was his first one.

"You've never asked." He tells me and I scoff.

"Yeah right, I ask all the time." I roll my eyes and he scoots away from me a little.

"The truth is I'm nervous." He confesses and I scrunch my eyebrows.

"To teach me guitar? But you taught Camille..." I say quietly, now,that hurt.

"Yeah, but its different with you..." He states hurting me even more.

"Whatever, why don't you just bring her on tour with you since you obviously don't ever want to bring me." I tell him harshly standing up from the bed, grabbing my phone and walking out of his room.

#-#

"Bye guys, I'll see you...sometime. Tell Shawn not to bother." I state before walking out of the Mendes household.

Maybe I'm overreacting, acting irrationally.

Stupid jealousy

I'm halfway to my house and the guilt of leaving him over this small thing is stupid, or is it?

We've been best friends ever since we met, soulmates.

The Guitar has always been something important to Shawn, he shares it with Camille, His fans, and his family, yet he has a problem sharing it with me and that hurts.

I guess music has always been something I've been interested in, but Shawn is the one with the talent.

When I gave him that first guitar he promised to teach me how to play the guitar one day when he got good enough, from that day on we were both obsessed.

Ever since we were three we knew we would be best friends forever, but lately I'm starting to question the forever part...

We just keep drifting further and further away, I wish I was as important to him as his guitars, but I never will be and I understand that.

But am I really worth so little to him that he won't teach me how to play, or even talk to me about how he is anymore?

I reach my door and take a deep breath before opening it, preparing myself not to cry.

"Hey honey, I thought you were spending the day with Shawn." My mom greets me as I start walking up the stairs to my room.

"Yeah, we were, but I'm just tired, need some sleep." I tell her before continuing up the stairs to my room.

As soon as I hit my bed I snuggle beneath the blankets and close my eyes.

I hear my phone buzz and ring so I just put it on mute, if its really important whoever it is knows where I live.

I find my self staring at my lavender colored ceiling and smile as I remember when Shawn helped me paint it.

I let my eyes fall shut and the spell of sleep be cast upon me.

#-#

When I wake up its 6 in the morning.

How did I even sleep that long?! I fell asleep at 3 o'clock yesterday.

I stand up from bed and decide to just go ahead and take a shower.

"No workout today... " I pat my stomach.

After my shower I grab a book off my desk and try to take my mind off of Shawn.

I know I'm being childish, but this is something that means a lot to me. Its not even the fact he won't teach me how to play guitar, its that he won't tell me about being able to bring me on tour.

I switch the plane ticket (I've been using it as a bookmark so I don't lose it. ) he gave me from hand to hand trying to guess what its for, but what does it matter anyways, its not like I'm still going to go.

I check the time to see it reading 12:00pm, have I really been reading that long? I set down my book on the nightstand after bookmarking my page and grab my phone.

I see a dozen texts and calls from Shawn, but Ignore them and simply set my phone back down.

What a great birthday tomorrow will be. Note the sarcasm.

#-#

I hear someone knock on the door and walk over to unlock it and let them in.

"Hold on." I unlock the door and as soon as I open it I am engulfed in someone's arms.