The plane just landed and my stomach is turning. I forgot to mention that I'm a little nervous because it's been a while since I've seen Shawn. What if he thinks that I've changed?
"Excuse me, are you Sky?" I turned around and saw a man speaking to me.
"Yes, why?," I said.
"There is someone looking for you over there," the man said.
"Oh thank you!," I said. I turn around and it's him calling my name. I run to him and I jump into his embrace. There was a hug that lasted about four years. "Hey darling, I've missed you," Shawn said.
I couldn't speak through all my tears. "Aww baby girl don't cry," Shawn says.
"Where are we going?," I asked. Shawn looks over at me, "To my jeep silly, so we can drive to the hotel," Shawn says. He glares at me with a loving expression.
"We look like a couple," Shawn says catching me off guard.
"What was that hug for?," I questioned.
"What, can I not give my best friend a hug?," he says. I let out a large sigh, not intending for Shawn to hear it.
"Wow, what was that large sigh for?," Shawn asks me as he unlocks his Jeep.
"I don't know, I just... I don't know," I say.
"Okay then... Let's get going," Shawn says with a confused look on his face.
"Shawn, you sound angry or upset and you know you can't hide that from me," I say.
"No, I just feel like you sighed about something and you're keeping it from me," he says. Shawn turns on the radio and Stitches comes on and I am now jamming to it, like a complete idiot. He looks at me and laughs when the song is over. I roll my eyes. "Why are you laughing at me?," I ask him, knowing the answer already.
"It's just that I've missed that craziness," he says to me. I look down at my feet a little embarrassed. Shawn quickly picks up on the fact that I am embarrassed. "Why are you embarrassed? I love crazy girls." I look up at him and smile a little.
"So, since I'm a crazy girl you love me?," I ask Shawn.
"Of course I love you, your my best friend." I am so into our conversation that I don't even realize that we are in the hotel parking lot. Shawn gets out of the car and I follow. He opens the trunk and grabs my suit cases. "I have a question for you Shawn," I say. He smiles his beyond perfect smile. We start walking. "How did you survive without a body guard?," I say to him.
"He was following us this whole time. You didn't see him because he wanted to give us space," Shawn explains.
"Oh that makes sense. Sorry for being random," I say apologetically. Shawn laughs.
We slowly made our way to our room, which we were sharing I might add. He unlocks the door. "Welcome to your home for a week!," Shawn says excitedly. "It's beautiful," I say.
"Not as beautiful as you, he replies with.
"Aww Shawn stop. I want to tell you that I was sighing at the fact that you said that we seemed like a couple," I start to cry and he pulls me into his chest.
"And you miss Tristan," Shawn guesses. I look into his eyes and show a weak smile. He wipes away my tears again. But then I remember that Shawn hasn't really been here for me the last few weeks because of his tour. I pull away from him and begin to speak.
"I'm hurt because you are the one person who truly makes me feel happy Shawn and it's hard not having you with me because you are busy with your music career. Don't get me wrong, I am so proud of you but I miss you, I miss my best friend," I say quietly while avoiding eye contact.
