Emma Johnson a young sassy philosopher. But she's also a broken teenage girl with a heavy responsibility.
Add famous heart throb shawn Mendes to the mix? Things are about to happen. Read about their journey...... A journey that all started with a r...
In life we all have made mistakes that lead us to be in a sticky situation where we ask ourself how'd I get myself here? If you haven't congratulations! Your not human good for you! I made two mistakes that lead me to something great. "Tickets" the middle aged woman security guard grunted. She must love her job. Note sarcasm. I grabbed Ella's hands tight not because I was scared she'd run off, that thought was mistake number uno. I was afraid we'd get separated by the sea of preteen and teenage girls with tears or looks of excitement and the irritated and weary looks on the parents faces. "Emma emma! I want to meet shawn!" "No Ella whatever you thinking stop it" "But Emm-" "No buts Ella stop you do not have a meet and greet that's the only way you'll see that boy." Mistake number two. She huffed and crossed her arm slouching in her uncomfortable blue plastic chair. I looked at my phone a half an hour until show time and it was already dark outside due to it being winter and New York. I take out my phone checking the time yet again hoping I be free to leave soon. I had the sudden urge to pee and knew if I didn't go now the line of hopeful future Mrs.Mendes fixing their hair and makeup would be from here to Jersey. Cue mental eye row. "Ella come on I have to pee" she rolled her eyes but refused to budge. "Come on Ella please I have to pee!" "She groaned standing and following me to find a restroom. After 20 minutes of looking around we finally found one allowing me to pee. "Ella stay right here!" "Yea yea go pee" I nodded and ran into the closest empty stall. I exited the stall washing my hands and outing on hand sanitizer. What? it's flu season well in New York it's always flu season. As I waited for Ella I got out my phone and leaned against the wall. After 5 minutes I called out her name in the semi empty restroom. Nothing. I tried again but Was met with more silence. I looked at the feet in the stalls. Nothing. I'm so dead where could she- "backstage!" I whispered to myself. I wasted no time finding my way backstage.
-------Present-------- I ran every which way looking down endless halls. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid of it jumping out of my chest. And to think I could be sitting at home on my nice comfy couch with a cup of tea watching wayward pines right now. But my mind is racing like my legs down these endless halls thinking of how dead I am if I don't find her. Mom and dad is going to skin you alive I thought for the millionth time in the last two seconds. "Ella?!......Ella?!...Ella?!....come out here NOW!!!" His dressing room! That's where she went! Great I just have to find it in this endless hall of doors. I neared one door as I heard voices "-and I love your music!" "Thank you I'm glad you do" I knocked on the open door I maybe beyond furious but no need to be rude. He looked up eyes meeting my for a second causing a feeling to fall in my stomach I must just be hungry. yes that's it! Hunger! He looked away and cleared his throat looking at my sister. Who's smile was ear to ear. "Well Ella?" He looked up my sister for my her approval on the name. She nodded eagerly beaming at him. He could have called her Ronald McDonald and she would have still nodded. He took a guitar pick from the back pocket of his black jeans. Looked at his outfit he wore a maroon sweater with the word vans written across in black letters and dark jeans. For a guy with millions of dollars he sure dresses modest. I noticed a small scar on his right cheek. He was pretty attractive I'll give his 1,997 wives out there that much. I never liked thar girls that cried at concerts they always seemed a bit dramatic to me. I looked up and saw him smirking at me Shetland he caught me I blushed shooting him a glare. He stood up towering over my 5'2 frame. He extended his hand for me to shake I stared down at huge hand. I reluctantly grabbed his probably germ infested hand and shook it. He smiled the smile that made the the other girls go mad I know because I heard Ella gasp. "shawn. shawn Mendes"he stated the obvious. "I hope you are because then I'd have to slap you for talking to my sister and call security". He chuckled again. "Did you come to get an autograph or picture" I looked at him confused as to why on earth I'd want that. He must have seen my face because he pointed to my shirt. "Oh no I'm not a fan I just came to find her I I stepped behind Ella giving her shoulder a death grip squeeze. "Wait your not a fan? Why not? You don't like my music?" He sounded shocked this guy! I rolled my eyes. "No it's not that it's you" he looked offended. "Calm down I mean I don't like how your judged these girls assume they love you but you don't even know their names. The worship you although for all they know you could kick puppies in your free time. All I'm saying is I don't judge good or bad I think there's a little more you you then a pretty face Mendes." He and Ella looked at me shocked. Then he smirked. "Did you just call me pretty-?" He waited for me to fill in my name "Emma Johnson". "Emma" he finished. I groaned of course he'd only hear that part. Someone has a big ego and it's filling the room fast I was beginning to feel suffocated. I angrily grabbed Ella's hand but as walked out I heard his laughter ring through the hall. I can't believe shawn whatever his middle name is Is laughing at me a total stranger!
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