Song: I Would Love To Change The World
•Shawn's POV•
All I feel is anger. Pure. Fucking anger. I can't believe her. To actually think that we were something real. Not being able to control my anger, I punch the wall leaving an obvious dent in the navy blue wall.
"I-I-I I just don't fucking get it!" I say to no one in general, starting from a whisper to ending the sentence screaming. I feel like going over to that douche bag and ruining that perfect, fuckboy face of his.
Instead of acting towards violence, I just all of the sudden stop pacing back and forth. I stood in the middle of my now messy bedroom, breathing heavily. Thinking about if all the times that she told me she loved me was true. Or if it was a game the entire fucking year and 6 months.
Having all of this come into me all at once just starts to control me. Every moment we had together, wasn't actually a moment. All the "I love you's" was just a lie. Feeling utterly heartbroken, I feel a hot liquid drip onto my face. No, no, no, no. I say in my head not wanting to let her break me. I won't let her.
Still trying as hard as possible to stop the flow of tears from my eyes, they won't stop. I look at the picture of me and her on my dresser—— i stare at it, still having a waterfall of tears flowing. I pick up the picture and throw it against the wall, shattering the glass and breaking the frame.
Not know at all of what to do, knowing that no one is home, i obviously can't talk to my best friend about it, and calling Andrew would just be embarrassing. I, without even thinking it through, grab my keys off my counter, and sprint downstairs. Rushing through the house and back up the stairs, throwing random clothes in a bag, and other supplies that would be needed. Running back downstairs I grab a sticky note and write down "Out. Got inspired by something, probably be gone bout a week, love ya~Shawn." Sticking the sticky note somewhere where I know it will be seen. I notice that my tears have stopped and I just have my straight, emotionless face plastered on.
I rush into my garage, hopping into my black Jeep Wrangler, I quickly put my seatbelt on and pull out of the driveway. Not thinking about her or him or anything else except about the one place I can think of. The Studio.
Just mostly to describe the feelings Shawn has now and can be upsetted easily if someone said the wrong thing. Keeeeeeeppp voootteeeinnnnggg admins comment!💗☮💕💕💗💙💗💜
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My Studio
Fanfiction"This is my Studio!" Serena Mitchell, the quiet one. Shawn Mendes, the well known famous singer every teenager drools over. What happens when they both end up in the same Studio. Will Serena open up to Shawn and tell him her story? Or will Shawn not...
