don't be a fool [s.m]

chapter 4

amanda

my eyes popped open as the thunder outside cracked loudly. i sit up, planting myself on my elbows as i yawned.

i notice i am in my bed now, and figure shawn had just carried me up here.

i scoot over, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. as my small toes touch down on the cold flooring, goosebumps form on my skin. i shake it off and stand up, walking downstairs.

"shawn?" i called. no reply.

"shawn?!" i call again, then glance at the couch. no blankets or remotes have been touched, telling me everything was just a dream. shawn would always leave everything messy.

i groaned, feeling sadness over flow me.

"i'm never going to get him back. he hates me." i whispered to myself, silence taking over the empty space enveloping me.

i felt a tear slide down my cheek as i walked back upstairs, grabbing my phone.

i fall on my bed and break into a sprawl, scrolling through my notifications. no texts from him, no calls from him, no tweets from him, no DM's from him. no nothing.

i slapped my forehead and chucked my phone across the room.

"this is all my fault!" i yelled, slamming my foot down on my hardwood floor. i hear the faint sound of a bone crunching as i shriek in pain.

"fuCK!" i screamed, cringing as my eyes narrowed to a squint.

i reach for my phone, dialing shawn's number once it's back in my grasp.

on the third ring, i heard the beeping stop and his voice begin to chirp.

"amanda? hello?" he speaks.

"shawn-" i breathe, trying not to cry.

"what? what's wrong?!" his voice becomes concerned.

"i.. i think i broke my foot. can you take me to the e.r.?" i say quickly, closing my eyes as i sniffled.

"yes, of course. be right over." he says and the line immediately went dead. i sat and waited for about five minutes in excruciating pain, when i heard the door click open.

an exhausted urgently appeared in front of me, shawn's soft eyes meeting mine.

"can you walk?" he asks me and i glare at him.

"right, sorry," he says as his hands slither around me, lifting me off of the couch. he carries me to his jeep, easily holding me with one hand while opening the door with the other.

he sat me down inside, closing the door and rushing over to the driver's seat.

"there should be some ibuprofen in the glove box," he tells me as the car rolls into a reverse. i open the glove box, grasping the small white bottle in my hand. i pop the cap off, taking two tablets, sipping down some of shawn's water as well.

"shawn, it hurts," i whimper, closing my eyes tight as the car launched forward.

i felt shawn's fingers in between mine, squeezing my hand tight.

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"what's the emergency?" the lady at the front counter asks as i sit in one of their very uncomfortable wheelchairs.

"she thinks she broke her foot," he says, clearly panicked.

"okay, she'll be called back shortly. what's her name?" she asks him.

"amanda marie yates, 16 years of age," he says. i'm not usually fond of change, but if this caring person that has somehow managed to squiggle into shawn's empty body is permanent, i wouldn't mind.

shawn grabs the handle bars to my chair, pushing me to the waiting area.

he rubs his eyes as he sits, looking up at me afterwards.

"hi," he says in a quiet voice, feeling like this is the only time we've gotten to peacefully communicate all week.

"hi," i say in a very low whisper, looking down at my hands.

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a/n ok i'm so sorry for this chapter, it sucks. but only this one! the next ones will be great, i promise!

xx, char