Treat you better-Shawn Mendes

Shawn's house

It was the end of the school day and I had no Teachers telling me to stay a little later to talk about something, so I was on time for the bus. I sat all the way at the back and put in my headphones. The first song that showed up on my playlist was 'Lost Boy,' by Ruth B. I sang along quietly to the melodic tone that she had in her voice. I was so caught up in the song that I hadn't noticed Shawn sitting next to me.

His voice suddenly just showed up out of  no where." You have an amazing voice! Why aren't you in chorus?"

I jumped in surprise and almost dropped my phone from my hands, "Holy shit batman..."

He laughed slightly, "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" He asked me.

I sighed with a small exasperated and flustered laugh at the end. "Maybe a little." I confessed shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind my hair. He smiled at my shyness and apologized.

"So what should who should we do our report on?" He asked me.

I thought for a moment, "I have always been a big fan of Vincent Van Gogh. Especially his Starry Night painting. It truly is beautiful." I stopped myself from talking any longer. My father would often get angry if I talked for too long or rambled, mumbled, or even stuttered. "Sorry, I am rambling again." I apologized.

His expression changed into something that looked like sympathy and confusion, "Don't apologize for saying what's on your mind."

Shawn's POV:

   Something had happened to her or was happening to her currently. I could tell in the way that she would get worked up when I had asked her about herself or how she would apologize consistently whenever she would make the smallest mistakes or talk to much or get 'too excited.' It would make my heart sink whenever she got excited about something she was genuinely interested in, and suddenly she would realize and the light in her eyes would flicker out and she would apologize again. I wanted to hold her hands in mine and tell her that she never needed to be sorry for expressing herself to me, but it would most likely never come to pass. I wanted to find out what had happened to make her this way, but it would take time, and for her, I would take all the time she needs.