chapter 15

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amanda

i woke up to the burning sunlight glaring into my eyes. i rolled over, the spot beside me empty.

"shawn?" i called, no answer. i sigh, sliding out from the fluffy white sheets. i walk over to his closet, picking out one of his soft hoodies. i slide it on and make my way to the stair case, stepping down each one slowly.

as i reached the bottom, a cold breeze flew over me. i hug myself, trying to stay warm.

"shawn!" i called again, no reply. he can't be gone, this is his house.

i walk into the kitchen, relieved to see a note laying on the table.

i pick it up, my small fingers grasping the wrinkly piece of paper.

i'm out with brian. charli said she'd be over when you wanted her, so text her. love you. - shawn

i sighed. i guess it's just gonna be char and i.

i walk back upstairs, grabbing my phone and messaging charli.

me:
>> hey, i just woke up.

char:
>> i'll be over in a few. still getting ready LOL

me:
>> mk

i set my phone down again, walking to the bathroom and preparing for a shower.

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afterwards, i hop out and do my regular routine, texting charli to see what she wanted to do.

me:
>> do you have anything specific planned for today?

char:
>>  i'm on my way. and no, why?

me:
>> no reason, just bored

char:
>> ok, well we can talk about this later. i gotta drive.

me:
>> mk

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"i'm here!" charli makes her grand entrance.

i walk to the front door, where she was standing.

"hi," i say and she smiles.

"hello, mands. so what did you have in mind for today?" she asked, adjusting the cross body bag on her shoulder.

"i'm in a painting mood," i purse my lips, watching charli's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"okay, let's get to it!" she claps her hands.

"one problem," i say, grabbing her wrist before she hops off.

"what?"

"all my supplies are at my house," i huff and she crosses her arms.

"i doubt that," she rushed upstairs. i chase after her, following her into the guest room.

she's knelt on the ground, pulling paint sets out from under the guest bed.

"who's are these?" i ask her, looking at all of the expensive sets.

"i told shawn to get a bunch because you liked painting, i guess he never showed them to you," she says, shrugging.

"wow," i run my fingers down them, admiring all of the colors.

"okay, let's go," she picks them all up, grabbing my wrist and dragging me back downstairs.

"so where are we painting?" she asks, looking around at the entire bottom floor.

"the living room, i guess. i'll grab a table cloth to put on the floor. could you put some chairs and set up my canvas?" i ask her and she nods, walking off. i search for a table cloth, finding an old one and walking to the living room. the chairs were set up and our canvas' were neatly placed in front of them. i walked over to them, lifting the seats up and putting the cloth underneath.

"ya ready?" she smiles, sitting down.

"completely," i smile back, opening the case of paints and brushes that were laid in between us. i pick one out, dipping it in the black and letting my mind do it's work.

halfway in, it started pouring outside, occasional cracks of thunder and lighting catching our attention.

as i painted, i thought of shawn. about what him and brian were out doing.

"where'd brian go with shawn?" i ask, my hand continuing to smoothly glide across the canvas.

"i'm not sure. i think they went shopping for something," she shrugs, not taking her eyes of her edition of vincent van gogh's starry night.

"that's amazing, char. where did you learn how to paint like that?" i ask her.

"i don't know, i just doodle a hella lot." she chuckles and i smile, going back to my own.

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"finished," i breath, wiping my forehead.

"wow," charli speaks, "it's beautiful."

"thanks," i sigh, "i used to play."

"what?! since when?!"

"well, i started in first grade and stopped in sixth," i shrug, standing up.

"you have to play for me sometime," she said.

"um, no. it's been five years, i've lost it." i say, picking up my painting, examining every feature. i painted a guitar, but not just any guitar. a guitar that resembled someone. i didn't know who yet, but i know someone will be able to connect with it.

the body of the guitar was the forest, the fingerboard was the city. the person i had made up was stuck, but in the middle, the sound hole, was his family. they kept him grounded.

"mands," char snaps me out of my trance. i look up, shawn and brian standing there. brian was looking at me, shawn was looking at my painting.

"amanda?" he looked at me, his brown orbs pouring into mine. it was him, the painting resembled shawn.

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a/n i really don't know what this was hehe but yeA SHAWN FAVED MY TWEET TODAY IM SHOOK

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