Graffiti; s.m. c.c.

two

{Shawn}

I rode on my old beaten up skateboard, not really knowing where I'm going. Not really caring where I was going only wanting to get away for a little bit. The cool air froze me from the inside out, the slight breeze whipping through my hair. I found myself in a small town's main street. Everything was completely abandoned. One sign caught my eye. I stepped off of my skate board and held it in my hand. The sign was a photoshoot of mine announcing my show in Vegas. I laughed to myself. That wasn't me. I didn't want to take a photo shoot of me in a flat had with sunglasses on. I looked like a complete douche bag. Hundreds of thousands of people have seen me look like a complete asshole. But that's what sells. That's what the fans want.

I was snapped out of my thoughts my the sound of whispering. My head turned to see three girls staring at me, eyes wide, they were talking amongst themselves. I heard my name a few times knowing that they were fans or at least they knew who I was.

"Shh," I placed my finger over my mouth. "Don't scream, please."

None of them listened, "SHAWN MENDES! Oh my god is that you?!"

I acted on instinct and ran. I'm not sure where I was running to but I did know what I was running from. The girls followed, only a yard or two behind me. After a few minutes of sprinting I could no longer hear them behind me. A gas station came into view, the parking lot vacant except for one car. As I ran closer more details came into view. The car had a pizza sign on the roof of it. A girl with long black hair and a baseball cap sat in the front seat with a bitchy look on her face. Not having any other escape plan I knocked on the window.

She looked up the bitch face was immediately replaced with complete shock. I begged for her to let me in but she wouldn't budge. The three girls rounded the corner, they screamed my name from a parking lot away.

"Please," I pleaded.

"Alright get in."

I opened the door, sitting down with my skate board. The smell of fresh pizza hit me like a wall.

"Wait do you know who I am?"

The delivery girl laughed and rolled her eyes, "No."

The girls sprinted across the parking lot, "Go go go." I smacked my hand on the dashboard as if it would help the car move any faster.

"Where are we going," She questioned in a sassy tone.

I honestly have no idea where the bus was stopped, "Uh are there any other gas stations around here?"

"Yeah all the way across town."

"Okay then there."

She giggled sarcastically, "Do I look like a taxi service?'

"Uh no but you do look a delivery service. So could you please deliver me to the other gas station?"

"Wow you are just as douchey as everyone says you are," she mumbles.

My heart pounded at the thought of my cover being blown. I was stuck in a car with this girl. She could be a crazy fan. She could lock me in here and do who knows what to me.

"I uh I thought you said you did know who I was."

{Camila}

I tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear as I nervously bit on my lip. I can't believe I just said that out loud. Earlier when I said I had no clue who he was I was being truthful but then I started connecting the dots. Girls screaming and running after him, him asking a complete stranger for a ride apparently his mother didn't have time to teach him about stranger danger while he was rehearsing for Ellen or some other interview show. Maybe it was the way he acted. Or maybe it was the way he looked. Shawn had douchey teen written all over him.

"Well I didn't...earlier," I looked at him and grinned trying to be polite.

Shawn flailed his large hands in the air, "Please don't scream. I'll give you anything you want, an autograph? Front row tickets? A selfie?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Who does this kid think he is. I couldn't handle the jocks at my school who thought there were popular, let alone this arrogant jackass.

"Just because I recognize you doesn't mean I'm your biggest fan, " I propped my head in the palm of my hand, the rest of my arm balanced against the window. His head looked like it shrank a little bit after I took a jab at his ego.

After a few more minutes we reached the gas station's parking lot. It was completely empty.

"Fuck," Shawn grumbled. He stood outside leaning against the hood of the rusted car. I sat in the car for a few minutes before acknowledging how distressed he looked.

"So..." I started not really knowing what to say. The wind blew back the few pieces of my hair that weren't contained by my hat.

Shawn rubbed his hands together and exhaled, "They're gone."

"Whos gone?"

"My management," He looked at me as if I should feel sympathetic.  "The tour bus. I have to be in Vegas in a few days. Fuck," Shawn slammed his fist against the hood of the car before sitting up. I pulled my phone from my pocket and figured I better return to work.

"Well, your a big boy I bet you can figure it out. I've go to get back to my shift," I reached for my door handle.

Shawn's eyes lit up, "I'm going to need somewhere to stay."

"There's a hotel three blocks north of here," I responded not thinking anything of it.

"Well actually... I was hoping..."

"Not a fucking chance."

I knew exactly what he wanted. There was no way in I was going to let it happen.

Shawn pouted his lips, "Please? Just one night. I'll pay you $40."

I shook my head. Not happening.

"200?"

I refused again.

"$400. Please? Just one night. I'll be gone before you wake up," he begged.

I felt like I found a stray dog that I couldn't resist from taking home. "Fine. $450 and I want you out of my hair before I wake up. You're sleeping on the floor."

Shawn extended his hand out to me, "Shake on it."

I placed my hand in his.

"Hurry before my parents get home."

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From now on I'm going to be posting a chapter of this book every Saturday. This probably has been my favorite book to write this far tell me what you guys think of it. Thank you - R.L.T