Why Love When Its Hopeless?

Chapter 23.

~Shelby's POV~

Fredo and I walked into the bus and was greeted by Scooter who was walking out. "Hey Shelby. Hey Fredo, better hurry up with showers since Justin is getting ready to get off stage." Scooter said walking out with wet hair. "Haha okay, see ya Scooter" Fredo said, waving at him as Scooter walked off the bus. Once the door was shut, Fredo turned to me, "So do you want the shower first?"

"Nah you go ahead, I don't like having people wait on me." I said shaking my head. "Are you sure?" He asked before walking to his bedroom not waiting for a response. Haha wow. I just chuckled before walking into my room. I decided to unpack a few things, while I wait for the shower.

I shut the door behind me, and walked over to my suitcase. I pulled out my laptop that was underneath all of the clothes. I plugged the charger into the wall and charged my laptop, and did the same with my phone. I grabbed a couple T-shirts and pulled open the dresser drawer and set them in.

After about 10 minutes of putting things away, a there was a knock on my door. "The shower is all yours!" Fredo shouted. "Okay!" I shouted back so he knew I had heard him. I grabbed my small purse, and placed my clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt along with a bra and a pair of undies and the toiletries I needed. I stepped out of my room, shutting the door behind me, and walked to the shower. 

"Hey Shelby! I'm gonna go and help out with the crew! Are you gonna be okay alone on the bus?!" Fredo shouted.

"Yeah, I'll be fine!" I shouted back. Perfect! When I take a shower, I can't help but sing. It's weird, I know but I just can't help it. I didn't want Fredo or anyone to hear me so now I can sing as loud as I want, but I do have to be sure to be careful just in case someone walks into the bus.

I undressed myself, and started the shower head. I put my hand underneath the water to make sure the temperature was just right. Once it was okay, I stepped in, grabbed the shampoo bottle out of my bag. I sat the bottle down on a little self on the wall. I got my hair wet, and let the warm water run down my back.

I closed my eyes and sighed, the lyrics just suddenly poured out,

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Dug my out my way, out blood and fire. Bad decisions that's alright, welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss, no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing underestimated, look, I'm still around. Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than, Fuckin' perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing you're fuckin' perfect to me.."

I went through the rest of the chorus with tears running down my cheeks. I have finished with my shower, by the time I was done with the song. I grabbed a towel and wiped away the tears, and dried off my body.

I put on my clean clothes, put everything else in the bag, and wrapped the towel around my hair, and on top of my head. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were puffy and red. I sighed, and opened the door, shutting the lights off and walking out. When I walked out I heard clapping. I jumped a little, and turned my head.

I saw Justin standing there with a wide smile on his face. My eyes widened, I walked across the hall and into my room. I closed the door, putting my back against it. I slowly slide down it, till my butt hit the ground. No one but Kierstin has ever heard me sing, and I was planning on keeping it that way. Kierstin always bugs me on sharing my talent with the world, but I just don't want to share it.

Singing is my way to get my emotions out. I don't want the fame life, I don't want the paps, the haters, the crowds, the stress. I don't want that. My thoughts were interrupted by knocking on my door. "Shelly, are you okay? Come on, open up." It was Justin. I sighed and stood up, opening the door. I grabbed Justin's arm and yanked him in my room, closing the door. "Shelly, are you okay? What's wrong?" Justin asked, after I shut the door.

I sighed looking down, "I'm fine. But did you hear me in the bathroom?" I asked just to be 100% sure. "Yeah, and your voice is... beautiful! Why haven't I heard you sing sooner? Shelly you could get signed!" Justin said with enthusiasm. 

"Shh! I don't want anyone else to find out about this. Please." I said in a low voice, taking out the towel that was wrapped on my head. Justin gave me a confused look, that I'm not going to lie, looked really cute. I couldn't help but smile a little.

"But why? You could be famous, people would love to hear your voice. I mean your voice is amazing." Justin said with low enthusiasm. I sighed and squeezed my damp hair in the towel, before tossing the towel on my bed. "Justin, you don't understand. I don't want to get signed. I don't want to be famous." I said grabbing my brush and yanking it through my damp, thick tangled hair.

"I still don't get it." Justin said, sitting down on my bed. "You will someday, just not now. And I don't really sing in front of anyone, anymore." I said drifting off into a whisper. I finished brushing my damp hair, I put my hair into a messy bun. 

"Why don't you sing in front of anyone anymore?" He asked softly as I sat down next to him. I sighed. I was getting ready to speak when someone knocked on the door. "Justin, you in there?" It was Scooter. I looked at Justin, and he stood up. "Yeah, I will be out there in a sec." Justin said towards the door. There was no response, indicating Scooter left. Justin bent down so he was eye level with me.

"You can talk to me about anything, at any time, anywhere. I'm willing to listen." Justin said placing a hand on my knee. I looked at me with a small smile. "Promise?" I asked holding out my pinkie. Justin chuckled a little before wrapping his pinkie on mine, "Promise" He said with a smile.

"Thanks, for everything." I said to Justin, before he stood up. "No problem Shelly, goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." Justin said, bending down placing a kiss on my forehead. I couldn't help but blush, and freak out on the inside. "Goodnight, Jay." I said, without thinking. Justin pulled back and smile at me. "Jay? I like that." He said before walking out. I blushed and watched as he shut the door behind him.

I sighed, slipping underneath the warm covers, before shutting off the lamp, and thinking about Justin, before drifting off into a world full of fantasies.