Patience ➳ Shawn Mendes

Chapter 3

"Shawn." I breathed with a frown on my head. "What do you want?"

"Well, your mother told me to tell you dinner was ready and she wanted you down in five minutes." He told me.

I scowled. "Really? That's all? Gee, thanks." With that I slammed the door in his face and walked away back into my room.

I knew that if Mom told him that she expected me down in five minutes, I better make sure I was down in the next five minutes. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't get any food or she would tell me to make my own food and since I can't cook nor have any money, I would be screwed.

So I went down and took a seat at the table, right across Shawn.

I didn't want to be rude to him, truly but I knew that becoming friends with him wasn't the smartest idea ever. I had attachment issues and if I did get attached to someone there were my abandonment issues to deal with.

Picture this, Shawn and I were to become friends and I'd attach myself to him but he's a rising star and he's often on the road to tour so he won't be around all the time. I always worry so much I get sick so I would constantly be sick if I were to become his friend. I'd worry if he wouldn't want to be my friend anymore if he came back from his tour and would just leave me.

That would ruin me.

I don't know what would happen, it never happened before because I put up these walls that no one could break so they couldn't get too close and if I were ever to leave or they were to leave me, it wouldn't have that big of an impact.

For some reason I knew that Shawn would be able to break down my walls if there were ever a possibility to become friends with him.

All my issues stemmed from my past which is not something that I talk about easily. Everything that happened in my past had such a big impact on me that I even carry the scars to the day of today, sixteen years later.

The issues had both a good side and a bad side.

The bad side was that I only had a select few friends that I already missed terribly even though it was only two days. I had already skyped with them three times which proved harder than I thought.

My two best friends were at my school. One of them I knew for over ten years. TEN! My other best friend I only knew for four but they were the four best years I had with those two.

I also had some other friends but I didn't keep in contact with them as much as I did with my two babes.

The one I knew for over ten years, Aleksandra, was from Greek decent and was the best friend I ever had. We had our fair share of ups and downs but we always made it work. Whenever we had a fight we would find a way to make it work again. Throughout everything that happened in my life, she stood by me. A lot of people didn't get why we always made up after we had a fight but it was because of everything we did together. All we ever did, we did together. If one was in trouble you could bet your ass that the other was in trouble as well.

Then 4 years ago, Laura joined us and we became super close. Us three we were very close. At first it took some adjustments on my part to get used to the three of us and not the two of us. In the end, I got used to it and we would call each other sisters. That's what it felt like to us, we were nearly sisters that's how much we knew of each other.

Now I left them behind but I have a huge canvas of us three together. It wasn't shot that long ago, only three months ago. It was a black and white photo of the three of us on a bridge in a park where we sometimes met. It was taken by Aleksandra's boyfriend. While I didn't know him that well, I only saw him a couple of times, I knew he was good for her and treated her right.

The good side to my issues was just the same reason. I only had a select few friends and I didn't meet up with them every day. We would only meet up on Wednesdays and in the weekends. If Aleksandra wasn't caught up with her boyfriend, she would hang out with me or she would bring him with if she was caught up with him, it was just me and Laura... not that I minded.

So the time that I didn't meet up with my friends, I spent at home and studied. From all my studying came the opportunity to skip a year so now I'm a sixteen year old senior. My birthday is in October so soon I will be a seventeen year old senior, but you know what I mean.

"Charlotte." My mother said, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes.

"Huh? Sorry, what?" I asked, snapping out of my deep thoughts.

"I asked if you wanted some vegetables with your fries?" She asked, motioning to the bowl of vegetables in her hand. "Where were you with your mind?"

"Thinking about Aleksandra and Laura." I answered. "I don't want vegetables, though. Sorry."

"It's okay, darling." She said, putting a gentle hand on my head. "You, Oliver?"

"Yes, thanks Mom." He said, sitting back so Mom could give him some vegetables.

I took my plate and went to the kitchen to get some fries and Dad's famous stew. It was a delicatesse in Belgium and Dad rocked at making it. When Mom made it, we didn't eat as much of it as when Dad made it.

"So, this seems different." I heard a voice say behind me.

Turning around, I saw Shawn standing behind me. "What is different, Mendes?"

"The stew. We don't eat that kind of stew here."

"You should try it. Dad made it and it's delicious!" I told him, being somewhat kind to him. "It always is."

"Are there any to-"

"No, there are no tomatoes in it. You're safe." I told him, walking to the door to go back to the dinner room. "Hey, if you're lucky, Mom made muffins."

"Chocolate chip?"

"Which else?"

I left him alone in the kitchen when I heard my brother come closer.

As I sat down, I thought maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I could be nice, maybe and he doesn't have to become my friend.

I'm relieved.

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Still no pictures nor translations. Next chapter will come soon.