•Serena's POV•
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"Okay. Shawn. I'm not some deranged fan trying to kidnap you. I just—you— you've been going to this studio for a while now haven't you. And just —I remember hearing conversations about you, and I just don't know how I didn't remember you." I explain.
"Oh my god." He mumbles embarrassingly, he cheeks turning a crimson color as he looks down at the green grass beneath us.
I laugh at his embarrassment. He shakes his head letting out a slight chuckle.
"Don't go assuming things guitar boy." I say arrogantly as I walk past him back into the studio bumping his shoulder on the way by.
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Shawn stands there for a second processing what just happened. But quickly he snaps back to reality and turns around to follow me. Soon as I know it, he's bombarding me with questions as to how I know who he is.
"Wait you've heard story's about me? Who was talking about me? Do I even know them? Wait how much do you really know about me now?" Shawn swarms me with questions as I pour myself a glass of water.
I turn around to face Shawn's confused and curious face, then stare at him while I slowly sip my water.
"You done yet?" I ask.
"Oh—yah—sorry. Wait. But—will you please answer me though, I'm so confused." He says sounded utterly lost.
"Yes, Ive heard plenty of stories about you. A couple of different people have told me. You might know them I don't know really. I don't really know anything about you, except that you're pretty well known and very talented." His cheeks immediately flushed red once I said that.
"Oh—okay, and thank you." He replies seeming a little embarrassed realizing that he's asking so many questions.
"Well what does this mean now..?" Shawn questions.
I look put my glass of water down, "Shawn this doesn't change anything, I still know basically nothing about you, just that you're pretty famous, play guitar and sing."
"So this doesn't change what you feel about me?"
I laugh once Shawn says that. Him thinking that his fame is going to make me attracted to him.
"No—Shawn—it won't change—anything." I say through fits of laughter. Shawn gives me both a confused and a little annoyed look.
Once I contain my laughter I tell him, "Shawn, hun, I was grown and raised around celebrities. Being around them just doesn't faze me anymore. And as cocky as that may sound, it just doesn't, I've met almost every celebrity you can name probably." Shawn looks at me stunned, like I said something super spectacular.
We stare at each other in an awkward silence for a few seconds, until Shawn narrows his eyes to me.
"Lady Gaga?"
I laugh. "Yes"
"Justin Bieber?"
"Me and him are practically siblings"
"Ed Sheeran?"
"He's kinda like an uncle." I say my voice going to a high pitch for no reason.
"Chance the Rapper?"
"Yessery."
"Adele..?"
"Yes Shawn!" I laugh. "Ive met basically everybody, the only person I haven't met was you, but now I can cross you off the list."
He's quiet
It was my eyes that narrowed at him this time.
"So you done swarming me with questions?" I ask him a impatience tone but only meaning it as a joke.
He's still quiet.
We hold eye contact for a couple more seconds, but quickly I break it by pushing past his tall figure, and walking out of the kitchen to the living room area. I sit down on the couch with my book and pretend to be reading my book, but actually waiting for him to say something.
Shawn finally moves and walks in front of the glass table my feet were propped up on and talks.
"So.... this isn't going to effect anything?" He asks once again.
I pretend to think about it, and look up from my book.
"Nope." I close my book and push myself up from the couch.
"You're still the annoying—practically stranger who tackled me before even getting my name." I say walking out of the living room and up the stairs with him following right behind me but him stopping once He reached the stairs.
Once I'm at the top of the wooden stairs, he takes a moment to say something while I'm still walking to my room.
"How am I annoying though!" He yells so I can hear, but him saying it as if he was a 7 year old who just got called annoying.
I chuckle to myself and shake my head even though he can't see me.
"This is gonna be interesting." I say to myself.
SORRY I SUCK! YA I KNOW! This is basically just a filler. But you guy are amazing Pop Tarts for putting up with my late updates:) until neeext time! -kelsey
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My Studio
Fanfiction"This is my Studio!" Serena Mitchell, the quiet one. Shawn Mendes, the well known famous singer every teenager drools over. What happens when they both end up in the same Studio. Will Serena open up to Shawn and tell him her story? Or will Shawn not...
