Mercy-Shawn Mendes Fanfic

Chapter 5~Jersey

Chapter-5
Jersey

I sit at my desk staring at the small wooden box that lays directly infront of me. It's as if it's taunting me, reminding me of how much a coward I am just to take a simple glance at it, because when I do something that simple it would make me break out into tears. But right now I have a sudden feeling-urge to do what I would never have the guts to do, to look back at old times, to reimagine memories,
To remember.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, as I lift my right hand up, laying it on the polished wood. I run my fingers over the ingraved initials. 

K.C.  H.B.

The sloppy ingraved carvings read. I take a breath as my fingers find it's way to the locked hatch. I slowly take my chain around my neck and lift it over my head. I look down at the half gold key flipping it over and over a couple times in my hand. Taking the key I line it up with the hole putting it in and turning it to the right. As soon as I hear the clicking sound, signaling the box is unlocked, shivers run down my spine.

I ignore the feeling and lift the top up. As soon as I catch the sight of the belongings in the box I want so badly to quickly shut it and throw it back into the deep dark spot of my closet where it's out of sight and no where to be found. I want so badly to pretend like it doesn't exist, like I don't still keep it near and dear to my heart, like I could live without it. But in reality I can't it's like it's apart of me, something that I can never leave behind. After coming to the conclusion this is what I need, I turn my attention back to the open box, picking up the first thing that catches my eye.

The picture. The last picture I have and will ever have with him. The picture taken moments before he was taken from me. I swallow down on a dry throat croaking out the only thing that is running through my mind at the moment.

"I miss you." I say in a weak voice. "I miss you so so much." I cry out covering my face with my hands, letting the Polaroid drop to somewhere unknown in the process.

I suck in a shaky breath as my hands cover my eyes blocking me from the sight of the picture, the sight of his innocent loving face.

"Kendall." I hear.

For a moment it sounds just like him. A young youthful, silky, beautiful voice. Said in a low volume almost a whisper almost as if it was just the wind, it flowed as smoothly as the night breeze , it was as if my mind was playing jokes on me.

But I lift my head up from my hands revealing my vulnerable face. I look around seeing nothing, nothing until I turn to my right. The wind flows through my open window as it dances along my curtains blocking the open window with the white fabric, but through that fabric I see a silhouette. A silhouette of a tall built boy standing in front of me. There's no movement, no words, no sound except the wind and the curtains that come between me and the unknown silhouette.

Quickly the wind dies down and the white sheer curtains fall limp and back into place as it once was before the wind gave it some life. This gives me a clear view through the window, through my blurry eyes I see Shawn.

He stands in his room still, staring straight at me, and in his eyes I see something. I see a glisten of sympathy, of confusion.

"Kendall." He says again, his sweet silky voice flows through my ears.

He begins to open his mouth but just as he's about to speak I interrupt.

"No." I say. He swallows down. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" I say in a calm voice, I find myself standing infront of my window.

He slowly nods.

"Of course, you-you don't have to, I won't pressure you too, okay?" He says coming closer to his window.

"Okay." I whisper looking down at the white sill.

(Shawn's pov)

She looks down at her feet hiding her face from me. It hurts, she's beautiful, she shouldn't be hiding her beauty. It's silent as I think, maybe I should walk away, leave her alone for a bit. That's exactly what i was about to do, I turned on my heel and started to take a couple steps away from the window but then it popped in my head.

The jersey.

I turn back around and walk up to the window. How should I say this? She's clearly not in a good mood is it even a good idea to ask? I give in and build up my courage. This isn't like me. I'm always so confident and outgoing, talking to a girl flows so smoothly with me. But her, she's something else. I try to be my cocky confident self, but that all seems to wash away within minutes when I see her beautiful green eyes.

"Can I help you?" She says snapping me out of my thoughts.

I notice that I've been staring at her the whole time, my eyes connect with hers. Those eyes, those breathtaking green eyes, I swear they get me every time.

"A-actually you can." Damn why'd I stutter? What's wrong with me.

She raises her eyebrow acknowledging me to continue.

"I was um going to ask you something after dance tryouts, but you kinda stormed out," her eyes get sorrowful thinking back I immediately try to get her mind off of it because it clearly bothers her. "I um was going to ask." I quickly say changing the subject. "If you um wanted-well are you going to the big game tomorrow?" I change my original question.

She furrows her eyebrows together, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind her ear she speaks.

"I uh wasn't planning on it."she says.

"Then what were you planning to do on your Friday night." I ask curiously.

She adjusts her shorts a little.

"You know, um stay in watch Netflix." She says looking around.

A smile forms on my lips, an untamable smile.

"We'll change those plans." I say catching her attention

"Huh?" She asks clearly confused.

I let out a little chuckle as she fiddles with her necklace, i notice she does that a lot when she's nervous.

"You're coming to the football game tomorrow-"

"I don't think that's a good idea." She starts.

"You're coming to the football game," I start again, leaning against my elbows that are propped up on the window sill, "and It would be an honor if I could have you wear my jersey to school."