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One

This is kind of an introduction chapter :)

Evelyn or Evie Adams
18 years old- model and designer - no one knows about her past except her best friend since kindergarten. she moved out to L.A. to start a new life for a reason. she doesn't let herself love for real, it's not real to her.

Shawn Mendes
18 years old- sweetheart- he would do anything for the girl he loves. his friends never liked her. he realized she didn't feel like he did, but it was too hard to fight it. He was going down like this.

Cora Maize
17- model and designer- she always has her best friends back. nothing and no one will ever change that.

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Shawn

I looked down at Evie as she laid on my chest. She's so beautiful without even trying. She noticed me staring and gave me a small smile which I returned. She then turned her eyes back to the tv as I kept admiring her. I played with the ends of her long hair as she intensely watched the movie. She keeps me in this trance. I can never get enough. The way she plays with the hem of my t-shirt without even realizing it, the way she furrows her eyebrows when she's thinking, the way her lips curl into a smile. Her contagious laughter dances through the air like a soft breeze that I wish would never stop blowing. I finally broke my eyes away from her to continue watching the movie.

I notice Jeff watching me from the corner of my eye. I glanced at him and he shook his head before turning back to the screen. He says she's no good. She is perfect though. He says she doesn't love me like I love her. She just has to open up. She's very closed off about her past, but I don't mind. Nothing can change the way I feel about her.

When the movie was over, Jeff left. I noticed Evelyn was sound asleep on me. I would just carry her upstairs, but she refuses to stay the night. I don't know why, but I don't question it. I carefully wrapped my arms under her legs and waist then stood up. I slid my shoes on and grabbed my keys so I could drive her home. I set her down in my jeep and she woke up due to the cold air. I started it up, making sure to turn the heat all the way up. I felt her take my hand in her small petite ones as I drove. She carelessly played with my fingers, a habit of hers which I love. She pulled her legs up in the seat and laid her head down on the console, still holding onto my hand.

Within the short drive, she was sound asleep again. Considering it's one in the morning, I don't blame her. I stopped the car in her driveway and carried her inside the lavish house. There were blue and pink lights around every corner. She has her own style, one of the many things I love about her. I laid her down in the bed before pulling the covers up over her. She tilted her head up so I could kiss her good night. I softly placed my lips on hers for a few seconds. I pulled away and brushed the hair from her cheek behind her ear.

"Goodnight. I love you." I whispered. I watched her for another moment before I slowly closed her door. Her house is mainly glass, so the blue and pink lights mix creating an endless abyss. She never fails to amaze me.

Evelyn

"Goodnight. I love you." I heard him whisper sweetly.

I wanted to say it back...so bad, but I couldn't. I can't let myself. He's amazing, but everything is always too good to be true. I feel numb when I think about love. It's nothing to me anymore. Like how that boy loves me, but he's going to end up getting hurt. Love is a suicide. I don't want to hurt him, but I can't let him go. He makes me feel some type of way I can't explain. I can't help but be happy when I'm with him. It's almost like I'm the old me when I'm with him, but I never will be. I am no good for him. I can't stay the night knowing I'm hurting him. Its mercy. He's the one thing I care about other than my best friend. I should let him go, I should have mercy, but there's this small piece of me that won't allow me to. It's the want, the greed. I want him so bad. He's mine. I want to love him, but that part of me is long gone. I'm just dragging him through this dark world like a puppet, yet he doesn't even know it. He's hopeless and helpless as am I. What is wrong with me?

Shawn

I awoke to sunshine filling the room. I wish Evie was here with me, in my arms. That's all I want. She's all I want. I slowly dragged myself out of bed to get ready. We are going to the carnival today. She loves carnivals, and I live to make her happy.

"Hey baby." I smiled and pecked her lips and she got in my jeep.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

I smirked. "The carnival."

"Shawn! Oh my god!" She squealed, clearly excited. I smiled knowing I made her happy. "This is going to be a great day." She laced our fingers together as we entered the gates. She marveled at the sight around her. "This is amazing."

"Not as amazing as you." I replied and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she smiled and bit her lip.

We went on tons of rides and got cotton candy. This has been amazing. I smiled at her as she threw her hands in the air not giving a care in the world that we were dropping straight down. She closed her eyes and smiled a huge smile. I'll never get tired of seeing that.

"Thank you for today Shawn. It was really great." She said as we walked through the crowded parking lot, hand in hand.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you had fun." I responded.

"I always have fun, as long as I'm with you." My heart skipped a beat when she said that. I smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist making her giggle.

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