•Shawn's POV•
I stand at the bottom of the stair case. Pouting like a 7-year-old from Serena calling me annoying. I shake my head, my pout quickly forming into me smiling from my childish actions, and turn around heading to the patio where my guitar is propped up on its stand.
Picking up the acoustic guitar I sit on a tall, black stool almost perfect for my height. It's the kind of height where I could reach the floor with my feet while sitting, but Serena would not be able too.
Back fix my hands on the neck of the bar on an A minor. Not sure as to what I was going to play I was sure I was going to get something done here at the Studio.
I strum the strings playing the note, then move my fingers to a G chord. Strum. D chord. Strum. Bb chord. Strum. Bm chord. strum.
My eyes are fixed on my hands as a play the same chords over and over again. Each time the time changes a slight way.
A minor. Strum. Pick, pick.
G. Strum. Pick, pick.
D. Strum. Pick, pick.
Bb. Strum. Pick, pick.
Bm. Strum. Pick, pick.
The continuation of the same tune rang throughout the open house and in the patio. This tune.... hooked me. Just the 5 dark sounding notes caught my attention and I can't seem to let it go.
As inspiration hits me. I stood up from the stool quickly, trying not to forget the lyrics and dash inside to the kitchen counter where my journal was sitting. Opening the book to a free blank page I scramble down the words.
Once I right the one lyric down I lose my total train of thought. I stare back down at the book in my hands. Containing all of the other songs to be on my upcoming album—that still is longing to have a title for.
I hearing a angelic humming coming down the hallway, heading my direction. As I look over my shoulder towards the noise, Serena comes into view, with only a towel wrapped around her small body and her long wet hair down.
She walks into the living room, not noticing my presence yet and turns to look at herself in the mirror on the wall. As she messes with her hair, running her fingers through it, I focus on her and her voice. Her voice that seemed to draw me in for an odd reason, I didn't really think of Serena as someone who could sing—well—sing "well". But—her voice—her humming—i swear it's therapeutic.
I stare at her at her she takes a couple more second just messing with her hair and wiping under her eyes. I see her eyes dart around her reflection, then momentarily lands on me then in milliseconds was focused back on her face. Only to have a startled look take over her face almost immediately and look back at me through the mirror.
When she saw my figure she jumped back away from the mirror and turned to me. She looks over me quickly, then sighing in relief realizing it was just me.
"Oh, Jesus, Shawn. You scared the shit out of me." She laughs softly, and I smile, soon turning into a small chuckle.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
We look at each other for a couple seconds before she seems to snap out of a daze and starts to seem to be insecure about being in only a towel.
She turns her body sideways, facing back toward the mirror and looks at her reflection once again. Still seeming flustered, she start to say something only to come out with uncomprehendible words.
"I—uh—sorry—uh—Im gonn—a— just—uh. Okay wow."
As she stuttered, my eyes started wonder around to her arms. Small, not to skinny, just thin. My eyes work there way to her hands. Small. Thin, kinda boney once again. Decorated with white nail polish on her somewhat long nails.
As I look at her hands, and she continues to stutter, I notice something on the inside of her left wrist. As soon as I try and look at them a little longer she stops speaking.
She looks down at the floor while pulling the towel around her tighter and chuckles at her stuttering.
"Sorry" she says in a soft embarrassed voice, as her cheeks get red.
I smile slightly.
"It's fine." I say back in a soft voice not wanting to be too loud for some reason.
She walks out of the room leaving me confused and curious, about what was on her wrist...
:)))) what's on her wrists? And before you guys go and think it's self harming, it might not, i don't really know yet I'm still figuring that out myself LOL but I have a pretty good idea so we'll see i guess😁 VOTE AND COMMENT❤
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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...
