My Studio

Chapter 15

•Shawn's POV•

Ive been sitting in this damn studio for 3 hours now. And still have nothing. No words-no story- lyrics- whatever the hell people call them. I have nothing. I have no inspiration. I came to this god damn studio to express my feelings to make a song.

But then I got a little distracted along the way, i guess you could say. But after Serena's breakdown, I understand why she might be a little embarrassed about it. But she needs to at least give me some sort of information persuading me she's somewhat okay. Or is she not.

Adding onto the uncountable number, I find myself flustered once again from this girl.

I snap back into reality, and sit up, unknowing of what I am currently doing or where I am taking myself–quite quickly I may add. No sooner than a 10 seconds I find myself standing in front of Serena's bedroom door.

Blinking an irregular amount I knock on the door and adjust my standing position to a calmer dilemma.

After nearly 20 seconds there's no answer. Instinctively I start to worry, and knock once again, my knuckles hitting the door a little harder and a little faster this time.

I count the seconds in my head.

8. 9. 10. 11.

Fearing something happened to her, I open the door, and look around for her. Standing in the middle of her room, seeing no sign of her I begin to panic.

"Serena?" I say in a normal tone.
No reply.

Privacy now being the last thing I care about right now I quickly walking over to her bathroom that is opened just a crack. I push the door open to only seeing nothing but her towel and shoes on the floor.

I turn around and scan over the bed with my eyes seeing that she's not in there either.

"Serena?" I say in a loud voice.
No reply.

My breathing escalates as I walk over to her window, spreading the curtains open to see that her car is still parked in the same hidden place she told me about.

So she's still here?

"Serena!" I shout.

A pillow falls off her bed, making me whip around to face her bed.

I thought she wasn't in her bed though.

I cautiously walk towards her bed.

As I was about 2 feet away from the foot of her bed, something under the sheets move. I freeze in my position. 

A groan comes from under the sheets, and the sheets fly up from the bed, Serena sitting up as they're lifted.

I release a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Putting my hand over my racing heart.

"Holy shit–Serena– you scared the hell outta me."

She groans.

"Shawn?"

"What the hell are you doing in my room" she says In a tired, raw voice.

I laugh at her and she looks at me in confusion.

"Ya know. Serena. Pal." I friendly say whiling walking over to her bed.