Internet Famous // S.M.

8

*A few days later*
Well, today is the day. Yesterday I finished all my finals and school, and now it is officially the first day of summer vacation. Getting out of bed today was easier that it has been for a long time, even though it was nearly 6 am.
Shawn and I made arrangements for me to meet him at the log cabin where he has wrote a bunch of his songs. It is away from everything and is a peaceful place to write/record music.

I still couldn't believe this is all happening.

I started getting ready. I'll have to wear something comfy, for the plane, but cute, for shawn. I decide on light washed ripped jeans and a black V neck t-shirt. I paired that with my converse, like always.

Now, time to cover up the disaster that is my face. My nose is still black and blue from Jeffery punching me. I honestly think he broke it, but I will just have to let it heal on its own.
My check was more purple rather than blue, and you could faintly see finger prints.
All I can say is thank god for high coverage concealer.

After caking my face for longer than necessary, I headed downstairs. The last thing I wanted was for shawn to see these bruises. He would probably only look at me then as a sad little girl, not the feisty one I want to be.

"What time does our flight leave?" I asked mom, taking an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table.

"8:00," she told me, while still scrimmaging for things she may have forgotten to pack.
"Cool. I'm super excited!" I exclaimed.
"Me too! This is going to be such an opening experience for you!"
I smiled at her and she smiled back. I am so blessed to have parents that support me in what I do.

"Are you ready to leave?" She asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied. "Let me go upstairs and get my pillow."

                               ••••

Cake by the Ocean was blaring in my ears as I looked out the window and hummed along quietly. In less than 10 minutes, We would be landing and one of Shawn's bodyguards would be picking us up to drive to the airport. I could barely contain my excitement. I leaned my head on the window and refrained from making obscure, excited noises, and passed the time in songs.

@rosemarygrace: big things are happening ;)

I tweeted out right before we landed.
When we did land, it took everything in me not to bolt down the aisle, taking down whoever was in the way. I was so jittery and excited that I had to try and not think about Shawn for to long or I would start to squeal.

Eventually we got off, got our luggage, and were waiting for our escort to arrive. I anxiously awaited, going back and forth on my heels trying calm myself down.
He's just a regular guy. I told myself no need to freak out.
So when the black jeep Shawn told me to look out for finally arrived, I tried to contain myself from doing back flips through the whole airport.
"This is it mom," I told her pointing to the vehicle.
We gathered our luggage and walked over to it, and the driver was already standing outside with a sign that read:
Rosemary
+
Family

"Hello! I am Rosemary, and this is my mother Amelia," I told the man.
"I will get your bags," the man smiled at me.
After putting our suitcases, backpacks, and my guitar in the trunk, he helped me and mom into the car.

I decided to send Shawn a text.

Me: on my way🙈

Only a few minutes later he responded

Shawn: Awesome! Excited to meet you :)

I put my phone down and smiled like a maniac out the window so my mom couldn't see.

Soon enough we pulled into the driveway of a massive log cabin. This place was huge! It looked like a billionaire should live here.
The escort helped us out of the car and helped us with our luggage. He pulled my suitcase and I had my backpack on my back and my guitar in my hand.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded, "yes, sir," I said politely. He walked us up to the front door and put in a key.
The door swung open to reveal a cozy cabin, but it was still big enough to hold the 6 or 7 people that were staying here. The layout was open and spacious; the kitchen was connected to the living room and there was a hall that lead to more rooms. There were a set of stairs against the far wall.
"This place is amazing!" I said to myself.
I notice motion on the stairs, and I look in that direction to see Shawn Peter Raul Mendes himself coming down the steps smiling at me. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. Or cry. Or pass out.
"Glad you guys could make it!" He exclaimed when he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Us too!" My mom said.

Shawn was feet away from me. He hugged my mom, and then he reached over to hug me. It took everything in me not to let out any squeals. I just smiled uncontrollably. He smelled like mint.

"How about I show you around?" He asked.
"That would be lovely," I smiled.

He took us all through the house, showing us every room and space.
"And this," he said while opening a door on the second floor, "this is your room, Mrs. Evans."
The room was like all the rest, spacious yet cozy and comfortable.
"Well I think I'm going to get settled in," she smiled at us. "You two can finish the tour without me,"
"Are you sure?" Shawn asked.
"Yes, traveling all day is hard on my old lady bones," she said, and we all laughed.
"If you say so mom. See you later," I told her as Shawn and I walked out.
"Don't worry, we didn't separate you guys too far. Your room is the next one down," he told me, shutting the door behind him.
"Sounds good." I've smiling like crazy the whole tour. He probably thought I was insane.
He walked me to the next door down and showed me my room, which again was just like the rest.
The walls were a warm brown color. The bedspread was white along with a white dresser and bed stand. The contrast of the white against the dark colors was very welcoming. There was a bathroom going off it that mom and I shared.
"We can just put your bags in here and then I'll finish showing you this hall," he told me.
"Sounds good," I was still smiling.
I went to lay my guitar on my bed, but he stopped me.
"Not that," he said, "hang on to that," and smiled a smirky smile.

The room across mine turned out to be his. It was the same, but he had personalized his space.
He had tapestry hanging up on the walls, pictures of him with his family, and pictures of him with fans were on his beside table.
He took notice of me looking at the tapestry.
"I got those on tour," he said, and pointed to one, "this one is from Europe and this one is from Japan,"
"Wow, that's so cool! I've only ever been out of the country once, and it was several years ago," I giggle.
"Where did you go?" He asked.
"The Bahamas in 6th grade. My family won a free trip," I smiled at him.
"Oh that is so cool!" He said enthusiastically.
I was so taken aback by our conversations. He was guinuenly interested in what I had to say.
The only guy I've ever met that was interested in what I say has been my dad, and he doesn't count.

We walked out of that room and into the last room in the hall.
"This is my favorite one," he said, pushing the door open.

This was the recording room. In one corner was a microphone booth, it was makeshift because it was just the equipment they had brought. There was a desk against the wall in another corner, and a desk went out from it to make a nice place to write songs because you could be writing lyrics and coming up with the actual music part in the same place. There was a stand of 5 or 6 guitars, electric and acoustic, going out of it. There were all kinds of other equipment too. Shawn had put up tapestries in here as well.

"Wow," I said to myself. Shawn must have heard, because he giggled.
"Pretty rad isn't it? Its nothing like a regular studio, but it works,"
"Well lucky for you ive never been to a regular studio, so this is amazing," I smiled at him. He smiled back.
I haven't been so happy in a long time.

A/N: this is such a long chapter omg😂  hope you all like it though