"So wait, your working with Shawn Mendes? That Stitches guy?" Victoria asked. We were currently eating pizza a few hours after I signed papers to join this tour.
The plan was to plan a few venues with the money we have, wait until the album comes out and gain more press and such, then add more dates.
"Yup. It's crazy. I just ranted about how they needed common sense while writing music," I say as I take a drink of my milkshake.
"Wow. What about your courses online? Are you keeping up with those?" Victoria asked.
"Yeah. They're pretty easy at the moment, it only being the first semester and all," I take a bite of my pizza. We had the TV on and playing SpongeBob Squarepants because why the hell not. It was only 8pm and I was in a tank top and flannel shorts. My hair was throw in a messy bun.
"Okay. So, you're also touring the world? Like, to Europe?" She asked.
"Yeah! I'm so excited-" I say but was cut off from the door being banged on.
"I got it," I say getting up. I walk over to the door, opening it. A large figure with brown hair stood with hands in his pockets. Shawn.
"Hi, uh, I was just wondering if you could answer, well, if I could ask, or talk to you about-"
"WHO IS THAT?" Victoria asked.
"I'm sorry, that's my sister. Uh, I'd ask you if you'd like to come in, but the apartment is a mess of boxes. But hey, we can talk in my room, it's down this way," I say. I motion for him to follow and he obliged.
"OH MY LORD. HE'S HOT. NO FUCKING HIM UNTIL I DO," Victoria shouts as we walk down the hall. Shawn laughed awkwardly and I could feel his blush radiating off the walls.
We go into my room, boxes along the wall. The windows were very large and as the sun was setting, it provided the room with a orange and pink glow.
"So, what do you need?" I ask, sitting on the floor. He looks and me and smiles, following me on the floor. My bed was the only thing put together. My dressers were going up later this week.
"Well, I would like to introduce myself, uh, properly. I'm Shawn Mendes. You'll be touring with me," he said, hand sticking out. I shake it and reply.
"I'm Athena Jones. I'm from Michigan," I drop his hand.
"I moved here to become a major in Radio/Film production, but now I'll be touring with you, I guess," I smile. He listens to he intently.
"Oh, and don't think I'm creepy or anything.
I don't stalk people, I swear. You had to write your address down on the forms earlier today," he points out. I smile and he chuckles lightly.
"And your phone number." I heard him whisper under his breath. I laugh and he continued.
"So, Athena, we must get to know each other more. Today we didn't get off to a great start, you being soaking and me being stubborn. We are going to work together, and I don't even know what your favorite color is," Shawn said. I laugh.
"It's purple. What's your favorite food?"
"Muffins. What's yours?"
"Oh, that's hard. Probably, chocolate chip waffles or mac n' cheese. What's your favorite show?"
"Grey's Anatomy or The 100. You?"
"13 Reasons Why or Lost. But, Grey's Anatomy is good. I'm on the third season," I say.
"OH MY GOD, you watch Grey's, too?! I've been trying to get Andrew to watch it for so long!" He laughs.
We talk for hours and hours about our lives. About how he got stitches when he was young, when I fell out of a tree and broke my arm, our favorite singers and actors, and almost anything in between.
"Athena?! It's almost 11. I'm going to bed," Victoria banged on the door, causing me to jump a bit.
"Oh my, it's late. Do you want anything to eat or-"
"No, I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow, Athena," Shawn said. He walked out with a smile plastered on his face, giving me a rush of happiness. What? That's weird. I've never felt like this in a long time.
Victoria came in a moment later and asked me a gazillion questions.
Is that Shawn?
Did he ask you out?
Did he kiss you?
Can I have him?
Does he have a six pack?
"Yes, no, no, I don't care, and probably," I said with a smile. She laughed and hopped on my bed. She crawled in, sprawling underneath the warm covers.
"Get out, this isn't your room!" I smack her leg. She winced and groaned. Slowly, she slithered out of the queen sized bed and onto the floor like jelly.
"Go. I need to sleep," I say. She groans once more and crawls out of the room, closing the door behind her. I sigh and lay down in my bed.
An hour passed and I couldn't sleep. The roaring city underneath me is still awake. This city never sleeps.
I pick up my phone that has been charging since this morning. I check the usual. Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, and Snapchat again. After looking through everything, and still not tired, I google Shawn for fun.
Pictures, videos, and quizzes all show up on my screen. I tap on the news tab on google and I couldn't believe my eyes
'Breaking News for the Mendes Army: Shawn Mendes Planning New Tour, And Possible Love Life'
Shawn Mendes and a mysterious co-worker seen in this photo below. Could this be more than just friends? He was...
Oh my lord. I click on the link to read more. I read through it faster than Usain Bolt at the 2016 Rio Olympics. I don't understand how press got a photo of Shawn and I in the meeting room. I mean, there was a window but the room was on the second floor.
I brush it off and clam down. I check Instagram again and view my profile.
I had more than 10k followers.
What the hell?! I had like 600 this morning. No way this could deal with Shawn, can it? Maybe my nudes got leaked.
But nudes it was not. All of the accounts were Shawn Mendes fan accounts. They all commented or liked on my pictures I already had posted. How did I not notice this before? My notifications were off, so that could be one thing.
I tuned off my phone when I realized it's 1 in the morning. My mind was either on about the tour or press, tearing my mind up into pieces and pieces.
Shawn Mendes, you will be the death of me.
