Roses (Shawn Mendes & Magcon)

Chapter 5~ Shawn?

Rosie's POV

A month later, August 15th

A lot has happened. Shawn has managed to be even more distant with me. I think in this whole month and a half since my birthday he has spoken to me no more than 4 or 5 times. And today's my last day here in Canada before we get on a plane tomorrow to leave everything behind and start new in Virginia. Shawn's birthday was a week ago, I texted him a happy birthday and he replied with a simple thank you, nothing else. I have no clue when he is supposed to be back from tour, I don't wanna ask my mom or Aaliyah or Karen or anyone, I don't wanna speak of him at all.

I stood at the foot of my bed, folding t-shirts from my closet into my suitcase. I then came across some male clothing. Shawn's. Do I keep it? Do I give it back? I can't bring myself to doing that, the locket, scrap book and clothes are all I have left I guess. I don't see myself seeing him again now, I can't bring myself to telling him. And I hate myself for leaving him without telling him but honestly, does he even care?

I sighed and packed his clothes in my suitcase before zipping it up. I heard footsteps enter my room and I immediately thought it was my mom.

"Hey mom before you moan I've just finished packing my first suitcase" I spoke. She didn't reply, instead a cough was heard. I turned around and gasped.

Shawn.

Why was he here?

"Sh-Shawn?" I whispered a little unsure. He half smiled and looked at the suitcases on my bed.

"Umm hey Rosie. What's with all the bags?" He asked walking towards me.

"What are you doing here? Back in Pickering, what?" I asked confused. He chuckled lightly.

"I'm back from tour, I told you it was for summer. School starts again next week so I'm back, I landed this morning and had to come see you" he spoke. He makes it sound like I was a main priority yet when he was away he couldn't even stick to his promise of talking to me everyday.

"Oh" I said quietly, biting my lip from having a go at him for the pain he's put me through.

"You never answered my question" he said.

"What?"

"The suitcases? Where are you going? What are they for?" He asked unsure.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered and felt the tears coming. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sorry for what? Come on Rosie you're scaring me now" he said. He was telling the truth, I could see it in his eyes.

"I-I'm moving" I said.

"What's so wrong with that? Ooo is it at that nice place up for sale round the block?" He asked excitedly. That's what I said to my mom when she told me. Man do I wish it was.

"No Shawn. I-I'm moving to Virginia" I spoke barely audible.

"To-to where?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"Virginia" I said.

"What?! Why?!" He asked raising his voice.

"My mom, she, her job transferred her over there" I said.

"How long have you known?" He asked quietly.

"A little over a month" I whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me!!" He shouted.

"I, I didn't know how!" I shouted back. He stood there shaking his head for a moment,

"Shawn, you hardly spoke to me whilst you were away. Believe me, as soon as I found out I rang you to tell you but it went straight to answer machine, I just couldn't do it. I haven't told anyone this or spoke about this to anyone dos I hoped that the more I kept it to myself that it just wouldn't end up true. But it is Shawn and trust me if I could I would stay but I can't" I explained.

He stared at me for a moment and shook his head again before walking out of my room and slamming the door shut. I looked down at the scrap book sat on my bed and picked it up.

"FUCK!" I cried and threw it at the wall, watching it crash down to the floor. It didn't break but I wished it did.

Shawn's POV

I slammed the front door to my house and stormed upstairs, ignoring the calls my mom and sister gave me. I slammed my bedroom door and flopped on my bed, burying my face into my pillow, trying my best not to cry.

"Shawn?" My moms voice said as she opened the door. I didn't respond but I heard her close the door and walk in further.

"She's moving mom" I mumbled.

"I know" she said quietly. I snapped my head up at her.

"You knew?"

She nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I asked.

"It wasn't my place to Shawn" she shook her head.

"How long did you know?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"I knew before Rosie did, I knew before you even left" she said looking down.

"And you didn't tell me?! Is that why you told me to go to her the evening before I left?!" I asked remembering that night.

She sat still and nodded.

"I don't want her to go mom" I said feeling the tear trickle down my face. I never cry.

"I know Shawn, no one does. She doesn't even wanna go herself" she said hugging me.

I stayed silent and cried into her neck at the thought of my best friend, the girl I've fallen for, leaving.

"She's missed you so much Shawn, apparently you didn't communicate with her much?" She asked with a disappointed tone. Sometimes I hate how close our moms are.

"I didn't know what to do mom, I just figured it was best to not talk to her much. I don't know why, I know it was a stupid thought but I couldn't help it" I said wiping my eyes.

"Well here's all I have to say, they leave for the airport at 12:30. Go to her tomorrow before she leaves. You won't regret it." She said rubbing my shoulder before standing up and leaving my room.

Rosie's POV

I picked up the second scrapbook from under my bed. This one had a blue cover rather than a black one like mine. Blue for Shawn, his favourite colour. Ever since he's left I've been making him a scrap book because he always said how he wanted one himself. It was supposed to be a birthday present I would give him when he first came back but I guess I missed that opportunity today. I'm planning on going to his house before we leave tomorrow and leaving it on the door step for him.

My eyes are stinging from crying so much and I feel like crap. My room is literally empty apart from my bed which is being removed to the removal van early tomorrow morning. I'm not ready for tomorrow.

How did our friendship go like this? We were so close, I adored him so much and the next thing I know we're kissing and acting as if we are in a relationship and then he leaves. He avoids me, he hardly speaks and then he comes back as if nothing happens and now I'm the one leaving?

This is such a mess up.