chapter forty eight

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4/9/17 1:09 pm

"hey!"

"hey! shouldn't you be at work?"

"boss is being a bitch. hired a new person and can't have too many workers in the place at once so she took me off sunday. so now i'm getting payed less and i'm not so sure i can pay rent and shit."

"oh crap, that's not good. maybe get a roommate?"

"good idea. but who?"

"i don't know? i think our only mutual friend is erin haha."

"yeah she probably is."

"maybe put an ad up or something?"

"and roomy with a stranger?"

"last resort."

"okay okay mom. gosh."

"honey! did you eat lunch yet?"

"yes mom, i had lunch."

"hahahaha i'm so funny."

"uhhhh whatever you say shawny."

"i should become a comedian."

"no. what you should become is a singer/songwriter."

"speaking of! i wrote a new song. do you want to hear it?"

"yes! of course i do! what kind of question is that? this is so much better than work."

"give me a second let me get my guitar."

"i'm gonna play a few chords, tell me if you hear the guitar."

"yup i hear it."

"okay. i'm most likely going to name this song imagination."

"hmm... sounds interesting."

"haha yeah."
"Oh, there she goes again
Every morning it's the same
You walk on by my house
I wanna call out your name
I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I'm standing
You got me thinking what we could because
I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true
Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you
This is typical of love
Can't wait anymore, I won't wait
I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever
In my dreams you're with me
We'll be everything I want us to be
And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time
Or is that just me and my imagination"
"that's all i have so far."

"wow. shawn, i seriously don't know what to say."

"yeah. i know it's bad."

"no no no. not at all. shawn that, that was, wow. that was amazing."

"aw thanks hon' bun. you're too sweet."

"you're amazing. like actually please go into the music industry."

"maybe. i'm thinking about it."

"fuck your job at target. become a singer shawn. become a singer."

"i'm not sure i want to become a singer. i mean, what if im that good that i get famous? i can't deal with all of that."

"shawn, you won't be alone if you do. think about it."

1:09 pm outgoing call 34 minutes 29 seconds

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