What Are The Chances

Loved

---May 11th, 2014, 10th foster home---
---6:24 p.m.---
—aka a flashback—
"Mom, can I go to Shawn's concert??" Says my naive 14 year old self. In this foster home, I was happy, but we didn't always have money to do things, eat, or even have a decent place to sleep.... But, this home had something no other home did, a loving family. Ethan was only a few miles away from me, on the other side of town. We met up at the abandoned building every month, for a non-sleep sleepover. We talked about the people we were living with, and, really, just anything the other didn't know. We made a pact that we would tell each other if we liked/loved our homes, and if they wanted to adopt us. And if we didn't love them, we would say no, or run away.

"I'm sorry hon, but we don't have that kind of money" my mom said with embarrassing sorrow, I told her "It's okay" but she knew I was crushed inside... 2 days later, my social worker came up to my door and took me away because they didn't have anymore money to support me, to be honest they never did. But they put my needs before everyone else's.

---Present time---
---May 11th, 2017---
---6:24 p.m.---

Everyone was staring at me, and all I could say was "I can't, sorry"
I bolted upstairs into my room, crying into my pillow. My brother would be so disappointed in me, he would say something like 'What the hell, you have to tell them no. You'd be miserable if you don't.' And he would be right, he always was.

---12:31 a.m.---

What is wrong with me, am I afraid of what they're going to do? I don't know. I do know one thing, I HATE NOT KNOWING ANYTHING!!! Jesus please help me...

---2 hours later---

I do know one more thing, I will leave in the morning...
*quiet knocking*
What the fuck? Oh my god, someone is at the door, I'm scared...
I'm tiptoeing down the steps, to make sure nobody heard me, or the person at the door... Once I was downstairs, I looked outside the window and there was a man in a gray-black sweatshirt. Why am I answering the door? IDK, STOP ANSWERING THE FRICKING DOOR EMILIA RILEY SOMEC!!!!

Oh my god,

It's Shawn Mendes, Why is Shawn Mendes at my door? "Can you help me?" Shawn says in a deep-ish quiet voice.

All I'm thinking is, why would he come to my house out of all of the ones on the block? Mine looks the sloppiest. If he's looking for help, he should go to the north side of town, please...

"What do you need?" I ask, in a shy-harsh tone that makes him stunned, like he didn't think anyone would ever speak like that to him.
"I need to stay here before they get me," Shawn was starting to raise his voice now it kinda scared the skittles out of me.
"Before who gets you?" I asked. He looked around the house and told me to hurry, but I panicked and told him,
"You can't come in" and slammed the door in his face. Apparently, he saw me turn on my light in my room, so he started throwing small rocks at my window, I opened the window, and I SWEAR, I blinked and he climbed the tree up to my house, we argued if he could come in or not for a good 15-30 seconds, but he won me over, I mean, look at his smile and his gorgeous brown eyes. Who could say no?

---3:00 a.m.---

"So..." Shawn said in a a awkward tone that made me smile.
"Don't talk Shawn" I said to try and keep him quiet... you guessed it, it didn't work.
"You look familiar"
"I was at your concert, on Monday, you held my hand"
"You're the one who kept singing and dancing, even though EVERYONE was giving you that look" Shawn said smiling from ear to ear, closing his eyes for a second trying to remember how i was dancing.
"Yuppers, that was me!" With no regrets, I say loud-ish and proud.
"Yuppers?" he asked, with one eyebrow raised. We both looked into each other's eyes, it feels like the world is stopping, and yet it feels like we are moving at 1000 miles a minute, I couldn't decide. We would've stayed like that for... a while... until I heard a footstep, I wasn't supposed to be home, what would they do if they saw me, WITH A GUY TOO???
"Shawn get under the bed.... NOW!" I said quickly, but not too fast that he couldn't understand, he listened, he got under the bed and so did I. He looked at me like he was confused, he had a 'why aren't you on the bed' face, he was opening his mouth to talk, and I covered his mouth so he wouldn't. I took my open hand and put my pointer finger over my lips, he understood, so I uncovered his mouth. We stayed there silently until morning.

---8:53 a.m.---

I told him to get out from under the bed, he did it, he snuck out the window. I left the house after I knew it was clear... and there he was waiting for me, but little did I know what we were gonna be doing today...