Guitar Boy

Chapter Five

Crystal
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"Ooh! I wonder if they have any muffins", Shawn says as he grabs my hand and pulls me into the bakery. His eyes light up when he sees the large selection of muffins they had. I chuckle at his excitement.

A few minutes later we walk out of the bakery with a box of muffins in our hands. Shawn had already started eating his first one.

"Shawwwn", I whine. "That was the only chocolate muffin".

He breaks off a chocolate chip and hands it over to me. I smack his hand away and try to take the muffin. He raises the muffin over his head so I can't reach. Shawn was 6'2 and towered over my 5'6 self.

I cross my arms over my chest and pout.

"Aww, does Crystal want a muffin?", he says in a baby voice. I nod. He chuckles and hands me the rest of his muffin.

"YAY", I jump up and peck his cheek. We continue walking in silence, and I look down in an attempt to hide my red face. I look at Shawn from the corner of my eye and see that his face is also red.

We notice a crowd of people and walk over to them to see what was going on. In the center of the crowd, was a man strumming a guitar. As he strummed, he sang the lyrics to Thinking out Loud, by Ed. His voice was amazing. I placed 3 dollars into his guitar case, Shawn doing the same. After the man finished the song, the crowd disappeared and only Shawn and I remained. Suddenly, I got an idea and whispered it into Shawn's ear.

He looks at me, unsure. I nod, reassuring him and give him a light push forward. Shawn walks up to the man and points at the guitar.
"M-may I?", he asks.

The man nods and gives his guitar to Shawn. Shawn takes a few seconds to adjust the cords, and clears his throat. He started strumming the guitar ever so beautifully. And then, he started singing. My jaw dropped to the floor. I had no idea Shawn could sing. And his voice... it couldn't be described. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

It wasn't long until the crowd reformed around Shawn. Shawn didn't seem to notice, as his eyes were closed. He seemed to be in his own world. He was absolutely beautiful. The way he tilted his head to the side as he sang, the way his foot tapped to the beat, the way he could effortlessly sing so beautifully. Shawn was amazing. I liked him, and I couldn't deny it. And I was okay with that.

By the time Shawn strummed the final cords of the song, the guitar case had twice as much money as it did before. The crowd began clapping and whistling, snapping Shawn back to reality. And the smile on his face, it was adorable. He handed the man his guitar and thanked him.

He pushed past the crowd to get to me, and I immediately tackle him in a hug. He stumbles back, but then regains his balance and wraps his arms around my small frame. I look up at him.

"Shawn that was beyond incredible. I had no idea you could sing so beautifully"

He chuckles and pecks my forehead, "thank you Crys. And thanks for convincing me to do that"

"I'm really glad I did", I smile at him. He takes my hand, and we continue walking through the streets of Chicago