This Crazy Life

Chapter 5

I feel like I should write a comment or something right here but I have nothing to say. Uh, if someone reads this and has a question or something I'll answer it before a chapter. If there are no questions don't expect a comment because there will probably not be one. Okay. Good talk.

Shawn's POV: 

I woke up around sunrise, the girl was laying next to me, her faced turned away. She was asleep. I was in just my boxers, and she was wearing my shirt. I only remeber flashes of last night, us dancing. The way her lips tasted when she kissed me. How our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together. Did we sleep together? I'm only here for one week and already I've made a huge mess. Bart is probably freaking out right now, along with the rest of the guys. After our fight I just walked out. And you don't just walk out on family. As if on cue, my phone starts ringing. Careful to wake the girl next to me, I step out of the room and answer it. "Hello?" I ask groggily. My head hurts and I feel like crap.

"Dude you sound totally wasted." Nash says from the other end. "I'm not anymore but I appreciate your keen ears." I retort, I'm still kind of pissed about the fight, although it wasn't directly about Nash or any of the boys for that matter. "Bart is freaking out over here. He says we have an hour to find you or he's calling the police and canceling the tour," Nash explains in a rushed voice. "Just tell us where you are and we'll come pick you up right now." I sigh and tell him that I have no idea where I am, and that I'll call him back in five minutes (I swore on my mother's life). I crept back into the room to grab my pants and glanced at the girl while I was in there. Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was beautfiul. Long, wavy dirty blonde hair. Really petite, almost fragile looking. But I sensed that she was strong. I remeber her quoting Shakespeare's twelfth night. Twelfth Night is my favorite story. Maybe if the circumstances had been different, I could have learned to love this girl.

I walk outside the house in just my jeans. I texted Nash the address when I figured it out, and he, Gilinsky, Johnson, and Matthew were all waiting for me in the car. I sat in between Mattew and Johnson, with Gilinsky driving and Nash riding shotgun. Mattew asks the obvious question. "What the hell happened to you last night man? You look like shit." I laugh a little, but that just makes my head hurt more. "I'm sorry guys. I shouldn't have just walked out like that. I know Bart is going to be super pissed and I shouldn't have left. I'm really sorry." They all say it's fine and that they're glad to have me back. "You still didn't answer the question," the Jacks say at the same time. They smile at eachohter like idiots. "I met a girl." They all trun to me, intrigued. "I was wasted guys. Really wasted. I don't even know her name, but she was amazing. She was absolutely amazing."