This Crazy Life

Chapter 10

Shawn's POV:

Gracie is coming later today, and it was decided that she would share a room with Mahogany, Jacob and I. My heart does little flips thinking abot seeing her again, which is crazy since we don't know eachother at all, aside from that night of course. I have been trying to remember what happened between us, I really have, but I have never been so drunk. Recovering the memories from that night will be impossible. "Hey, Shawn. You and Jacob are going to have to share a bed, so Gracie will have somewhere to sleep." Mahogany says and grabs my stuff from our bed.

"Mohagony!" I groan, rolling my eyes. "Why can't we just keep sharing a bed? Jacob's feet always end up in my face, or other places they shouldn't go! Jacob and Gracie can share a bed!" Mahogany giggles and rolls her eyes at Jacob, who is scrolling through twitter on his bed. "Sorry, Shawn. Gracie is new and she doesn't know the guys very well. She's not going to want to just share a bed with one of them for a week." I sigh and put my things on my new bed. I'm just sitting down next to Jacob when there's a knock on the door. Bart enters, followed by Gracie and her stuff. "Hey guys! You all know Gracie." We smile and Mohagony runs up to hug her. Jacob gets up and pecks her on the cheek. I stay where I am and just wave. Bart leaves.

As Gracie unpacks her things, all I can do is stare. I can't believe this is happening. I need to make sure it was her at that party. I need to just be sure. She grabs her laptop out of her bag and walks over to the bed, a book falls out of her hand. It's Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Well I guess now I am sure.

Gracie's POV:

After chilling with Mahogany, Jacob, and Shawn for a little bit I decide to go visit Taylor. We seemed to really be hitting it off last night, either that or I'm crazy. I knock on the door to the room he shares with about four of the guys. Gilinsky answers the doo, shirtless. "Hey Gracie!" He hugs me and pecks my cheek. I get the same greeting from Johnson and Hayes. Taylor comes out of the bathroom, also shirtless. My heart leaps a little bit. He is so fine. "Hey gor-," he looks uncomfortably at the other guys. "Gracie. It's so so nice to see you again." He kisses my cheek for what seems like a little longer than need be, but I'm not complaining. "I was just about to head out and grab some lunch, wanna come?" I nod. "Only if you put on a shirt. Your abs would call the fans to us almost as much as Cameron's twitter." He throws his head back and laughs as I walk out the door. I go back to my room and put on some high waisted shorts with white crop top that says "Shakespeare is lyfe" on the front. I'm a little obsessed with him. He really understood people, he really knew the human race. I admire him. I walk out of the bathroom and find Shawn staring at me again. "So you like Shakespeare, huh?" He asks. I get an incredible sense of deija vu and nod my head slowly. "What's your favorite play of his?" I ask him, but get an odd feeling that I already know the answer.

Shawn gets off his bed and picks up a book on the floor. It's my copy of Twelfth Night, I must have dropped it while I was unpacking. "Twelfth Night." Taylor enters the room dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. "Ready for some delicious food, Gracie?" I nod at him. As I walk out the door I cannot shake the feeling that I I've seen Shawn's face before...