Shawn
Shawn was stressing out. He couldn't risk it to forget the words. He needed them as much as he needed oxygen. God, Shawn was such a dramaqueen, but that's just simply (A/N: nah, not growing up lol) how he was. He loved perfection. Everything needed to be good, it needed to be perfect if he wanted to become famous.
Yes, that was his dream: becoming famous. Not because he wanted to be admired or loved by the world. No, no... he wanted it because then he could make a change. He could tell his stories through his music, hoping he could make people feel better of get inspired. A lot of his 'friends' used to laugh with this. "Shawn? Famous? Hahaha, he's a fool", they used to say, but little did they know how good Shawn actually was. His songs weren't just little melodies with some words. They had a meaning, a story.
He stood up; he saw the girl doing the same thing and so he went to the woman at the counter to ask for another coffee. She gave it to him, and he turned around.
A lot happend then.
He spilled the coffee on his papers, and he was already freaking out, until he saw the coffee stains on the girl her shirt.
The girl.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry. This is so my fault, I-"
She looked up, and finally,... finally their eyes met.
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A/N: Chapter 5 already, wow! I hope you guys like it, so if you do, make sure to leave a like, it would mean the world to me!
Also,
Q: What is your age? X
A: I'm 15 years old!
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Lots of love,
Alex
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