Chapter 18
Shawn's POV
I thought my performance on the webcam was pretty good. I told them to keep it a surprise, because I wanted to keep it a surprise. That was the surprise for Taylor. I was gonna perform the full song, and give him a present, as 'best friends' for the fans and boyfriends for the Magcon people.
My friend, Sammy, was really good on the beats he accompanied me with. He was a very good drummer as well. He was one of my best friends. He was the first person I told I was gay. He still accepted me for who I am. And he confessed that he was gay too, and had a slight crush on me. We actually had dated for a while just to see what it was like. We broke up after a while but were still best friends.
We were now putting away our equipment. A.K.A. my guitar and his little drum. "That was good, Shawn." he said. "Thanks. You were good to." He shook his head. "But you were really good. Like perfect. You're perfect Shawn." he said, while advancing on me. I chuckled nervously. "S-sam, what are you d-doing?" He continued taking steps forward, while I was taking steps back. "I still love you, Shawn." He finally trapped me in a corner, with his arms trapping me. "Sam, I have a boyfriend." He scoffed. "I'm so much better than him Shawn," he said, while using a hand to stroke my cheek. I shivered under his touch.
"I made you feel better than he did, remember?" I did remember. I was 13 at the time and so was he. I didn't give him my virginity, but we did do something close to it. We were just fooling around and were practicing on each other. Long story short, we were giving each other blowjobs. I was surprised at how good it felt, since I had never touched myself. He was skilled in a way Taylor wasn't. I don't know what it was but I remembered it felt better than Taylor's. "You're thinking about how good I made you feel. Aren't you?" I nodded, suddenly really horny. Then I remembered. I had a boyfriend. Named Taylor Caniff. Who loved me. I'd be betraying his love by cheating on him. I grabbed Sam's arms and pulled them down to his sides. "Shawn, what are you doing?" I sighed. He was always complicated. "I have a boyfriend, who I love with my life. He makes me happy. I'm not gonna ruin my relationship for you.
His expression turned cold. "Dammit, Shawn!" He yanked his arms out of my hold and turned around, hands going through his hair. My expression must've been priceless because I was so confused. Was this dude bipolar or something? First he was trying to seduce me, next minute he looking like he wanna kill somebody. Dafuq? "What are you mad at me for?" I asked defensively. "You! You're so delusional! You think that sick bastard loves you? He's using you! I love you! Can't you see that your destined to be with me?" I really think this dude is crazy right now. "Michael Jackson told me in a dream!" This bitch is crazy. We've confirmed it.
"What the-? Hold up. Sam- You know what? Get the fuck out of my house with this crazy ass bullshit. Get your ass back in the goddamn asylum. Need your medication or some shit." I said. "Fine." He put the drum in his case. "Fine!" He picked up the case. "FINE!" He walked toward the door. I followed him downstairs and toward the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned around. "Michael Jackson never lies. We will be together!" When he slammed the door, I made sure to lock it. And every other door and window in my house. My family was out at a dinner with my sisters family. I could still hear his faint shouts of "Together!". The fuck is wrong with this dude?
