Saturday morning rolled around too fast. I sighed not ready for the day with Shawn again. Wasn't yesterday enough? He wants to practice again today but I swear if he pulls another stunt like yesterday... I sighed at the thought as I was getting ready. I didn't put up much of an appearance because I was justing going to spend time with Shawn for our project.
Later in the music room, Shawn was the first one there again. I came alone this time, Maria was still mad at how much of an ass Shawn was to her yesterday. I push open the door and was greeted by his angelic voice practicing something. He was humming something as he strummed the guitar. Then he started forming words.
"Taste the poison from your lips
They leave, we're as good as gone
Oh, our love is drunken in
Singing me my favorite song
Me and you, we were made to break
I know that's true, but it's much too late
You're perfectly wrong for me
And that's why it's so hard to leave
Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me..." He sang softly. He must not have noticed me standing by the door watching him.
"Oh, you know how much it hurts... how much it hurts... uh..." He got stuck. He swayed back and forth in his seat. "Every time you say... you say you... hate me." I just watched in awe as he was going through his process of creating his own song.
After a moment I shook my head realizing we had a project to do. I reached behind me and clicked the door shut. Shawn immediately jumped in his chair and looked over at me. I pretended like I just walked in as I walked over to the chair that was right next to him. I grabbed the back of it and moved it a little further away from him and took a seat.
"So, got anything started yet?" I asked him, feeling in a good mood after hearing him sing.
"No. The point was for both of us to make it." He scoffed. But it didn't really phase me.
"Ok then, maybe we should come up with an idea first." I smiled at him before I reached into my bag. When I pulled out my notebook I looked back to him and he was just squinting at me with suspicion.
"What?" I laughed out at him.
"Why the fuck you so happy?" He asked.
"I just am. I'm just in a good mood." I explained opening my journal.
"Ok..." He trailed off and looked down at my notebook. "No, fuck that." He said raising a hand and flipping my notebook out of my hands. I gasped out of shock before glaring at him. How can he make me so happy but also so mad?
"Here, don't fucking go through it just stay on this blank page." He said placing a small journal on my lap. I furrowed my brows together in curiosity. The little book looked familiar. I picked it up and merely flipped it over to look at the cover. It was his little brown journal I read back in high school. I smiled as I ran my hand over the cover. It was so worn and thicker from loose papers being shoved inside of it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you it's just a journal," Shawn said flipping it back over to the blank page.
"Yeah... Yeah, it is but it's just... back in high school when I read it, I felt like I was in your head for just a short moment and that song..." I reminisced with a smile on my face.
"Look, you're lucky I'm even letting you hold it now if you read anything-"
"I won't. I would never do that to you, no matter how much of a dick you are to me I still have to respect your wishes." I sighed.
"Well... good." He sounded defeated. I just giggled and shook my head. I would never have guessed killing with kindness was a legitimate tactic to take.
"Alright so, we should do something that's what?" He asked as we planned out the song.
"Well, I was thinking we can do something along the lines of this conflict we currently have. Like maybe we do something where we're talking about being in one another's shoes."
"Ok..." He trailed off thinking for a minute. " How about something like, 'I don't know what it's like to be you. I don't know know what it's like but I'm dying to. If I could put myself in your shoes, then I know what it's like to be you'" He sang but shook his head.
"No... No..." He sighed
"Wait, no do it again but I'll sing it with you," I instructed he just nodded.
"I don't know what it's like to be you. I don't know what it's like but I'm dying to." We sang together but his voice was much more powerful than mine.
"Yeah I like it better with both of us but you need to make sure you're singing right, I'm drowning you out because you're not loud enough."
"I-I'm sorry I tried but-"
"Here." He said moving his chair closer to me and facing me. He grabbed the legs of my chair and forced me to face him. I don't protest but watched in confusion.
"So you may know your diaphragm is what helps contract your lungs, makes your stomach rise and fall, blah, blah, blah anatomy, but it is also a key muscle to helping you sing. Watch." He explains as he puts his hand right under my breasts.
"Excuse me!" I jumped grabbing his hand ready to move it.
"No, just trust me ok?" He says grabbing my hand with his free one. I narrow my eyes at him before moving my hand and letting him continue.
"So what I want you to do is just sing in one key and I'm going to start pushing down ok?" He explained and I just nodded. "Go." He instructed.
I started off singing in a high key and felt Shawn's hand pushing down. As he did the pitch of my voice heightened and got louder. I stopped and gasped, smiling wide at him amazed by what happened. He just laughed.
"So the point is that you want to try and pull your voice from your diaphragm. You get a much more powerful sound." He said removing his hand.
"C-Can you sing from yours?" I asked, nervous about his answer. He just nodded and sat upright.
"Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
I'm prepared to sacrifice my life
I would gladly do it twice" he closed his eyes tight as he held a long note on the word twice and I watched in amazement at him singing. He smiled when he noticed the look on my face.
"Oooh,
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart" His voice got raspy but I could hear the power in his voice.
"Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy on me
I'm a puppet on your string
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free." He belted out giving it his all. I just smiled as I watched in awe. I noticed that while he sang a vein on his neck popped up showing just how hard he tries.
"Oh my god." I breathed out. He just chuckled and shook his head.
"It's not easy for everyone but you need to be able to pull from there." He says pointing to my diaphragm. I just nod in agreement giving him a small smile.
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Fanfiction"You tried to convince me that you liked me, gave me hope. Now it's my turn." He whispered in a low raspy tone of voice then immediately crashed his lips against mine. My eyes shot wide open, his were closed tight. I tried to pull away but before th...
