C h a p t e r [61]

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I jump out of the bed with a cold feet. I sigh as I stretch my back and shoulders while watching the sunlight from my windows.

"Today's gonna be a good day." I said, then with a smile. I head downstairs and made pancakes. It's been a long time since I made these in the middle of the night. A highly requested dish by yours truly, Shawn Mendes.

The atmosphere inside the house is calming and joyful. Maybe it's just me..? Who cares, all I know is, I'm feeling good today.

I finished making batches of pancakes, placing them on two plates with the syrup as the dressing. I put 5 piled up pancakes on Shawn's plate, I just hope he'd come downstairs to here and eat them all like he used to.

"What else..?" I said like I was talking to an imaginary happy May beside me, one who gives me instructions, "Cold Milk..? Or Orange Juice..? Hmm.." I rush to the fridge, grabbed the box of fresh milk and served in two glasses.

In a few moments, the slamming of the door can be heard from upstairs and then, the footsteps coming from the steps. Shawn shows himself, but he didn't notice me. He took a turn into the bathroom and I have to wait for him until he's done with his business.

I sit and wait and wait. I put one hand on the table to catch my face, getting a little tired of waiting. Finally, the door clicks open and he heads out with a towelette in his hands, gently tapping it on his face.

"HEY! GOOD MORNING!" I said.

He had a little jump as he puts down the towelette, "God! You.. I mean, hey.. you're early." He says in a caressing voice, then he walks into the kitchen.

"I made breakfast." I said with a smile.

"I.." he clears his throat, "I'm not hungry." He says and turns his back and about to walk away.

"WHAT!? H–Hey!" I stood immediately and grabbed him on the arm, "You can't be like that! I made these for you and you're just.." then I thought I'd act sad and slowly let go of his arm, "Okay.. never mind. Go, go upstairs to your room. Be alone and scream with your phone." I slowly go back to my chair and sit and pretend to slice the pancake sadly.

"You.. you hear me screaming?!" He says consciously.

I raised my head and looked at his face, his brows are wrinkled, like he was so surprised to know that I know he's screaming on his phone in his room.

"Well, yeah. The rooms aren't sound proof, Shawn."

"What else did you hear?"

"Nothing but complete blah, blah, blah. I wasn't listening to your conversation."

"You sure? For the rest of the nights, you didn't even listen to any of the words I said?"

"Look, Shawn, if you're assuring that I didn't hear or listen to any of your yelling and screaming, believe me, I didn't understand a word; because I wasn't paying enough attention, I'm talking with Luke on the phone, too, the same nights you're on your phone. And if I heard something, it was not my intention."

"Then tell me, what are those that you heard."

"I just heard you screaming, saying ' Do not try to contact me again, you won't get an answer.' That's it, that's all I heard."

It was silent, I try to play it cool and looked back down to my plate and continued cutting the pancakes. I heard him sighing, then in a sudden, the chair in front of me was dragged and there, he sat, "Thanks for these.. They look.. amazing.." he says, trying to still make our Saturday, a good day.

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