Guide Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK TWO

Chapter 17

I awoke the next day with a text message from Miranda. I ignored the text and opened my Twitter app. I found that leaving for more than 2 months gives you more than enough notifications. I started to pick through them and open certain ones. I found multiple photos of Shawn and I. I regrettingly began to scroll through the replies on the first one that he had ever tweeted of us together. It was a simple picture of me and Shawn sitting on the couch in the hotel we first met in. I smiled as I reminiced over the sweet memories of the boys and my ex-best friend and I playing in the hotel. Sighing, I continued to read the replies. They were balanced equally between being hate and being positive. The rest of the comments only said things like, @ShawnMendes follow me!, etc,. I huffed and began to compose a new tweet.

"Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive for so long. I've been super busy." I typed it then quickly pressed send. I locked my phone then ran into the bathroom to get clean. I took a quick ten minute shower, then I dried off and threw on one of Shawn's t-shirts, along with a pair of boy short underwear. I grabbed my phone again and contemplated the idea of reading Miranda's text. I gave up on my mental block from her and opened my text messages. 

"Please respond, I need to talk to you," she had said. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?' I replied with. I leaned back against the bed frame as I waited for her reply. It came quicker than I had anticipated.

"I want to apologize for everything I've done. I know that it will take years of forgiving me, if you ever will, but I'm willing to wait. I can't stand not talking to you 24/7. I miss joking around with you and gossiping about people. I miss being your best friend." I read her text over and over repetedly, trying to think of what to respond approprately with. I looked over to my side to see if Shawn was awake or not. He was laying on his side with his back facing me, his stomach expanding with every breath he takes. I took a second to admire his body before I turned my attention back to my phone. 

"I don't want to have this conversation through text. Meet me at the Donut Palace in 10 minutes." I typed, then I got up and put on a tank top with some shorts and flip-flops. I slipped my phone into my back pocket then walked over to Shawn and shook him gently. His face crunched up as he began to awaken. I smiled and kissed his forehead, waking him up more and more. He kissed my cheek.

"Good morning, my beautiful super model girlfriend." he told me, his eyes half open. I giggled softly as I moved a strand of loose hair away from his eyes. He took my hand and kissed the top of it. 

"I'll be at the donut shop, babe. I have to talk to Miranda. I promise I'll bring back some donuts for you. Go back to sleep." I told him as I stood up and grabbed a $10 bill out of my wallet then shoved it in my pocket. He nodded and nuzzled his face back into his pillow. I smiled at him then turned to leave our bedroom, shutting the door behind me softly. I ran out of the house and hopped onto my bike, pedalling in the direction of the donut shop. I took in the scenery during my quick 10 minute drive, then I locked up the bicycle onto the bike rack and pushed the door open. I searched for Miranda in the small crowd. When I saw the flash of her shiny hair, I slowly began to make my way over to her. She looked up from her phone and saw me. She smiled slightly.

"Here," she said, standing up and walking to the other side of the table to pull my seat out for me.

"Thanks," I mumbled awkwardly. I sat down and noisily scooted my chair back in.

Brittany spotted me and waved. I waved back and smiled brightly at her. When I looked back to Miranda, my smile fell into a grimace as I began to remember every single slash of the whip she let out onto me. I quickly wiped away the memories and gave her the best smile I could give to a betraying, back stabbing, torturous, stupid- I was cut off by Miranda clapping her hands together once with a loud sigh. I noticed people beginning to stare.

"Alright, so I'd like to begin this conversation with a simple request. Please, do not piss me off. I've been through too much to have this much stress after the events that should've caused it, are over. Now, you may say what you want to say." I said with slight authority to my tone. God, I sound like my mother. I thought as I made myself more comfortable in my chair. Don't want to do that.

"Okay," she began. "I'd like to start this off with an apology. A major one. Also, I have a simple request. You can't interrupt me until I'm finished." I nodded. "I would like to apologize for everything that has happened to us. Yes, I did work for Crischen, and no it was not for money. I knew that if I didn't accept his offer, he would've killed us all. I couldn't have that happen. You're my sister, Katie. I know I shouldn't have beaten you and the others, but it was the only way to keep you alive. I want us to be normal again. Just Miranda and Katie, living their dreams together like we've always planned to." Miranda looked me in the eyes, and for the first time in forever, I smiled back at her with a genuine smile.

"Okay, Mir," I said. "Just understand that this will take a long time. It won't happen in two days." I reminded her. She nodded quickly.

"Of course," she told me. I smiled at her then stood to go get some donuts.

"Where are you going?" she asked solemnly. I turned around to face her.

"I'm getting some donuts because I'm hungry as fuck." I said promptly. She laughed loudly before shaking her head and turning back around. I sighed with a smile on my face as I faced Brittany and the donuts. I was finally starting to feel contempt again.

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