Lucky: Shawn Mendes Fanfic

Together: Part Two

Samantha's POV (Thursday)
I am tired.
I am tired.
I am tired.
I am TiReD.
I. Am. Tired.
I'm absolutely exhausted and could sleep for days, but it's once again 6:30 in the morning and I'm getting dressed to work out. Hopefully, Shawn will be there again and we can be stupid and have fun while I slowly die inside.
Trisha opens the door and sure enough, Shawn is there with his crew.
"I feel like I might just fall over and instantly fall asleep I'm so tired," I sarcastically tell him while looking at the floor.
"Oh you want to go on the floor?" He asks.
"Kind of, but it is pretty sweat-"
Shawn cuts me off my picking me up from where I was and swinging me around, threatening to put me on the ground.
"I don't know how I would feel at the moment," I inform him, holding back a smile.
"Alright, fine," he concedes and sets me back on my feet.
"Thank you," I smile at him, moving back to Trisha to keep going.
••••••••••
I walk on set around 10 again and James immediately sees me and walks over to me.
"Samantha! I adore you! And so does everyone else!" he excitedly shouts.
"What?"
"Everyone absolutely loved you on the show last night. You were a huge hit! Which makes tonight even better!" he congratulates me.
I turn to Tim.
"Did they actually like me?" I question, not totally believing James.
"They really did. We had to clear the crowd that was forming outside the door for you to get in," he informs me. I didn't even see a crowd at all. Huh.
"Then you're really good at your job."
"Thanks, Miss," he smiles at me as we make my way to my dressing room. I keep getting smiles and high fives as I make my way there, so many more than I did when I first arrived the first day. I barely have time to settle in my room before Elizabeth comes walking in.
"Okay, you have a sound check with Shawn to practice starting in half an hour. That will go as long as you two need it, considering you've never sang before and then you have a brief meeting with James about your interview. You will still be having it with Shawn, that way it's not too much for you. That should only take twenty minutes and then starting at 5, people will start on picking an outfit, then they'll start your hair, and finish with your makeup. That should give you about an hour to get yourself prepped and ready for the show!" Elizabeth spouts off. "Is that good?" She finally looks at me, and not at her clipboard.
"Sounds golden," I give her a thumbs up, regret ting the decision, but she leaves anyway so it doesn't matter.
"That means I have half an hour to do nothing. I like that," I tell myself. Except... there's a knock on my door.
"It's open!" I yell.
"You ready to sing soon?" Shawn asks, walking in.
"I'm actually pretty worried," I confess as he closes the door behind him and walks over to join me on the couch.
"You have an amazing voice, everything will be great," he comforts me.
"I may have an okay voice, but I have to sing with you. You have an incredible talent and now I have to measure up to you on a song that was not meant to be a duet," comes out. I guess I have been pretty worried and anxious about this performance. Shawn looks at me like I'm crazy, but he can see I'm genuinely scared about this, so he grabs both of my hands in his and holds them tight, looking into my eyes.
"You are an incredible person and you have so much talent in you. The world deserves to see it." Dang. That was good. And he was right. It did make me feel better.
"Alright alright!" I concede. "But that doesn't mean I still don't get to be worried about my first performance. But, in the mean time, let's relax and chill before I have the start of my never ending day, shall we?" I ask, turning to the tv.
"Honestly, that sounds amazing," Shawn breathes out. I laugh and he looks at me. Except, he doesn't laugh with me. He just looks at me for a few seconds, then turns away, laughing with me.
••••••••••
"Welcome back to the Late Late Show. Right now, we get to sit down with the two stars of one of the hottest new music videos and talk." Screams from the audience. "Welcome back to the stage Shawn Mendes and Samantha Simmons!" James introduces us and the crowd erupts. Shawn and I walk out, him steadying me so I don't fall or anything in my dress. I smile out at the crowd and wave to them. Shawn does the same until we get to James, then we both stop and take turns hugging him, then take our seats on the couch next to his desk.
"It's really nice having you back here, Samantha," James smiles at me as I settle.
"I had a lot of fun last night, and I made you drink blended sardines so I'm really surprised and glad you even let me come back," I admit, remembering how he filled his guts instead of spilling them last night.
"I will get you back for that," James points at me.
"You can try," I flip my hair back like I'm too cool, then start laughing.
"You can't beat this girl at a game," Shawn joins.
"Is that true?" James is intrigued.
"She's never lost a game. She's a frickin' game beast. She's a genius when it comes to that," he laughs, thinking about all the times I've won against him.
"You've never won?" James is astounded.
"Never."
"Wow. That brings us perfectly into our first question from the fans. I asked a few people from the audience if they had a question to ask either of you and we got some good ones. So, first. What is your favorite game to play?"
"Oh, totally Quelf," I don't hesitate.
"Quelf?" James is confused.
"Not many people have heard it or even play it but it's a really crazy, fun, and hilarious game that makes you do a bunch of random things," I try to explain.
"That's right! You always made us play that when we hung out!" Shawn remembers.
"Yes, I did. Wait! Remember that one time you had to hold a plunger for the entire game and had to wear a roll of toilet paper on your head as a crown?" I remember, not being able to hold in my laugh.
"Noooo! Don't remind me. Aaliyah made fun of me for weeks after that," he groans, not being able to hold in the laugh that follows.
"Okay, Shawn. Can you beat that?" James asks, turning back to Shawn.
"If I'm being honest, my favorite game was always the game that Samantha made up on the spot because she was bored and wanted to do something. They were always super random, but also really fun," he admits.
"Really?" I ask surprised.
"Especially Nerf War with lights off and only the whistle darts," he reminds me of one of the games we used to play.
"Oh my gosh! That's right!" I get excited remembering all the good memories. I watch as Shawn laughs and explains more games to James as I realize just how much I missed him.
How did I survive eight years without you?
••••••••••
"And when we come back, to finish us off for the night, we'll have a special performance by Shawn!" James announces right before someone yells "and we're on break." That's our cue. The crew starts to move, setting up the stage for Shawn and his band.
And now...me.
They set up all the wires and everything. They plug in his guitar, and set up a mic stand for him. Shawn starts to walk out on stage, but stops and turns to me.
"Ready?" He asks, winking.
"Ready," I smile up at him. I'm not lying, either. This morning, on the other hand, if someone had asked me, I totally would have freaked out, but I've settled down and Shawn helped me breath again.
"Good, you're gonna crush it" he smiles down at me and then turns around to get himself ready. I can't help but smile as he walks away. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn around for them to hand me a microphone.
"Oh thank you," I tell them as they turn back around. I feel the weight of the microphone in my hand and throw it in between my two hands to get used to it. I fix the earphones in my ears to be able to hear Shawn and I singing.