fake [s.m] (REWRITE)

chapter twelve

[third person]
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the rain had stopped.

the night became slightly muggy, the air was stuffy; like a heavy duvet, but not one that makes you feel warm and as though you're at home. it was a blanket of unfriendliness, and complete fear, in a way, it was more alien than anything else in the world at that particular moment.

the stars, however, were diamonds, shining in the black carpet of the sky, glittering in the quiet, and the lonesome area, where fans were only just clearing out of: their squeals and loud voices being silenced by the powerful evermore that transcended up above, and far away from them.

anya leaned against the wall of the bus, waiting for shawn to come back. she wanted to tell him what she wanted desperately; she knew she had to tell him. it wasn't difficult to tell him either, it was pretty obvious he desired the exact same thing as she did.

shawn laughs along with andrew and zubin, the three of them making jokes about the night, and tour in general so far. it was the end of the european leg of the tour, and shawn wanted to get out of the bus and the hotel to have a well deserved night out. they approach the bus, and anya feels her heart flutter at the sight of shawn.

he was only a mere few steps away from the door, and where she was waiting, an arms length away to grab onto her and kiss her passionately. anya's fingertips brushed the back of his hand gently, but he kept walking, stepping into the bus.

he really wanted everything between them to be fake.

the eyes she thought were soft and gentle, never looked more dangerous before.

"shawn?" anya calls, slightly hurt and offended by his actions. "hey?"

"oh," shawn says, pretending to only just notice her. "hi."

"just hi?" she asks, as he shrugs, letting zubin and andrew walk onto the bus in front of him.

"what else am i supposed to say?" he asks back, turning his back to her, and stepping onto the tour bus, that would drive them back to their hotel. an applause is heard as soon as shawn steps onto the bus, followed by whoops and cheers. aaliyah looks closer at her brother, squinting her eyes, only to see anya trailing behind him, looking deeply upset and mute. she rolls her eyes, before standing up, and walking straight past shawn, confusing him. she holds onto anya's hand, dragging her to the front of the bus, and sitting down with her in the passenger seats.

"he didn't care," anya says softly, leaning her head against her window.

"don't let it get to you," aaliyah tells her softly. "he's probably just being ignorant to himself about things, i wouldn't worry."

anya looks behind her, seeing shawn laughing with the rest of the crew, him and brian joking around, and the rest of the group having a genuinely good time. anya lets out a small sigh, turning around to face the front again.

the bus starts driving back to the hotel, and anya can't help herself to feel a little hurt. yes, granted, she messed up completely, but shawn completely disregarded her, hours after confessing how he really feels about her.

that doesn't make sense.

they arrive back at the hotel after an hour of pure traffic, and shawn laughing too loudly for anya's liking. how does he get the right to be happy when she's torn over him? anya sighed to herself, grabbing her handbag, and quickly walking off of the bus before anyone could question her, or get off the bus before her.

"what's up with her?" andrew asks, noticing anya storming off. aaliyah scoffs, following the girl immediately, whilst shawn watches from afar. "you know what, i'm gonna go see what's up." andrew quickens his pace, leaving the bus quickly, and following aaliyah and anya inside the hotel. shawn shrugs to himself, picking up his things, leaving the bus himself, seeing a line of fans outside. he sighs to himself, as jake takes his bags, pushing shawn lightly into the direction of the fans.