Shawn Mendes

Shawn

SHAWN MENDES

The warm sun shining directly on my face made me wake up from my deep slumber. The wall-high windows allow direct

access to the sun the moment it starts to rise. Rubbing my eyes I push away the white comforter and make my way to

the bathroom barefoot.Splashing cold water on my face, I feel a sense of relief rushing through me. The concert

in New York last night was too tiring. I put all of my energy into it and was totally drained afterwards. I didn't

want to stay the night there and we travelled all the way back to Chicago, despite Greg's constant protests, my

mind was made up. I needed to sleep in my bed.

Pulling on my gym clothes, I walk out the door with my Nikes and a bottle of Gatorade in hand. Greg is on the

couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone. The moment he notices my presence and looks up, his eyes go

straight to the shoes in my hand.

"Do you have an obsession with wearing your shoes in the car?",he questions besides knowing my obvious answer.

I just roll my eyes at him.

"Have you been already on your morning run?",I ask, because it doesn't look like he stood up from the couch since

last night.

"No, because I am too frootloops tired because of the jet-lag, and because of the icecreamy fact that I was not

able to sleep at night because of my cheesy insomnia."He snaps, still clearly irritated from last night.

SO, ladies and gentlemen, presenting to you Greg Mendes, my younger brother from one year, who, despite being in

high school hates swearing and in place of damn, hell, fuck, shit, crap, bloody, heck uses the names of all sorts of

foods. He is beyond weird but I have to put up with him because he is all that I have!

"Come on, then. Pick your lazy ass up off the couch and let's go."

"Mind your language."He retorts but heads towards the car anyways.

I put on my shoes once we are inside the car. Greg turns up the radio and Shape Of You comes blasting through.

Man, I have to accept, Ed Sheeran is something. His voice has this easiness to it that I have never been able to

catch. Singing comes through natural to him. We stop at Starbucks on our way to the gym and Greg and I order our

usual; salted caramel mocha frappuccino for Greg and an iced coffee with milk for me.

"Why do you always have to go for complicated things?"At this, Greg looks at me like I am the most insufferable

idiot on the face of the planet. Then putting on a very serious face, he starts by saying, "Look, kid, you don't

understand the techniques of life-"

"What do life's techniques have to do with your salted caramel mocha frappuccino?"

Before he could answer, a camera light flashes and........there you go. Seriously, I hate the paparazzi. They stalk

you everywhere you go like literally EVERYWHERE. Like dude, I am at the gym for a workout, not walking the red carpet

or shooting people randomly while strolling at the sidewalk, for that matter, like seriously? Get a life!

I bet Donald Trump will like it much better to be snapped around at every step he takes!

"Look, Greg, I am really not in the mood for them right now, so I am gonna run to the gym. Deal them for me, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer I push open the car door and practically take off sprinting to the gym, already the

headlines flashing around in my mind; "SHAWN MENDES RUNNING AWAY FROM THE PAPARAZZI, TRYING TO AVOID GETTING

QUESTIONED ABOUT HIS CONCERT IN NEW YORK LAST NIGHT. WHY IS THAT SO? IS HE TRYING TO HIDE SOMETHING, OR IS THERE

ANYTHING UP WITH HIM?"

Seriously, kill me now!

I couldn't have been more wrong that day about me appearing in headlines on Monday,21 October,2020!