The boy who cried help

Chapter 3 why me?

As Shawn slowly wondered around the mall trailing behind Rebecca and Lauren(carrying their tons of bags as usual) he started to daydream about why he was born. There was undoubtedly a purpose but he still hadn't found out what. He decided to let Lauren and Rebecca finish shoe and clothed shopping while he headed to the food court. While good food tended to be an escape from his miseries, he decided just to sit and think. As he sat there for fifteen to twenty minutes he was tapped on the

shoulder by a short man. "Excuse me, might I sit down?" He asked in a nice convincing voice. "Sure", Shawn replied."I couldn't help but notice you seem deeply depressed, is that the case?"he asked kindly. I replied with a sullen,"mhmm." Trust me, it'll get better. I had to put up with a bunch of bullshit about me being gay for the first fifteen years of my life. I don't believe I had it any harder than the next guy. His words seemed to almost snap Shawn to attention."trust me, cheer up! I'm really sorry to see you this way, but promise me one thing", he asked."what's that"? I replied."don't do anything stupid." And with that he winked at me and handed me a slip of paper. "Call me sometime. I'm pretty famous." And with that he winked and left. After that he read the paper. It said Tyler Oakley, maybe we can make a vid together or somethin' and then a phone number." Did a guy just seriously try to hit on me"? Wondered Shawn. Hmm, he shoved the slip of paper into his pocket and as he met the two girls again."hey,"he said, would either of you happen to know a guy named Tyler Oakley?" He just stopped my table and gave me his number. Both the girls screeched in joy and read the slip of paper. And they told Shawn to look him up on YouTube. After that whole mall escapade Shawn was pretty tired so as soon as he went home he looked up Tyler Oakley and slowly drifted to sleep after two or three videos.