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Part 8- Imagine:
It's like the old times again. I'm sat sandwiched between Shawn and Nash in the cafeteria, laughing at Cam as he jokes around. I look round to my left and Shawn is quiet, poking at his food. I nudge him with my elbow. "Hey look at Cam! He's freaking hilarious man."
Shawn doesn't respond and I nudge him again. This time he looks up, his face still emotionless.
"Is something wrong Shawn?"
"What no! No." He continues to poke his food and I watch him carefully.
"Are you free last period? Meet me by my locker at 3 o' clock, and we'll go for a walk, just you and me."
The bell rings but my eyes stay locked on Shawn's and I forget everything around me for a second. I snap back into reality as I feel a tug on my jacket.
"Come on you lovebirds, History starts now."
I get up and follow Nash to class.
I pace up and down the hall, waiting for Shawn. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and see Shawn's face. I roll my eyes. "About time. You're not supposed to keep a girl waiting you know."
"I'm sorry okay? Plus I thought you-"
"I changed back to my old self completely? Come on Shawn, I'm still a girl for godsake. Plus you learn a few things here and there." I smirk. "How about you anyway Shawn? I haven't really seen you with anyone. What about that Hannah girl?"
My heart thumps as I ask that question. I overhear people whispering their names together, but I never believed the rumours. That's partly the reason why I returned to the boy group. I missed them a lot, in particular Shawn. Things might have changed; we might have grown up, but it's still the same. And feelings for people, they don't change. Whilst I was beginning to be accepted by Alisha and her slutty crew, I grew further away from Shawn and hated not being able to be with him all the time, and that's when I realised I had feelings for him. Even when I was with such dicks, I couldn't stop thinking about Shawn.
"Y/n?"
"Huh? What? I'm here." I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Long hair really suits you by the way," Shawn says as we walk down the streets.
"Pfft. And short hair didn't?" My heart flips at the compliment. Oh jeez, please don't tell me growing older means your emotions are higher than when you're 10.
"What? No, both look great on you. But long hair... I don't know-"
My laughter cuts in. "Shawn, you don't always have to explain yourself."
"Hey, do you wanna go back to the treehouse?"
My ears prick up at the thought of the treehouse. "That old thing? It's still there?"
Our feet crunch on fallen leaves and twigs as the old treehouse stands between strong branches. "It looks so small now to what I remember," I say quietly in awe.
"We've grown up, that's all."
"So why did you wanna come here?"
"Well why did you wanna come back to us after all those years?"
Ouch.
"Wait I didn't mean it like that-"
I run up the stairs as Shawn follows closely behind me. I find an old rug and drag it out onto the balcony area and sit down. I let my legs dangle over the boards of wood, creaking a little as I swing my legs. I watch Shawn struggling a little as he tries to do the same.
"I hate being tall," he mumbles and I laugh. I hug my backpack and feel a slight breeze cross over my face.
