We've decided on doing alternate chapters. Today it's @redflannels :)
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ADELAIDE'S POV
My palms started to slightly sweat, a small amount of anxiety weighing down on my chest as I approached the pathway leading to Shawn's house.
Music blasted from the speakers propped up inside his house, the bass rumbling the ground and buzzing in my ears. I rubbed my palms against each other, hands buried under my flannel as friction was created and attempted to suppress the sweat.
I didn't know what I was so nervous about-it was just a party. I know, I've never been to a big, 'popular' style school party before and I was most likely going to end up hiding in the shadows, but this stupid little crush and rumours of truth-or-dare experiences caused a stir in my mind.
My shoes tapped against the stone path as I walked up to Shawn's front door, partly calming myself with long, deep breaths.
I knocked on the door, highly doubting they would hear over the pounding music. Of course, there wasn't a reply. After a while, I gave up and pulled open the doorknob, it being surprisingly unlocked.
My eyes swivelled across the room as I surveyed the people, dodging the crazy dancers partying through the hall. Non alcoholic punch in cups were held in many hands, some splashing onto tables as the kids bobbed to the songs.
I noticed Shawn's friend Chris dj'ing over on the tall table, his other companion Marcus across the floor with his hands remotely balanced on a brunette's hips as they swayed to the music, faces close and smiles wide.
My eyes also pointed out some other kids from our school, shocking me as I noticed them dressed differently than I had ever seen them dress. I guess parties are different, it was a time to be hyped up, a time to be crazy and let your body be open to do whatever it wants to the music.
It was overwhelming.
Inside, the speakers were louder. Inside, the people were packed up against each other like sardines, dancing to the beat and chatting in excitement, some couples brave enough sneaking away and making out in the corners - I was hoping I could've hid there.
Inside, food and drinks were sprawled across many tables as they moved across the rooms, trying not to ruin the giant banner celebrating Shawn's achievement. As I continued to survey the contents of the room, I managed to stay unseen successfully.
Shawn.
Where the hell was Shawn? He was, of course, the star of the show, or should I say, 'Face of the Future', so he should be here. My mind was playing tricks on me; telling me he wasn't here-gone, in hiding. I didn't understand why this pained my chest so much-he was just a petty little crush I wasn't properly able to handle inside.
I scanned the room once again for the sweet faced, tall brunette, unable to find him. It was ridiculous how much I cared about the knowing of Shawn being here.
As I turned around on my heel to leave, hair flying behind me and covering my eyes once I rotated, a hand whipped out and grabbed the sleeve of my flannel, jerking me back in surprise.
Arms flailing, I spun back around to face the person.
Shawn.
Short, brown hair, wide smile, sparkling eyes and all, Shawn Mendes just came and grabbed my sleeve. Heat rose to my cheeks as he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"You came." He breathed, surprised.
I nodded slowly, hair flying across my face wildly. "I wasn't going to, and I'm not really sure if I'm staying."
Shawn's hand let go of my sleeve, hand dropping to my side as I looked down at my toes. "Well, I'm glad you came." He smiled, causing me to look up.
"Um, yeah. Congrats, by the way." Shawn looked at me, puzzled.
"You know," I blushed, hands gesturing in circles as I spoke, "the 'Face of the Future stuff'."
"Oh, yeah! Thanks." Shawn replied bluntly, looking away and onto the dance floor, followed by an awkward silence.
I turned around to leave again. He didn't care about me, he's just being nice by saying he was 'happy' I came-this wasn't worth my time. I was just another hidden shadow, another loser, another wallflower.
"Wait!" Shawn called out before I could exit the door and leave the party behind.
"What?" I replied curtly. He walked up to me slowly, eyes fixed on mine as he took my small hands out of my flannel and into his warm, large ones.
"Stay a little longer?.. Please?" Shawn mumbled, looking down and dropping my hands once again, turning away from me and leaving me in a state of confusion, yet euphoria.
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its @redflannels here, omfg m-s-l has such better writing than me sigh
but anyways ooo shawn and ads gots a little thing aye
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@my-second-life: Ya lyin – she’s actually much more fantabulous than me.
And Shawn most definitely doesn’t have a little thing ;)
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Fanfiction[ ON HOLD ]❝ somehow, staying unseen was worth every silent second ❞ © -ashlantis & redflannels | 2014 ((cover: @turdiforms))