Paris Mitchell is Shawn's mangers daughter. Paris' dad told her she is going on tour with Shawn for a little bit. Paris and Shawn are friends......when they are around Shawn's staff, but when it's just them they yell scream and be mean towards each...
I wake up on the coach. Shawn was sleeping underneath me and the Jacks were gone. Then I remembered that I was on top of Shawn. I jump up "OMG" I shouted. I go to the bathroom and get dress do my makeup and hair.
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By the time I got done getting ready Shawn was awake sitting on the couch ready. "About fucking time," Shawn said. "Well I'm sorry but your 'girlfriend' needs to look nice. Now don't she?" I told him doing air quotes. "Don't call you my girlfriend," he said walking up to me. "Well I'm sorry but I'm not the fucking dipshit that said girlfriend when Jessica asked now was I?" I stood on my tip toes to get in his face. "You know what this fucking tour thing isn't going to fucking work when a little spoiled ass brat on it," He said getting in my face. "Well it has to so my sorry," I walked away. "I wish I never met you," Shawn said under his breath but I could here it. Ouch! I just look back at him with some tears in my eyes and turn and walk back to the back of the bus open and shut the door. When I got in there I sat on the couch and started to cry.
Wait......why am I crying? I'm NOT getting feelings for Shawn.
'Yeah right Paris you've always have had a crush on Shawn. I mean he is your type. Canadian, tall, semi, curly hair, changing colored eyes, athletic, charming, funny, artistic, and dreamily.'
Stop fucking saying that stupid head. I hate him. I hate him.
'That's what you keep telling yourself but we both know that you have feelings for him. Just go tell him the you have feelings for him'
Shut up mind and besides I don't even know what those feeling are.
'That's the feeling of love sweetheart'
Why me? I get on my phone and get on Twitter and tweeted:
Paris Mitchell @parismitchell I helped u out w/ so many FUCKING THINGS but what do I get back in return..? A broken heart all the FUCKIBG TIME😔💔 9,829 retweets 10,192 likes
I wipe the tears off my face and walk out to the bathroom with my head down. I fix up my make up and put my contacts in.
We walk out of the tour bus to the hotel that we are staying in. We get into the lobby and we get told the worst news, "You guys are sharing a room." Me and Shawn look at each other then turn back with a frown. He grabs the key and we slowly walk to the elevator. We got to the 11th floor and in room 1169. We got into our room and we realize that it is a sweat.
We walked around and we found the snacks, "Food!" We both said. We started to eat all the snacks. When we got done I got out my wallet but Shawn got his out and said, "No I'll pay for it." Shawn walks off. "But may-," I got cut off by Timothy walking in. "Hey guys," Timothy said. Shawn walked to where I was. "Hey Timothy," Shawn said. Me still in shock. "Paris are you ok?" Shawn asked me putting his hand on my lower back. "Yeah just I didn't realize that Jonah Marais' dad is your road manger," I snapped out of it. The both laughed. "So we have soundcheck at 3, then we are going to go eat, then we are putting on the show, and when that's all done you guys can have some fun in that one bed," he said and winked. He walked out and me and Shawn looked at each other in disgust. We walked round and there was only one bed. "I guess you can have the bed," Shawn said. "No you're the one that has to work all day," I told him. "No you take it." "Rock paper scissors shoe?" I asked.
"Rock Paper Scissors Shoes," we tied we did it again and tied. We do it a few more times and I won. I sigh 'Just another way for him to hate me.'
