Somehow Suddenly... | Shammy // Shaylor

5 | Wilk

Before I knew it, my face pounded against something hard then the back I my head met with another solid object with that I was on the ground.

I couldn't keep up and lost Shawn. We don't even have each others contact information. Can't ask Taylor, I know he will instantly decline.

"Hey I was talking to you! Sammy are you okay! I'm so sorry!" I guess I got pushed into the wall and fell so badly that I didn't notice this innocent girl trying to assist me with her kneeling by my side with hands inching out.

"I hit you with the door! Then you fell I guess I'm sorry!" she was going crazy trying to help me up.

"It's okay it's okay.. thank you umm."I waited to get a name out.

"Aliyah! Aliyah Mendes. Sorry Sammy." she still panted.

Wait... Mendes hmm?

"Second thought. My head is banging really badly! Do you think you could take me home or something?" I asked holding onto my head.

"Yeah. My house or yours? We could just go to the nurse you know!"

"I'll drive to yours." I mentioned to her as she worried, "Can you even drive?"

Honestly, I was feeling okay. Kind of sore but besides that, my head didn't hurt as much as I told her. I just wanted to see Shawn.

"Big fan. Not like I'm crazy but like. I love you Sam sorry!" she blabbered. "It's fine. Love you too. Hey did you tell your brother that you're coming home with me?"

"How did you know I have a brother?"

"Well I uh I assumed!"

"I get off earlier than him so I either wait for my mom to pick me up or I wait until he is off. Yeah today I was supposed to wait for him. I don't think I told him yet. Sorry Sammy."

"Well don't say it's me. Just say you have a ride already. And chill on the sorries. It's okay Aliyah."

I drove us off to Shawn, well Aliyah's house. She was seeming really awkward like she didn't know what to talk about, or star struck that she is actually sitting with me, the Shammy Whammy Wilk.

"So... you have early period? Your brother gets off sixth right."

She nodded but asked how did I know... no comment. I did not reply. I was like, 'yeah I assume because he is a junior or senior whatever.'

We arrived at her home and I rested on a couch she had. "You can go to my bedroom... um, well, it sounds crazy to say that I didn't mean it that way-"

"Aliyah, I get it. I know what you mean! I will just stay here, its cool!" I paused for a moment, "second thought, yeah I'd love to!" I said preppy and made my way up.

I had to pass by Shawn's room before entering Aliyah's. When I passed by there, I saw that he had some instruments there as well, I got in and sat on the seat he had propped in front of the keyboard and started a soft melody. Someone was cleaning their throat behind my shoulders. "Shouldn't touch that. Only one person plays it, and its him."

I made a little smirk then tucked in the chair before walking around some more.

There's like, tons, of photos of him, aliyah, and oh, Taylor. Somewhat, like a shrine for just Taylor there. He had tie die and bandanna pattered wallpaper in that little corner and it had a bunch of photos with Shawn and Taylor together.

Cute.

Ish...

I wanted to rip those photos up.

"Sam.. now, get out. You need an ice pack." the freshman informed me.

I obeyed her and went to the room next door, Aliyah's room. I laid on her bed with permission of course then she brought an ice pack and some thin blankets to me.

"Wow... I am like, comforting you. Cool!" she cheered. "Yeah, hey, I think I'm going to try to sleep, wake me when your brother is home."

"What so you could sneak out? All the guys do that, he is really protective over me." she commented. Well isn't that cute. "Like, he has guys over all the time but I am not allowed to." she continued.

"What guys?" I asked her. I sound really nosy and pathetic.

"Oh... you'll know when he comes over. His friends are really loud and obnoxious. It's so annoying. He doesn't know how to be quiet. Well Shawn is quiet but his friends yaw no chill." She starts rolling her eyes and I can't help but laugh because his friends are basically going to be my friends. They seem like they have the same DNA as me so we should get along.