Rose [S.M]

Booty call

A couple of days have passed since the fight I had with Shawn in Los Angeles. Since then we didn't really spend any time together. Mostly because I have been avoiding his ass and kept myself busy with working insane hours every day. All I did was sleep (well, try to sleep because I could think about was Shawn) and work. Every now and then, Andrew forced me to take a break to eat something but other than that, we locked ourselves up in a room and worked non stop. The good thing that came out of it, is that we are somewhat ahead on the things we had to arrange for the tour that starts in March. Every negative thing has a positive side.

But now, as I walk through the backstage of TD Garden center in the beautiful city of Boston, I feel like the exhaustion kicking in. I am so incredibly tired. There is no word in the English language that can explain what I am feeling right now.

I am afraid that if I close my eyes for one second, I will fall asleep and don't wake up until the next day. My body is screaming for sleep and rest but it's just impossible. We are on a really tight schedule. It's 1 hour before the show of the Jingle Ball in Boston starts.
"I will go see if the band is ready. Can you find Shawn and say that he needs to start with the warming up for his voice?."

"Yes, sure. Do you know where he is?." I would rather go talk to the band then going to see Shawn but yeah... this is my job. It doesn't matter what is going on between us in private, we need to be enable to work together in our professional life. I mean, we are grown ups after all.

"I think that he is in his dressing room with Khalid."

"Alright."

"Rose?."- I look at Andrew with a eyebrow raised "Are you okay?."

"Yes, just tired but who isn't. See you later."
At the end of the hallway our ways separate from each other. Thankfully, this center is way more logical than the one in Dallas. So, it's not long until I find Shawn his dressing room.

I knock on the door as I wait for some type of response. "Come in." I hear Shawn's voice coming from the inside of the room.

"Andrew wanted me to say..."- I stop middle of my sentence as I see not only Shawn but also Camila hanging out on the couch together.
"Umm sorry. I umm.. yeah." Well, this is not awkward at all...

"Rose, wait." Shawn says as I am about to walk out of the door again. "It's not what it looks like." Really? No that is why you feel the need to explain the situation... sure dude.

"It is really non of my business. Andrew asked me to remind you that the show starts in less than a hour. So, yea... that's all."

"Rose."- Camila stands up from the couch and walks over to me "I wanted to say that I am sorry for the way I behaved in LA towards you. I was a bitch."

I cannot read her face to see if she is genuine, yes or no. So, I keep my mouth shut and wait for her to continue.
"It's just that I love Shawn, in a friendship way of course and I don't want to see him get hurt. Most of the time, he sees only the good in people and that's how he ends up getting hurt. I was just looking out for him."

"You don't have to apologize for that, you know. Shawn is not mine and he can do whatever he want."

"We both know that, that is not true."- she smiles over her shoulder to Shawn and looks back to me "that kid hasn't stopped talking about you since the moment he first saw you. Like he is under some type of spell or something. It's honestly like I know every aspect of your life by now."

"Okaaay... Isn't there somewhere else you need to be right now? You have embarrassed me enough already."

"Just speaking the truth, Shawnito."- she gives me a wink and walk towards the door "see you later guys. I need some makeup on my face to look somewhat alive on stage. Adios." The sound of the door closing is heard, what leaves me and Shawn alone in the room.