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...
Shawn's POV We landed in Toronto and I saw Paris' post and I laughed because as soon as I hit the chair I fell asleep.
Paris went to the bathroom to get dress and I do the same. I get dress in a pinkish hoodie black skinny jeans and a black jacket. I decided to text Paris.
Make sure to wear something warm. We're in Canada and it's cold here
Ok. Thanks.
I wake out of the bathroom and walked towards security that was here to tell them that Paris was in the bathroom getting dress and to make sure she doesn't get hurt.
I took pictures with fans and answered questions. Lots of the questions were wheres Paris? I didn't answer those questions.
Paris walks over and OMG............
I don't think she could look even better then she does now.
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I don't like it when girls show cleavage. Especially if they're my "girlfriend" or are actually my girlfriend. I don't want other guys checking her out. Like she supposed to be mine not no one elses. And I know that I'm a protective boyfriend but that's just me. I don't mind girls wearing croptops, and shorts but not out in public.
I smile at Paris and grab her hand and pull her closer to me. We walk out of the airport into the SUV to go to my mom's house.
"What are we doing today?" Paris asked looking out the window. "We're going to the parents house then the studio. Then depending on the time we get back we will be going out to eat." I told her. "Why is there so many fans when it's like 7 in the morning?" She asked herself. "Actually its 5:29 in the morning." I corrected her. She turns so fast that the flash couldn't even see her. "What in the actual fuck. I suppose to be asleep. Like what the fuck." She complained. I shrug. "When we get to my parents house we have to be quiet because my parents and sister are asleep." I told her. "K." She said and looked out the window.
About 15 minutes later we got there. I walk Paris up off my shoulder. "We're here." I whispered to her. We got out. My security grabbed our bags. Paris grabbed my hand and we walked up to the house and I took a picture and posted it on snap.
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